The injuries had been seen to once, and only once, but that was enough for Javik. What Maglor didn't know couldn't hurt him. If he was going to let it go, then he supposed he got off easy this time.

"Caer Scima," he said, before looking over his shoulder. There were a few fires going, and the people he'd been travelling with were hunkering down for the night. "Though I suspect many of the refugees will not make it that far. Perhaps the spire Ariadne commands - I have not yet been there."