Voice, Open

[bythewaves]

[ 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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[bythewaves]

At the moment, I am rather disinclined to care. It is not the first time the sons of Feanor have wandered homeless.

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[notavirtue]

[He had expected the elf to care more, at least about the welfare of the friends and remaining family he had here. A heartless, fading apathy was one thing, but this was a side of him he had not really seen.]

So long as you do not chose to simply lie down and die.

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[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is good at locking things away behind rage and bitterness and hate. It has been a long time, but he is drawing on those reserves to keep himself going again - he will likely get worse. Even with his heart ]

I promised I would not. Not yet, anyway. There may come a point where I simply cannot keep going but... I hold. For now.

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[notavirtue]

Then that is enough. I will look for you afterwards, assuming we both survive this battle.

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[bythewaves]

I will do my best to still be here, my friend.