After a trip known by few by Maeglin to quarry for ore in the mountains outside of Gondolin, the Elf Lord has returned. Only, there was something queer about him, as if something changed during his time away from Gondolin.

Maeglin bore a smile upon his face! A strange sight, for one so aloof and haughty all of the time. He usually never smiled, when it was not to cozen up the King or when he was in the presence of his cousin Idril. Yet now the corners of his mouth were upturned and he walked with a spring in his step.

Something is definitely amiss, especially since the smile did not seem to quite reach his eyes. They remain as dark as always.

"Well, my friend. It is good to see thee." He says in a cheery tone, seeing you have noticed him. "Care to join me?"