I wrote this for the mysterious guest Lord Illyren. Well, maybe not mysterious exactly, but I'd really like to know who he/she is!

Maglor cradled his scorched hand, stumbling along the shifting sands that reached to the sea. One word echoed through his head. One dreadful, condemning, evil word.

Murderer.

How many of the Quendi had died because of his oath? How many Atani? How many families, like his, had been torn apart by a single mad quest?

When at last the elf turned back, he saw a pair faltering footprints. His own. But there were no others. None of the subtler signs of the children of Ilúvatar were present either. No noise except the toil of the sea. No scents except for the salt tang.

Now, as a murderer should be, he was alone. Maglor sat, knees pulled up to his chest and daydreamed the world away. Just watching the world go by, tides and seasons passing in the blink of an eye.

A little hand grabbed Maglor's shoulder and shook him gently back to reality.

"Who are you?" It was two ellyn, with matching faces and scruffy black hair. They reminded Maglor painfully of his own twin siblings, or Elrond and Elros.

"I am called- Makalaurë." The two nodded solemnly as Maglor cringed inwardly. How ashamed could he be of himself, to not want these young ones to know who he was? "And you?"

"I'm Eluréd, he's Elurín." A cold tingle washed down Maglor's spine. Lost for so long, these ellyn appeared less world weary than this that had lived through the War of the Jewels.

And so the Sons of Dior met at last the last son of Fëanor.

Thanks to the nyx and Lord Illyren for the wonderful comments, which I really enjoyed reading. Please read and review! If anybody wants me to put a little summary of the characters not in LotR and the Hobbit, I will.