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The party from Himring arrived just minutes after Maglor’s contingent, and there Maglor was, looking out over the grey, dusky landscape, standing to attention just slightly when he heard the horses approach. Maedhros signaled his men onwards, and without a word reined in his stallion.
They approached Maglor at a slow trot, and with a grateful pat, he slid to the ground— leaving the horse to paw at what vegetation there was left. The soft crunch of frostbitten grass preceded him. Maglor shifted, his hair flowing like a waterfall down his back.
“Can you believe we’re here again?” he muttered without ceremony.