[ That voice, he knows that voice, it was the first he heard, other than mother and father, the voice that teased and comforted and encouraged, the voice he hears most often in his dreams - scolding, cajoling, reminding, weeping.
The locket flips on to Maglor's face, still too pale, still a little translucent but oh, he knows that voice - is he dreaming again? But he thought he dreamed Celegorm, and no, his brother lives again. He thought he dreamed mother and father too, and see, it was not a dream. He does not know if he should curse or bless the rulers, fumbling to open the locket as swiftly as he may ]
Nyelo? Brother? Maedhros is that you? Oh my brother, where are you? Where are you, tell me and I will come to you.
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The locket flips on to Maglor's face, still too pale, still a little translucent but oh, he knows that voice - is he dreaming again? But he thought he dreamed Celegorm, and no, his brother lives again. He thought he dreamed mother and father too, and see, it was not a dream. He does not know if he should curse or bless the rulers, fumbling to open the locket as swiftly as he may ]
Nyelo? Brother? Maedhros is that you? Oh my brother, where are you? Where are you, tell me and I will come to you.