"A bow might be more appropriate for long range, but I've always been better with a blade." As if that makes all the sense in the world, and it does, to an elf. And for more ranged attacks he could do just as well by manipulating the music around them. "A dagger or two would work just as well."

Maglor nudges one of the 'dead' rats with the edge of the pipe, looking down at it with a detached curiosity as he listens. An old part of him itches to pick the thing up to examine closely to try and figure out how it works, but it's old, and tired, so he doesn't.

"I hope you are right. Seeing it take off will be nice." And interesting, he thinks. Something that can fly that doesn't have the powers of the Valar or Maiar is still new to him, or a bird or dragon.