[ Maglor catches the look and shrugs a little wryly ]

I have lived most of mine already hm? [ He says softly, and does not mention how at the end the visions made him chose between his fosterling and the Silmaril (and in the end it was never a choice at all) ]

Aye. I hope to see the same, but we shall see. Come in, though, come in - I will put on the kettle.