"A beautiful exchange of ideas it must have been," Elrond murmured. He would have asked to hear more, but the last thing that Elrond wants to do is cause undue stress to Maglor's hand. He's still very conscious of it, gaze resting on the injury now and again as he speaks. He can't help it; he's been trying but still finds himself looking now and again, cataloging the scars and attempting to calculate the level of pain.