Maglor's shoulders seem too thin, the bones of his face too sharp, and for all he's delighted to embrace his kinsman again Fingon can't help but be worried. Maglor hadn't seemed nearly so fragile the last time Fingon had seen his cousins...

... or, at least, the last time he had seen them up close. Given the dragon he'd more recently seen bearing down on the flanks of the Feanorian army, chances were that nothing had gone particularly well.

But one thing catches his attention before he can ask- "Wait- what did you say about the Enemy and the Void?"

Because blast him, Morgoth was probably still on his throne the last time Fingon could account for- there, and laughing his head off at his enemys' bad luck.