Nyelo, Neylo! [ it is almost a prayer, the cry of the child he had been once, the brother who watched him fall ] Yes. It is real, let it be real, oh my brother you are returned to me! Or if not this is nightmare from which there is no awakening, a dream where my lost ones are found, and I do not want to wake.

[ It is him, it is, oh, and Maglor trembles, visibly fighting for composure (his Light flickers erratically, heart still not settled, responding to his surging emotions) ]

The castle, you must be in the Unseelie castle. [ Maglor's hand, scarred over (still fresh, those burns, and they will never truly heal), presses against the locket, as if to reach through and he almost sobs ] Moonrise tonight - I can come to you then, they... I was gifted with a ring that allows me to travel vast distances by moonlight, to wheresoever I have already been. There are orcs there, I know, they will not attack within the bounds of the castle.