Now this wouldn't do. Aerith sighed and pulled away slightly from Maglor so that she could turn on him, stopping him in his tracks. Then she lifted up her hands, catching the silly elves face between her palms and turned his face gently to look down at her.

"And because of that you don't believe you're allowed to see the beauty in things? I think seeing that much darkness would give you a better appreciation for the light, Maglor. Also... there's a saying, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And being the beholder, who are you to tell me I'm wrong in saying your soul artefact was beautiful?" She smiled then, gentle and kind. "There isn't a thing wrong with looking to the bright side, even when it comes to weapons. A sword can be beautiful as much as a flower can."