Then I shall keep you from your memories. {Thranduil brings the hands up to kiss the scars.} Or, rather, I will help you make new memories with them. Hands as deft as yours can do anything they like!

{His voice rumbles, amused, and he nudges their heads together, murmuring:}

They can care for little squirrels and soothe impatient bitter Elven-Kings.

{And, for the first time, Maglor will hear his new child cry. They are dreaming of falling and it's scary! Thranduil releases his lover's hands and hums encouragingly.}

A little touch can chase those shadows away.