Prompts: 'Stars' and 'Road'
A/N: Back to Maglor angst. I hope you haven't missed him.
Maglor stood on the sea-swept rock and left his head tipped up to the stars. He stood completely still, eyes closed and head tilted back. He could feel his harp leaning against his leg and though his fingers itched to play it, his mind told him over and over again just how much it would hurt and he voted against it. He bit his lips and opened his eyes, allowing his head to come into a resting position against his chest, feeling tears build up against the backs of his eyes. He shook them off and stared down at his hands. Charred flesh stared back up at him and he dropped to his knees, burying his face in them and feeling the burnt flesh rub against his cheeks. He wiped his eyes and stood up again, bending down to pick up his harp and turned towards the dirt path that led away from the beach. "I'm sorry, Father." He whispered, "I was always a failure."