Maglor froze. "Uinen." Had the Valar finally seen fit to mete out justice? He remembered Uinen and Ossë's wrath after Alqualondë – had she decided now that he should meet his final fate, and the Fëanorians go at last to the Everlasting Darkness?
"Maglor Fëanorion." She regarded him solemnly. "I have come to fulfill the bargain of the Valar and Fëanáro Curufinwë. Hold out your hand."
Confused, he did as he was bidden. "You say the Valar made a bargain with my father? What-" He broke off in utter shock as she tipped a Silmaril into his hand.
Uinen regarded it gravely. "The light of Gil-Estel. The last Silmaril and the only one not retrieved by your family. Your father did the Valar a great service, an in return, you are permitted to fulfill your Oath and return to Valinor."
The Silmaril tumbled to the sand, rolling to Uinen's feet, as Maglor fell to his knees, staring blankly. The black chains of the Oath that had for so long been wrapped around his mind shattered and broke and dissipated into nothingness. He felt lighter, freer, than he had in longer than he could remember. His melodious voice was unaccustomedly hoarse. "I can go home?"
Uinen tilted her head gravely, reaching down to retrieve the Silmaril. "You can go home."