Hi.. Another bit from A.. just a little flash into Maglor's last moments. Please read and review.

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And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea, and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves.

-Chapter Twenty Four-

The Silmarillion

A scream tore from his lips and Maglor dropped the Silmaril, trembling as he fell to his knees. His body was in agony - his hands burned and bleeding, his heart torn and shattered in his chest. Tears streamed down h is face, the grief of being alone swept through him. And he was truly alone, for the first time in longer than he could remember he could not feel his brothers.

Maedhros was dead.

Shaking, his gaze fell unto the shining Silmaril and he shuddered. Cursing at it, he picked it up again, ignoring the pain of its rejection long enough to hurl it with all the might he had left into the sea. Collapsing to the sand, Maglor buried his face in his hands. And then he wept. Wept for all the pain in his heart, for the loss of the last and closest of his brothers, for the loss of himself to this Oath. Broken, was still after spending himself of his grief, unable to muster another tear, his throat sore from screaming and cursing.

Rest in peace, my brothers... It is done.

For a moment, Maglor stared at his knife, given to him by his father; and for a moment, Maglor weighed the decision of joining his brothers. Surely it would be easier than facing this pain all alone. Ebony hair whipped against his face, stirred by the coastal wind. He remembered days when Maedhros would braid it for him, how Amrod and Amras would pull it when they were younger. Babies. In a flash of anger, Maglor drew the knife and grabbed a handful of the black strands, cutting it nigh viciously. When he was through, his hair barely touched his cheeks, the rest of it strewn about him on the sand. Golden sand.. not white.

In his heart Maglor knew he would never be allowed to look upon white shores again for the deeds he had committed. I killed my kin for my father's madness...

Shuddering, Maglor made himself get up, feeling unburdened for the first time since he had taken that terrible oath. Allowing his tears to dry on his cheeks, Maglor stared down the shore. He had no where to go now, no one to return to.

And so he began to walk down the coast, then he began to sing. From his heart to his lips Maglor sang of grief, regret, lamenting the losses of this madness. For Elwing's children, for Gondolin, for Doriath, for the innocence of his brothers, for Maedhros... Yes... he sang for his brothers, who would never again grace the wide world.

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