In answer Maglor sings for him, low and sweet, a golden memory of a woman with copper-red curls and freckles on her cheeks, with strong hands and wise eyes, and a low voice full of love as she taught her young son how to bake honeycakes. It's wistful, and sad, for it's a memory of a time long gone that will not come again, but there's joy in it too, and love as deep as the ocean.