The full title of this…chapter is What did I do to deserve this? Oh…wait…

Every time I pulled, the chains seemed to get tighter around my wrists. It defied the 'laws of physics,' but what would I know about that? That was never my specialty. Music and war are. A strange combination, I am aware, but strange is what I am. That's why I'm here. Because I'm different from the mortals around me. A branch of government took me in after they discovered both my ears – the only obvious detail of my abnormalness – and the sword I still bear at my side. After all, neither of those I can or am willing to change. But that may have been my undoing. I do not realize that I am talking to myself until one of the mortals enters the room and starts staring at me. I lock eyes with him and he flushes bright red and takes a step back. For some reason, I feel a liking towards him and decide to be agreeable if he should ask anything. I gesture awkwardly with my bound hands.

"Do you need anything?" Even to me, my voice sounds terrible. He stares at me and I sigh, feeling annoyance creep up on me.

"Where is my harp?" He blinks, and then moves his arm to hand it to me. I eagerly take it, forgetting about my burned hands for a moment. His horrified gasp reminds me and I self-consciously draw them back into my body.

"What happened?" He asks. I glance down.

"It's a long story..." I finally sigh. He sits beside me.

"I have time." I laugh, soft and dry.

"Not enough."

"Well, give me the short version." I think for a few minutes, then sigh and give in.

"My father made the Silmarilli, Morgoth stole them, we swore an unbreakable oath to get them back, kinslayings, Atar dies, five of my six brothers die, my last brother and I steal two, they burn our hands because of the kinslayings etc., he jumps into a volcano, I survive to present day and here I am." He's staring at me.

"What?"

"That was the short version. Want longer?" The man slowly shakes his head. "Not really, unless you want to talk about it." I shake my head slowly in response.

"No, I'd rather not." We sit in silence for a while, and then he reaches over and takes the chains off my arms. I rub my wrists, and then look at him half-hopefully.

"What are you doing with my father's sword?"

"Your father's...oh, nothing."

"Yes, my Atar's. It's the only thing I have left of him besides my harp and the sword is much more him than any musical instrument." The man nods slowly, seeming to make sense of what I'd just said, and there is an even longer silence then before.

"What did you mean by: survive to present day?" I sigh, having known the question would pop up at some time, but still not looking forward to answering it.

"I'm Elda." He only looks more confused.

"What?"

"Elda. Elven." He still looks lost and I give in.

"I'm immortal, okay? My people..." I draw off as he stares at me. "Immortal?"

"That's what I said!" I snap, then instantly regret it and bow my head.

"I'm sorry. I don't normally snap at people."

"It's fine." He says back softly, clearing struggling to take it all in.

"Is this an interrogation?" I ask suddenly and he blinks.

"No...I just wanted to talk to you." I nod slowly, suspicious.

"Right..." I half-expect him to get offended, but he just sighs.

"It's not, but I assume Fury will use it as such. I'm sorry."

"It's fin-Fury?" "The Director...He's in charge." I nod. He gets up to leave and right before he exits, I speak up.

"Mäkaläurë."

"Pardon?" He turns to look at me, tipping his head slightly and looking at eerily like Maitimo. I swallow the lump in my throat and the sudden stab of pain.

"Mäkaläurë. That's my name. Or Cänäfinwë, Maglor." His eyes flicker, it dawning on him. Then he offers me a smile.

"Steve Rogers. Or Captain America." Then he leaves me to my suddenly painful thoughts.

I just realized that my book report on the Silmarillion is due tomorrow. Oh freaking crap. lol DROWNING PERSON!…anyway, I was typing this and was about halfway done and the stupid thing deleted everything. LSo, I didn't spell check and reformat anything because I'm lazy like that. Maybe one day, I'll go back and fix it, but not today because I'm lazy and went to my brother's football game and have to upload this before my friend (who's laptop I'm borrowing to do this) goes home. I honestly have no idea where this came from, I really don't. I DO have plans to finish this, so YAY me! It already has part of another chapter written, but it's not complete. This story will extend from slightly Pre-Avengers to Post-Avengers. (and obviously major Post-Silmarillion lol)

EDIT of 4.4.2013/4.5.2013/4.6.2013 (whenever I actually find the time): Okay, I actually went through with my promise. *faints* I'm editing all the chapters of HDIGMIT and then actually posting the next…part of Still to This Day. BECAUSE I'M ENDING HDIGMIT! DON'T WORRY! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER STORY POSTING TODAY OR TOMORROW. DEPENDS WHEN I FINISH THE INTRODUCTION FOR IT. I HATE WRITING NÁMO! (edit: it's all lies! (6.29.2013)

EDIT EDIT: I listened to Fall of Fingolfin - Composition on YouTubethe entire time I spent editing this story. HA! (if you've never heard it, you should go listen to it. I'd post a link, but…yeah. doesn't like those. Just search Fall of Fingolfin - Composition on YT and it should show up.