[ Curufin gazes at him in silence for a long moment. He remembers that terrible time, all those years ago, just after Fingon had brought Maedhros back from Thangorodrim, when it was not entirely clear that Maedhros would live, that he would have the heart to remain in that broken and scarred body, in that life of pain. ]

Listen, I'm coming back. But you just keep talking to me while I'm on my way, all right?

[ He's at the unfinished building that will be the new Guard Headquarters. They're using it already; they've moved the file cabinets and the furniture in. Curufin grabs his coat and picks up his weapons, slings them over his shoulders, and leaves. He keeps the phone in his hand, so Mags will catch glimpses of his face and of the houses around him as he walks. ]

How is he doing? The last time I saw him was ten hours ago.