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Star
A star had been the symbol of his family, as did many symbols of other noble elven families - for a good reason. Stars were dear to the elven-kind that they named themselves as the Children of the Stars. Lady Varda had became their most dearest Valier thanks to her creation in the sky.
The fact of elves loving stars weren't different from Maglor, however. There were many times when he looked up during the night to see the stars that was dear to him. However, there was one night when he looked up and was started by it. There was one new star, shining brightly, as bright as the silmaril, appeared suddenly from the darkness of the sky. There was no elf that did not notice the new star in the sky. Every elf on Middle-Earth were looking at the sky with new hope.
"'Surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?" Maedhros asked his brother, once he had taken a place to seat beside him.
"'If it be truly the Silmaril which we saw cast into the sea that rises again by the power of the Valar, then let us be glad; for its glory is seen now by many, and is yet secure from all evil." He answered; a twin was sleeping peacefully on his lap and the other side of him.
One of Mandos' dooms that were declared was fulfilled; a Silmaril was put by the Valar in the airs of the sky, in the brow of a Mariner who became a new star – Gil-Estel, Star of High Hope. It lived up his name; they had hope to recover the other Silmaril remained in the Middle-Earth.