*PREFACE: So I've never thought all that much before about either the Fëanorians or the Oarni (or mermaids in general), but recently I got to thinking about how I would write mermaids/merfolk in the Tolkien-verse, and decided Maglor would be the best candidate for that (shout out to LittleChesire51 for the inspiration - check out her AU fic on a Mer-world Doriath!)... First chapter's more of a prologue... also not sure about the title, I may change it if I think of a better one...
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Letting Go
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In that last moment he fell, overcome with a searing pain in his hand and a madness in his heart, from the precipice on which he stood over the crashing roar of angry waves. Into the void he went, and all was lost to hearing, and the gleaming gem which had left his grip disappeared into the darkness below. Then as sudden as his violent fall the madness had passed. He looked up and saw only blurred dispersions of light with no shape or form, quickly fading into a dim and distant glimmer like the memory of his wretched life. The piercing cold soothed his burning palm, but pained the rest of him, and soon the desire to breathe became a torment, as did the urge to push against the great weight of the water pressing down upon him and paddle furiously to the surface. But he fought the urge, and let himself drift slowly down. He was ready. Ready for it all to end. It was all he had wanted for a very long time. There in the silent frigid blackness he let the lonely depths consume him, pulling him toward whatever abyss that cursed jewel had gone, there to settle in his watery grave, hidden and forgotten, and rest at last. He opened his mouth, and breathed in.
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