He watched from a distance in amazement as Galadriel moved from Celeborn's arms to join those already onboard the huge ship.
Even she was going home?
His eyes widened even further to see Elrond - tall, elegant, so very weary - follow her. He looked around, puzzled. Now he remembered; Elros was long gone.
More boarded, two mortals among them; the ramp was withdrawn and ropes loosened. Still the ship remained, as if expecting one more latecomer. And on the shore, a silver-bearded Elf turned in his direction, waiting.
Maglor turned and walked away. He knew he didn't deserve forgiveness.