Curufin encloses Maglor in his arms; his strength is at his brother's service. "And you were my lost song, too, my dear Macalaurë! But now we will sing together."

It pierces his heart with sorrow to hear of Beleriand's immersion in the darkness of the ocean. But of course, how else could it be? Such a war as there must have been, at the end of the First Age, with Valar and Maiar and Vanyar marching together, and the Vala of Fire and Darkness and his minions on the other side -- and no one with nothing to lose -- such a confrontation would have broken continents and probably did.

"This may be a dream, but we will treat it as though it were reality. Tell me how you live, where you wander, who shelters you if anyone?" And may it be that there are still those who are kind enough to take in the homeless Fëanorion wanderer, should he pass through their territory!