[ Maglor lets him, long used to the oddities of his travel companions, and trusting them to do him no harm, and shrugs as best he can with one hand captured.
There is something strange about the burn that was not obvious at their previous meeting (for then the Oath slept, but now it is roused again) - almost, it burns as if fire licks at it still, a bright, terrible, holy flame - this is not a wound physical, although it certainly manifests that way, and will continue to do so, but one written far deeper than that. ]
It seems that way. And the words of the Oath are quite specific - my family must lay our hands on the jewels - we may not rest until we do. So, either Celegorm, or I, or Father, if he were still here, must hold them in our hands and in our keeping.
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There is something strange about the burn that was not obvious at their previous meeting (for then the Oath slept, but now it is roused again) - almost, it burns as if fire licks at it still, a bright, terrible, holy flame - this is not a wound physical, although it certainly manifests that way, and will continue to do so, but one written far deeper than that. ]
It seems that way. And the words of the Oath are quite specific - my family must lay our hands on the jewels - we may not rest until we do. So, either Celegorm, or I, or Father, if he were still here, must hold them in our hands and in our keeping.