This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Jessica Lunsford who was kidnapped and murdered. We remember her for the time her bright smile helped light the world around us. Please take a moment to think of this sweet little girl and say a pray in memory of her.

Jaffee

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Today I went in search of a piece of music that I wanted, and so I found myself in your room Maglor. I opened the windows and let the sunshine sweep into the room allowing the light to illuminate the heaps and piles of paper scattered everywhere.

On your desk a pen is resting on a half finished song and beside it the inkpot is open as if ready for the eager writer to finish the piece. But decorating everything the silvery dust had settled and anyone could see that you have been gone for many hundreds of years.

I sit down and look at the rumpled bed and pillows where you slept and see your slippers laying together in the corner, you always were such a messy little boy. And I think of you.

Besides Celegorm none of my boys were very talkative, but for the huge expectation of my second son, of you Maglor. My sweet tempered minstrel, my little fussy bard.

You entered this world with the most outraged scream that I am sure everyone in Valinor heard. Finwe said he was sure that you would be singer someday, but you seemed determined not to fulfill this destiny. For from your birth you were silent to everyone, but me. You were silent until you reached your fifth Begetting Day, while this worried all the family I was never in doubt of your ability to communicate all your thoughts.

"Mtar! Mtar! Oh look at the pretty sky! And the birds! Pigeons! Pigeons! Pigeons!"

Your voice is so familiar that even now I feel as though I can hear you exclaiming over the grass of the color of a dragonfly's wings.

Dragonflies………

I still remember the day that Fingon told you that little brothers came from kissing frogs, and little sisters came from kissing pretty dragonflies. Since you were so fond of Artanis and Aredhel you were determined to have a little sister yourself. Maglor, you were then three, spent four or five days going after the pretty insects.

I can close my eyes and see the disappointment on your face when you had kissed the dragonflies only to have them spread their wings and fly away instead of transforming into the hoped for sister. Maglor my dear, you were very fond of your cousins Aredhel and Artanis and they spoiled you rotten!

And as I remember it they were the first to coax you to sing. Together they had spent the day singing a song about Tulkas and trying to have you join them, but you wouldn't. You simply refused to open your mouth. Finally they gave up and began to head toward their own homes, and this disappointed you so that before their gold and ebony braids disappeared you opened your mouth and sang a song of your own baby-making!

Ah, my Maglor, little bard your first song was of the beauty of darkness and light and how when they join they are the loveliness of twilight. So sweetly did you sing that all nature seemed to stand still and listen with bated breath.

This spread wide the flood gates and you began to write and sing all day long, now all the world could share in your beautiful thoughts. In a way I was sorry that my baby's thoughts were not mine alone anymore. I suppose it was selfish to think so, but I did. I shouldn't have worried though because you always spoke of your heart to me, through your mind to mine.

You delighted your father with your music, it was one of the few things that could pull him from the forge. Feanor was so proud of you, Maglor, and whenever he heard you praised he always bragged about how hard his son had worked. That was always important to your Atar, to be good at anything, to be talented in some area.

He never noticed the other things that you excelled in as well. He didn't see your gift of a slow temper and diplomatic heart, and that the Silmarils meant nothing to you.

But I did, and I love you for them.

It is this that makes me hope for your return above all the others. My heart can., at least rest with the thought that you with the thought that you will be a calming influence on your father and brothers.

And someday I know you will have your own little ones, perhaps even have that girl you always wanted so badly. I will watch for you my sweet minstrel and mayhap you will bring your brothers home with you.

Nerdanel, Wife of Feanor

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Author's Note: Unfortunately Maglor never returned to Valinor, nor did any of his brothers. While it is known that he raised the sons of Elwing for a time, they did leave him when they reached adulthood. However he is always remembered with love for the compassion that he showed on the children, and they did truly love him in return.

After the death of his older brother Maglor cast the last Silmaril into the depth of the sea, and there our knowledge of his fate ends. Although my dear friend Tolkien assures me that Maglor married, it is not know who this elleth was or if they had any children, but it is seemed that they did not.

The Mysterious

Jaffee Leeds