"You may be dreaming, for all I know. And I may be dead. . . " Curufin glances down at himself, and then he waves a hand in front of his own face, staring at the waves that show through the transparent fingers. And then he gives a shrug along with a small smile. "Certainly looks that way, doesn't it?"

"But I am here, my brother. You called me, and I have come."