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Maglor was sitting at the bar.

He war drinking Michelob beer from a bottle, and eating his third fishburger. No, really - even human junk food tasted excellent in this place.

There was a small white rat watching him eat, not greedy for food, but on the contrary proud that the elf liked it, and poised to bring him more.

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She lets out a hollow laugh, "Ah I should have known you'd have denied it now the truth spell's worn off! You weren't exactly honest about it in the first place. Now drop the innocent act Nate, it really doesn't suit you!"

Yes it's Milliways, yes she should be cottoning on to the fact he might not actually be Nate, but he broke her heart, she can't be expected to think straight can she?

"Read my lips - no wife and kids, girl!" Maglor said, picking up his beer bottle and taking a swig.

His cheek was still smarting considerably. That girl did pack some punch, wow!

Ah calling her 'girl' what a brilliant way to get her good side! Only really really not!

"Don't you patronise me like that! You're lucky you're still human, I could have turned you into a pig by now, more of a pig I mean."

She was aware he'd probably forgotten what she told him about her being a witch as soon as the spell had ended but she just didn't care anymore.

"I'm not human," Maglor smirked, still secretly astonished that he could do so again, in this place.

Paige smiles then, maybe karma had come back and bitten him on the ass.

"Someone curse you?" she asks, then she thinks for a moment, "what are you now then?"

"You could say somebody cursed me, yes," Maglor said, with a shrug, thinking of the Lord Mandos on the promontory, when he left Aman with his father and brothers...

"But I've never been human. I'm an elf, as you would call us."

She stares for a moment and finally she gets it.

"You're-you're not Nate are you?" she asks quietly, oh god I've just slapped an elf! That's probably not good!

"Nope," Maglor grinned. "My name is Kanafinwe Makalaure, also known as Maglor, son of Feanor. Not Nate. I'm sure Nate is a nice name as well, but not mine."

Paige bites her lip looking deeply embarrassed.

"Ah, I'm really really sorry about slapping you, I'm not normally like that it's just... you look exactly like him! Can I erm buy you another beer of something, by way of an apology?"

Maglor smiled. "I've been offended in weirder ways," he said. "And slapped harder. But I wouldn't say no to another beer."

She smiled back, he was taking this much better than she expected. Turning to Bar she ordered him another drink and handed it to him.

"There you go, so there's another guy who looks like Nate? I mean you." she asks with that confused look again.

Maglor took a deep draught fron the fresh Michelob, then nodded.

"Yes, but I haven't met him. Murphy MacManus. A woman named Sara thought I was him, but her reation was a bit less - inimical," he said with a grin.

"I'm guessing he didn't screw her over then!" she says, cos if he had been Nate he'd totally have deserved the slap.

"Guess I'll ask names first next time then, I'm Paige by the way," she says offering her hand.

"A page from which book, though?" Maglor said, unable to resist the pun, and shaking her hand.

She smirked slightly, so far no one had commented on her name.

"Oh something exciting and passionate I expect, so Maglor, where are from if you dind't mind me asking?"

"I am an elf, and I was born in the city of Tirion, in the Undying Lands, before the first age of the sun even began," he said. "But I remained behind in the world of men when all other elves left, at the end of the third age, and I have stayed there for seven ages, until such a time that it became indistinguishable from most modern Earth versions. The Lord of Mandos, Vala of Death, appeared to me in a roadside diner as I was having a dinner so incredibly more greasy and unappetising than what the rats serve here, and brought me here to join my mother."

Paige isn't really sure what to say to all that, so she settles for this...

"Oh right, cool!"

Maglor smiled.

"That's Milliways for you - you get people with that sort of cool life stories all the time."

She nodded, "Yeah I've met a couple of superheros, and more than a few people who've died, it's...interesting her. I like it though," she frowns at looks at where the door should be, "I'd probably like it even more if I wasn't stuck here!"

"Oh, you're - what they call it? Bound?" Maglor said.

She nods, "I guess you're not then? I'm still trying to work out why I am, I have a few theories, mainly to do with me helping people in other worlds. I kinda protect people back home, it was the most obvious thing really. Well that or so I could get to know my sister better, she died before I ever met you see, but she's here now."

"She died before you knew her? That is sad," Maglor said. "I've got six brothers, and I miss those not currently alive a great lot."

"it's sort of complicated, I'm only her half sister, there are four of us actually, we're all here at the bar, but they didn't know about me until Prue died, I was given away at birth," she pauses and looks down, "I wasn't meant to exist."

She looks up at him, "maybe your brothers will come here one day?"

"My mother told me today that the Vala of Death is letting them go from his Halls," Maglor said, slowly. "I'll fully believe it when I see them, but it sounds very hopeful to me."

She smiles widely then, "I'm very happy for you, I hope you'll see them soon, family's important, I never really had much of one for a while. It's good to know you get a second chance sometimes."

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