In the darkest corner of his cell, Amrod was slumped against the wall. He was alone. And he had been alone for a while. Wait, hadn't he always been alone? Hadn't there always been just this, and nothing more?
"Of course, there had been something else! Have you forgotten us so easily?!" He winced, threading his fingers through his burned and mutilated hair.
"No, please," he murmured, "just leave me alone."
"Leave you alone?" Maitimo's voice echoed in his head and he tangled his hands even tighter among his locks, feeling the sting along his scalp. "O, my dear brother, you would rather be trapped in this…oppressive darkness than with your kin?"
"You are not my kin," Amrod hissed to the air.
"Are you sure about that?" The voice hung heavy in the room. No. His eyes widened. He did not know whom it had once belonged to, but he knew the accent like he knew his own. The Teleri. Did the Teleri have to haunt him too? "You called us cousin, called us kin, yet you slaughtered us like dogs. We lay dead on the shore!" His nails dug into his head.
"No, please… it was self-defense." A laugh barked in his ears.
"Self-defense!? We surrendered! Yet you murdered us all! …The Kinslaying. Doesn't fully describe the horror, does it?"
"Leave me alone!" he screamed, slamming one of his fists against the wall so hard that it drew blood on his palm.
But the words fell into the wind, for, as always, there had been no one there.