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[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

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If you live longer you can be his friend for longer, silly.

[Very simple math, really. Right?]

[...right.]

Friendship has no impact on my lifespan.

But it affects the lifespan of my lord father very much, yes? Every time someone dies or leaves, he gets less here.

[An unfortunate truth, but that sort of thing was out of his hands. If he had control over that, he'd've died a long time ago.]

...lord father?

Maglor.

[He didn't realize that that could be confusing; after all, whom else would he be speaking about here?]

[No, he got that they were still talking about Maglor, but the elf had never mentioned having a son.]

Why do you call him that?

It is the best descriptor, yes?

If you are his son, then yes.

If he was a nation, I would be his dependency, but he is an Elf, so "son" works best.

[Nation? He was completely lost.]

Very little of what you say makes sense.

[So, he fit right in with the elves.]

It is complicated. That is why he is my father. People understand father and son.

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