A Hundred Pieces of Colored Cloth

by ThurinRanger

100 little flash-fictions, each inspired by one of the prompts for the 100 drabble challenge. No warnings, unless indicated specifically for a certain drabble. On many of Tolkien's Middle Earth works, but mainly the Silmarillion. DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. Current chapter: Painting:In Tol Galen UPDATE: check me out at snottorsphloxDOTcom that's where I've been

19. I Am Still Here:On Maglor

I Am Still Here

I am still here.

I have lost almost everything, but I am still here, slowly being forgotten, fading away just as my names fades from the old history-books and my deeds are no longer told, my songs no longer sung.

But I am still here, and though I have lost almost everything, I have not lost my voice, and I have not lost my memory,

In a way, I want to leave the shore, but I just cannot pull myself away.

It is lonely on the desolate coasts, but there is nothing left for me in Middle Earth, and I am forbidden to return to Valinor.

But I would not want to leave, even if I could.

Because I lost the last Silmaril in the sea, and I will never stop regretting.

Those jewels have brought ruin upon me and all of Arda and Valinor as well, yet I still desire them.

I am still here, even though all have forgotten me, wandering the lonely shores and singing songs lamenting my losses and the losses of the world as I fade from memory.