He is ready to enclose him in his arms completely, his cheek resting against Maglor's dark hair. The words hurt but he doesn't shy away from them. If their roles had been switched, he would have been angry and heart-broken too. He isn't sure he could have carried on like his brother had done.

"It's just a hand." he whispers, "I survived losing the right one, didn't I?"

Well most of him had anyway. The whole experience had changed him irrevocably.