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{Boons are a thing of wonder. Aragorn is enjoying his first taste of magic, his grey eyes unfocused as he concentrates on the deep thrum of a spell activating. His body morphs seamlessly, which, understandably, causes him to inhale sharply.

But then it's done. He now looks through the eyes of a Sciathán Lion. Shaking his pale mane and stretching his feathered wings, he stands and lifts his chin to catch the scent of leaves, soil, living things on the air. Pale eyes aglow, he almost seems to smile.

This is a gift he will put to good use. His head dips and he slips the locket over his ears until it settles against his furry chest. There it stays as his feet pound against the ground, knocking up dirt and debris. Once he has sufficient speed, he opens his wings and lets the air catch against his feathers.

He has watched the Eagles fly - birds beyond counting too - yet nothing prepares him for the sensation of pure free flight. His feet still move, almost as if he is racing over the open air, and he roars his approval.

Back on the ground, there is a whinny of disapproval. A certain Unicorn is giving his master a skeptical look, head tilted to one side.

When will Men learn not to play with magic like it's a toy?

Aragorn makes one round in the sky, letting his wings become accustomed to flight before he lands quite near the Unicorn. Ehtyarion shakes his mane and paws at the dirt with his hoof. With an amused glimmer in his eyes, Aragorn nudges his friend gently and encourages him to follow him.

No one will be eaten today. Or any other day for that matter. He is not that sort of beast.}

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I shall travel to him to do so. {Once the battle is won and they can breathe.} I never meant to add to his sorrows, though I fear I did.

{He softens and shakes his head.} I take nothing for granted.

Sons never do, and yet fathers always worry. [ Maglor shrugs a little ] He will neither hold it against you, nor be angry, but rather thank you for it, I am sure.

[ He sighs softly ] Would that Elros would have known you. You remind me of him greatly.

I pray I learn that lesson in time from his perspective. {With a son... And perhaps more children.} He will ever be in my heart and in Arwen's. She could not have asked for a better father.

{He smiles tentatively.} There is hope he and Lord Elrond may join us.

I am sure you will. [ Maglor says simply, but the mention of Elrond & Elros draws a shudder from him, a shadow crossing his eyes ]

I... yes. There is always that chance. But I ... no. Elrond was here, in the beginning, and Celegorm ... no. I cannot wish either of them here.

Do not wish it but welcome them nonetheless should they return. {He speaks gently. This is not about guilt or regret. Opportunities come and go in the Drabwurld. Why let them slip through their fingers?}

It would probably be better for everyone if I did not. [ Maglor says bleakly ] But I have so far failed in all my attempts to separate myself, so I suppose if it happened, I would.

Should they seek to forgive you, how can you deny them? {Aragorn shifts and tightens Ehtyarion's girth.} By doing so, you only make their pain greater.

I cannot. [ He says softly, brokenly ] I have never been able to deny either of them anything, saving only the time we sent them back to Gil-Galad. But I should.

Good. Perhaps their words will reach you where ours have failed. {He wishes good things for the Elf Maglor has become.} The Kings of Númenor, the Lords of Andúnië, Elendil, Isildur, Anárion, the Kings of Arnor, the Kings of Gondor, The Kings of Arthedain, Ondoher, Arvedui, the Chieftains of the Dúnedain and Arathorn II stand between us. See how your foster son flourished?

Yes. [ He smiles wistfully at that ] I am glad that his line endures.

Then if you look at Elrond, he has three children of his own, he is the Lord of Rivendell and oft sought for knowledge.

Mm, he said as much, the brief time he was here. [ Quietly ] I am glad... we ... feared to ruin them. I am glad we let them go in time.

You readied them to succeed in their lives and then left them to do so. {Much like how Elrond readied his forefathers to lead the Dúnedain.}

We both did the best we could, Maedhros and I. [ Maglor nods in acknowledgement of that ]

I only wish that it was not us who had to do so at all.

Fate does not consider our wishes. I have often thought it dealt me a cruel hand. {To be of a line that can rule yet to feel too weak to do so...}

Fate might not, but...

[ He shakes his head. If only, if only whisper his ghosts ]

I think, perhaps, you know better now, hm? Your hand is a good one, I think. Far better than many.

I was the one who made it difficult. If I had accepted my fate sooner, my path would have been shorter. {With less dear friends.} Looking back, I am grateful for my misgivings.

Perhaps. Or perhaps you waited as long as was needful. Only the Doomsman might be able to tell you that, if he deigns to do such.

I have little inclination to encounter him. {With a name like that!} I did what I thought best in the moment. Men can do no better.

[ A soft chuckle at that ]

Lord Namo is fearsome indeed. And yet... [ Softly ] No one else remembers, but I saw tears in his eyes when we passed him and ignored his words. He is the Judge, and the Doomsman, and he is grim and fearsome, but he is fair, and he grieves, I think, that he cannot change anything.

[ They hurt them, Maglor knows, when they left. He did not know the Valar felt so deeply, until then. And now it is too late, and he cannot bear to face them after he hurt them all so badly ]

His is a duty I do not envy. To watch, to know and be unable to change must cause him much heartache. {He can imagine why Maglor saw tears.} Perhaps it would not be so terrible to come upon him, though I fear I would be unable to look upon his face.

Yes. [ Maglor nods quietly and quirks a smile ]

I did not think so either, but I ... do not know what drew me to lift my head as we went past. I think you will find him kinder than you guess, when your time comes.

I pray my time isn't soon. {He is in his late eighties and he will live to be two-hundred and ten. That's the year he decides to pass on.} I want to see my son grow strong before I encountered Námo.

Edited 2015-01-29 04:00 (UTC)

As do I, Elrondion. A light such as yours... aye, I hope it endures long.

My light must seem dim compared to his. {Elros, that is.} I thank you regardless.

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