The end of the third age was a bittersweet for the elves. Many was torn between the sea longing and the love they had for Arda and for middle earth. Elrond always imagined that his journey to the blessed realm, would be happy. But than again he didn't knew at the time that his daughter would never get to see it.

He sighed to himself. It was her choice, just like he himself made his own ages ago. The only thing that still lingered in his head was his foster father. Maglor.

Many have spoken tales of the fate of the last son of Feanor, mostly with anger in thier eyes and poison in their mouth but Elrond knew better. The elf who raised him was suffering for ages now. He may be a kinslayer but he was also the gentel elf that kissed him goodnight, that tucked him and his dear brother in bed, that calmed them when they had a nightmare, that loved them as his own.

He had a good heart. And no one could make him think otherwise. This was why he was now on his horse riding on the shore , searching for him.

And he would not sail anywhere without finding him.

The nightsky was dark and only the stars was shining brightly above him, showing him the way. Cold wind hit him yet he refused to return back to Imladris. His father need him.

The shore was empty and far away from any kingdom. It was the perfect place to search for Maglor.

hours and hours he spent looking for him, and the sun was already peeking out in the corner of the sky. Elrond sighed and felt his shoulders drop. Maybe Maglor wasn't to be found that day, he thought to himself.

Just before he gave up he heard the most beautiful familiar voice that he heard most of his childhood.

"Long have the sunshine hide from my face,

so far away from the the place i belong,

and yet could never called home,

far away from the people I love,

but i know i can't return.

can't ask for mercy, such sadness i bring,

Ill stay right here for what left of forever,

and sing for the pale moon light."

The beautiful voice filled the morning sky with such tragedy that Elrond had to blink to prevent the tears.

He jumped off his horse and walked closer to the still humming singing voice.

before him stood his father.

Elrond noticed that he still was breath-taking gorgeous. his hair was long and dark as the colour of the crow, and his features was delicate and sweet.

His father still didn't noticed him as he sat on the sand, legs touching the water, humming himself the soft lullaby.

He coughed and Maglor nearly jumped in surprise. He immediately turned to look at Elrond, with a shock expression and wide eyes. "ion nin?"

He nodded at him and before he knew it was pulled into a hug, "adar", he whispered.

When they released each other Maglor stared at him, "how did you find me?"

"I searched for you."

"for what? you don't need me anymore."

Elrond stared at him, "I'm sailing to Aman soon."

"Oh," Maglor whispered.

"And I want you to come with me."

"wh-what?"

"Our time here is over, ada. You have to return Valinor and face the Valar," he said gently.

"I can't. I have blood on my hands. I'm a kinslayer. I can not return." Maglor looked at him sadly.

"Father, I have looked into your heart and you need to heal. If you'll stay here you will fade from sadness."

"Maybe it is what I deserve."

"Adar, do not speak like that. You need to face the valar and heal your soul."

"I-I can't."

"Why not? what chain you here?"

"I can not face the hatred ion. They will never forgive me."

"you dont know it. You have to do it."

Maglor stared at the soft sand under his bare feet. Elrond took one of his hands in his, "I will come with you if you what me to."

"I guess that I'll have to do it anyway." Maglor whispered to himself.

"Fine," he said. "I shall come."