The affection is something he has missed dearly; it is something that kept him sane after the Thangorodrim. Without it, the threads of his mind unraveled slowly and finally he had nothing left. Or so he thought. He forgot that he had someone's love and a solid reason to live.

Maglor should be furious.

"Mm." he rests his head against Curufin's shoulder, soaking in his presence, "He saw a need; he knew his brother could lead their people, but the Men had no Lord or King to unite them. To understand them, he became one of them." his lips quirk, "No one could convince him otherwise and it was I who helped shorten his hair."