Slowly, Celebrimbor shakes his head, continuing to stare at Maglor. "It is not the Everlasting Dark. Nor is it the Halls." He slowly loosens his grip on Maglor's arm. "It is another place, unknown to any of our people. And there are many others here, some faces familiar, some not." He shakes his head, but his gaze devours the elf before him. His family had always been a difficult subject for Celebrimbor but in this strange land, seeing the uncle who had been kind to him, momentarily pushed those difficulties to the side.

"I escaped, Maglor." He added softly. From your Oath perhaps, only to fall into a curse of my own making.