Prompts: 'Race' and 'Forgotten'
Far too many fortresses and villages lie abandoned now, taken by the surging water. The lore of Beleriand is as good as lost forever. Perhaps that is for the better. If the lore is lost, then maybe that which we did long ago could be forgotten...I wish that would be the case, in my heart I believe it to possible, but in my mind I know that forgiveness is impossible now. For me and for those of my family involved in this...all of it. Our crimes were and are far too terrible. I am all that is left now and I truly do not deserve to have survived. There were so many innocents that perished and yet, I survived. I am still questioning why I survive because I did not and still do not deserve to live. But maybe it is a punishment in itself, for death could truly be considered a reward and a relief. And those are both things I most certainly do not deserve to have.
The Noldor are a near forgotten race now, the third age draws out and the enemy begins to regain a foothold. From the shadows I've watched the free peoples fight a desperate battle against an enemy they cannot hope to defeat on their own. In the shadows I will remain, slipping in and out of my haven when and where I am needed, but never staying out too long. Staying long enough to see the battle's end would mean celebration should it be won and that is not something I deserve to enjoy. The only thing I will enjoy is my solitude and the few pleasant memories I have of the race of yesterday.
A/N: It is official. Maglor Fëanorian is the king of angst. Half because of the poor Noldor's life and half because it's so easy/fun to write it. DO NOT JUDGE!