[Not an elf, but not human either - there is something distinctly larger than human in his presence. He calms down a bit when Fëanor reclines yet remains tense (and really, the more he looks at this guy, the more he makes him think of... (Maedhros, picking up his battered brother and commanding Celeborn away; Maglor, picking up Muscovy while singing to keep the hounds at bay and kill them).)
He wonders where Maglor is. Somewhere in this building for sure...]
I am Maglor's, yes?
[He still has no actual word for it; claim is not quite right, nor is adopting. Some kind of asymmetric contract, but...] Since I arrived here.
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He wonders where Maglor is. Somewhere in this building for sure...]
I am Maglor's, yes?
[He still has no actual word for it; claim is not quite right, nor is adopting. Some kind of asymmetric contract, but...] Since I arrived here.