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[vanyel_ashkevron]

[Vanyel's absence was brief and likely unnoticed, but he has returned...changed. His once black hair is now mostly white and his eyes are a much paler grey. He is sitting on the floor in his room with his back to the wall. Every inch of him says "don't touch me", yet something prompts him to open his Locket and use it.]

Why did you bring me back? What use am I...here? Without Yfandes? Without Stefen?

[His pillars have been ripped away and they expect him to stand; to fight?!]

I could kill whomever you wish. [There is something distant in his eyes. His heart can't handle the guilt of his actions.] I could drop them into the bowels of the Drabworld and leave them to suffocate.

Is that what you want of me? [He's beyond tears and out of answers.]

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[bythewaves]

Is it not right that I let them do so? [ Maglor says softly ] I ... someone needs to remember my victims.

[ He shrugs a little ] The Nirnaeth nearly destroyed Maedhros. Far more than... even Thangorodrim did, and none of us speak of what happened there. He needed... all of us to be strong for him.

[ Maglor smiles at Vanyel's posturing, eyes brightening, and reaches to flick his cheek ]

As long as you did not demand that only gold ribbons would do, and why can't they be Finno's and I want my brother to do my hair, why can't Finno do it!

[ His voice mimics the young tones of a frustrated ellith perfectly... and if Vanyel has heard Galadriel speak, even in those young tones is the echo of her adult voice ]

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

Is that why you live? To be plagued by your memories and to remember the names and faces of those you killed? [What a sad existence. Vanyel stares at Maglor hard.] What of the present? There is much to cherish.

[His expression falls and he closes his eyes.] I do not know the extent of Maedhros's pain, but I can see the extent of yours. Has no one ever comforted you?

[The impression causes his haughty air to falter and he frowns, puzzling.]

Why does that sound somewhat familiar? ...was that the Lady Galadriel? [He's stunned.]

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[bythewaves]

What else is there left for me? [ He shrugs, old and tired ] To walk amongst the Eldar, as this world has so ably proven, is to bring my Doom back into play. So. I will not let them be forgotten - not my victims, and not my brothers. But there is nothing else left for me.

[ I am alone hangs in the air between them, although Maglor does not say it. For he has always been the sane one, the kind one, the gentle one - the one the others looked to for comfort, and never the one who needed comforting in turn, although Maedhros did his best ]

[ He quirks a smile at that ]

It was, yes. When she was little Princess Nerwen, youngest and fiestiest of the Noldoran's grandchildren.