Even if Fingon had meant to accuse, he'd have accepted it. Maglor still frowns unhappily at him.

"Of course we came. Even if we were the last ones standing, we would have come. Not just because you are our king, but because we love you."

How many survived...? He has to think back, past the remembered overwhelming grief of the loss of the one in front of him now.

"Not many. We never really recovered."