I am not the easiest for a child to approach. {His Ranger habits make him look gruff even when he's cleaned up.} Should he avoid me, I will send him a message.

{He sighs and wonders where the dysfunction of the Fëanorians ends. Maglor, at least, seems the most reasonable at times, but then he speaks as a desperate child. Aragorn is caught between wanting to comfort him and wanting to say something harsh.

But harsh words only deepen the wounds, he knows. This is not an Elf who has been spoiled or granted an easy life.}

Maglor, I have lost my mother. I do not expect to see her again until I pass from this life. {As if that isn't hard enough...} I watched her grieve for many years after the death of my father. I could not bear to see her so consumed. There were many years, I did not even lay eyes on her.

{A thing he regrets now.}

Turn her attention from craft to the life she bore. Spend time with her.