The Sea was speaking.

Singing, sighing, calling him. To the passages and courtyards he could never traverse again. To the shining, beautiful halls of his lost home, far beyond the mocking Sea. Even, if now, Valinor was wrapped in twilight. The marble arches would still glint in the half light, the windows would still shine, reflecting the stars that blazed in the heavens far brighter than they did here. Lost in the shadows and half reflections until Arien bathed the walls and spires with her heavenly light. As perfect, as pure, as the faces of his family before the Oath ripped apart all that had once been his...

And so he answered the Sea.

He sang of burning ships, of blood on his hands, of his brothers' faces - twisted in fear and pain, and never laughing in the happiness of each other's company. His harmonies whispered of Darkness growing, of Light falling away into the night - until only a shadow of the trees remained. The bitter echoes of his song carried far into the stillness, though none could hear it. He sang until the burning tears escaped from his eyes and flowed down his pale face, until his worn voice was lost in the emptiness of his own sadness, and the silent song of the Sea...

He was alone.

Alone of his brothers, left in the world. Alone until the breaking of Arda, until all the grey world would be changed into something beautiful. And the, maybe then, he would see his them again. Perhaps they would laugh, again they would greet him, their words flowing like a river of silver memories around him, even as he embraced them and was embraced. And then, the wild, hopeless gleam would be gone from all their eyes...

And perhaps, after a moment, someone would begin a song.


I honestly don't know what I'm thinking publishing this. The Valar know there are plenty others just like it, and many better. But anyway, this is my obligatory Maglor angst fic, and if it isn't to much to ask, I hope you like it.

~RandomCelt, the non-Tolkien