This one is deticated to all of those who have reviewed my story before. Thank you so very much!
EDIT: Yeah, yeah, I know that Maglor wasn't there. But let a girl use some artistic lisence, eh? Please? Oh, and I can't write canon, as I am not the original writer. So there :winks:
Alone
His red hair is as bright as the flames. I watch him standing at the edge, teetering, ready to jump. I wish to call him back, want him to turn around, smile at me and tell me that everything will go back to normal and that we will meet the others again, our beloved younger brothers. I have stood by his side until the end, he has watched over me and protected me and in turn I have granted him consolation when he needed it.
I do not reach out. I do not tell him to turn back, to return to me. He has lost both his hands now, simply because of an accursed oath that our father made, because of those wretched jewels.
My brother, my beloved Russandol falls to his freedom and leaves me behind. I have not the strength to let go.
I watch him fall to his death, to his freedom.
I, Maglor Fëanorion, am alone.
Hope you all enjoyed this sisterpiece to Kinslayer.