"Alice was... quite clear." Wry and amused. He loves her, his lovely little butterfly, but Maglor does not fear Pitch, nor have over cause to hate him yet, beyond that he has hurt her (which is reason enough, in fairness, but he has yet to do so again, and Maglor can wait).

"There was one here who knew you well - Mother Nature, she named herself." He holds out a small parcel. "She left you this."