Curufin gathers him up in his arms and looks up a little into those silvery Fëanorion eyes, brighter but as somber as his own.

"I had a vision just a few hours ago: I saw my own departure from Hadriel. And I knew it was time to go -- and past time! -- and that if I wanted to have any choice about my destination, I'd have to open a door of my own and evade the Hadriel Door. I evaded the Doomsman in our world, so I know I have the power. But Maglor, I do not want to leave you."

The sorrow in his voice is obvious.

"I know, I promised you that I would not leave you of my own will. And now I must break my promise."