Curufin has come to bid his brothers goodbye, and to welcome some newcomers. He, too, watches Maedhros and Maglor walk towards the turnstyle as though they are in a hypnotic trance. His heart is wrung for them, and he runs forward and calls out, "Maitimo! Macalaurë! Don't go without at least saying goodbye to those who love you!" But they walk past him as though they cannot see him and pass through the gate, and then they are gone.

He turns and sees Fingon behind him.

"Cousin," he says, and his face reflects the knowledge that Fingon will miss Maedhros as much as Curufin will. Or maybe even more. "Want to come and have a drink with me, after everybody boards the train?"