As I hold the burning jewel against my cheat, I reflect back on the things I have done in my life and am not surprised that it burns my hand. I am no longer worthy to even view such purity. I close my remaining hand around the silmaril and lift my head from the bowed position I had left it in and watch the flames swirling around me.
"Don't do it Maitimo." my head snaps up. I had not heard Maglor approaching. He grabs my shoulder. He knows me too well. I shake off his hand.
"No Macalaure." He steps back, shock written plainly on his face. I touch his shoulder with my stump. Neither of us say anything. Neither of us have to. We've known each other for long enough that words aren't needed. He nods and closes his eyes. He understands. I kiss his forehead and turned around.
When Maglor opened his eyes again, Maedhros was gone...