There is always a feeling of pain when I watch Maglor and the half-elven twins. I no longer question why I do not join. The twins do not trust me. Nor do they like me. I do not blame them. Even I do not care for myself. Not anymore. Perhaps they merely do not understand. For the sake of the innocence I was unable to keep, I truly hope they never understand. I watch from the shadows and they do not know I am there. For a moment, I am reminded of a happier time...my brother and young twins...only those twins bore red hair...red like the blood...like the fire(1)...I outwardly snarl, trying to shove away the memories. Maglor stops suddenly and turns to meet my eyes. I cannot hold his gaze for long and blink away the first signs of weakness. Elrond and Elros have stopped now and watch Maglor. I take one step back, then another and then turn and flee. Maglor does not follow me. He must understand my need to be alone. I never again looked to the twins and though I knew they would grow up without me, I no longer cared. Maybe that way, they would not be drawn in and then perish as did another set of twins they remind me of so vividly.
A/N 1: Meaning his (and Maglor's) younger brothers Amrod and Amras. One was killed when Feanor burned the swan boats instead of sending them back and the other died in Sirion. I don't know which died when. If you know, please tell me so I stop looking stupid to people who have read everything Tolkien. I can't claim that yet sadly.