Curufin is wandering the city, confused but rather thankful to be back in the body. He sees a familiar figure up ahead, communing with a child. The little one braids an orange flower into Turgon's hair.
"Cousin," says Curufin, softly. "It's been a long time."
B.
"Cousin," says Curufin, softly. "It's been a long time."