"Thankfully!" he quips, fond. He loves his brothers, but Elros is far better a ruler than they ever were.

Maglor accepts his doom, as it were, and stands- only to drape an arm over Elros' shoulders for support and to keep him close.

"...If I get swept away, I lay the blame on you." He teases, though is a little wary anyway. Ulmo hadn't drowned him bringing him to the island, so why would he strike now?