Fingon’s head snaps toward the newcomer. “Glorfindel?”

Ai, now there was a voice he hadn’t heard in a few hundred years. Seen, probably- there was no way one of his brother’s most able captains hadn’t been at the Midsummer battle. But it was a little hard to remember.....

Probably the head blow, he thinks ruefully, Something to keep in mind the next time I die- avoid head wounds.

He shakes his head slightly, clearing his thoughts. “It’s been some time,” he says, scrupulously not adding, perhaps the masters of the train have thought twice about having so many a Finweans aboard.