Months passed and Maglor found that Loki was right. No matter what he tried, his voice was well and truly gone. The next December found him sitting on the roof of Avenger Tower with his head in his hands, shaking and struggling to hum the familiar tune of the Noldolante in his head. It wasn't working, but he was half-glad it wasn't. He just wanted to be able to retain some shred of what he had once had.

"Kano?" Maglor twisted around to see Steve standing behind him.

"Hi Steve." He thought, out of habit trying to speak. If he could have, it would've been in a hollow voice.

Steve seemed to understand and he sat down beside Maglor without saying a word. After a few minutes of complete silence, Steve put an arm around the silent elf and pulled him in to rest his head on Steve's shoulder. Maglor sighed, but didn't move away. He instead began digging through Steve's pockets to find a paper and writing instrument.

Steve sensed what Maglor was looking for and dug a pencil and a folded up piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to Maglor.

When it was placed in his hands, Maglor sat up and wrote seven words to form a simple sentence.

I want to go to the sea.

Steve looked at Maglor, and the elf met his eyes; unwavering. 'Please' he mouthed.

Steve nodded. "I think we can arrange that. If you're sure that's what you want."
Maglor nodded firmly.