Silence
(Maglor)
"We discovered only the bodies of his men. Maedhros could not be found. I am sorry."
Maglor swallowed hard and reached for his harp. Its rich, wooden firmness in his hands was a solace, and the thin strings called to him, begging him to draw music from them. But his mind was full of confusion and grief and fear. How could it be? How could he be gone?
"Maedhros could not be found. I am sorry…"
The harp fell from Maglor's limp hands and clattered to the floor. He could not play. The music was gone.
There was only silence.
Thank you to all my reviewers! I apologize if the format is overdone... frankly, I've never read a cycle that told the story from each son's perspective, but I could have just missed it. I appreciate constructive criticism! And my favorite drabble out of the seven is still to come, so don't lose hope. -Ithiliel