"I promise," murmurs Curufin. He lifts his brother in his strong arms and lays him on the bed, and covers him with a blanket. Then he climbs in beside him and puts his arms around him again, and settles him against his shoulder.

He hums a song quietly, a lullaby that they both remember from childhood, when their mother sang it to quiet one or another restless child. And he leans his head against Maglor's, and listens to his quiet breathing, a sound which is music to his ears.