"I do not" he says softly, reaching down to soothe a restless peredhel and picking up the harp.

"I saw you coming as if chased, and your obvious distress. But I cannot tell you more than that."

He eyes her with obvious concern but makes no move towards her. "Will you not rest a while? I swear to you I will do you no harm" And here's another difference - Maglor doesn't swear anymore. Ever. But he hasn't been burnt enough yet.