He's always loved the voices of the sea. Storm or not, he's found them beautiful from the beginning. The crab in her hair has him smiling softly as he gladly lets the waves wash over bare feet. The sand won't swallow him any more than the waters. Not without Uinen's permission.

Maglor ducks his head at the remembrance, sheepish. "Mm...You know the reason for that, perhaps?"