The hug gets a startled blink, and a warm arm in return. Maglor is still surprised by the way the twins are slowly warming up to him, and in some tiny way it mends some of the cracks in his heart (It is wrong, he knows, to love them - he is their captor, the reason they have no other. What right has he to claim their love? But he cannot help loving them, either)

When the boys come back, the fire is lit and Maglor has braided his hair back and tied on an apron.

"So, there you are rapscallions. First priority in here as you know is cleanliness! Hands?"