Any onlookers would have cause to wonder which is the senior here, as Maglor weeps into Celegorm's shoulders and spills tumbled apologies into his shirt.

I am sorry I was not there. I am sorry I let you die. I am sorry I was not good enough to keep you safe. I am sorry I could not make you happy

When the tears slow to something more manageable, Maglor pulls back just enough to look at his brother, memorizing a face he thought he'd never see again