The change from Amon Ereb to the shores of the rolling sea is a little confusing, and for a moment, Curufin does not know where he is or where he is placed in Time. But then he accepts the fluidity of reality, since after all, this is surely Maglor's vision and not his own. Maglor may have dwelt long years in the inland castle in southeast Beleriand, but if he is lonely and truly alone, dreaming of and longing for the past, must he not be wandering the western shores of the Great Sea?

Maglor's spoken question cannot be left unanswered, but his silent exclamation nearly rips Curufin's heart out.

Curufin steps nearer on his quiet feet. Yet his nearness to this beloved brother makes him remember the body, and his feet become less silent. Maglor will be able to see him, even if he is a bit transparent and still bears a resemblance to a shadow on water. His eyes shine in the starlight, gleaming with sorrow and compassion.

"Yes, it's me. I have come a long way."

(But this time I answer, Macalaurë. I am here for you now.)