Tony doesn't have to pretend around him, or any of his relatives. Maglor smiles gently back at him and starts a low hum to coax the very air around them to warm just a little. He doesn't mind being leaned on, at all, and finds comfort in the trust placed in him.

"We all protect each other. Mother is armed with more than just a stick. She is fine." He may have enchanted said stick along with others...

"And Nelyo has his hands full with her right now."