Maglor
The setting sun painted a red wash over the turf. Sirion was closer now, and the palisade encircling the town rose up before them like a row of dragon's teeth. Maglor let out a sigh. "It's been a long day."
Maedhros smiled slightly and nudged Maglor with his elbow. "Do you think so?"
Maglor's shoulders relaxed a little.
Maedhros muttered to him as they grew closer to the shattered gate at the edge of Sirion, "I'll admit, I'm relieved you were the one that found me. Where are Amrod and Amras?"
Maglor felt everything drop away for a moment. Of course, there was that. He picked his way through the next sentence carefully, as if one misplaced word could fall and shatter what remained of Maglor's world into brittle shards. "I should have told you sooner."
Next to him, Maedhros stilled, though his horse kept moving. His head stayed stiffly facing forward, and Maglor could hear Maedhros' slow, deliberate breaths.
Regret prickled through Maglor's skin. It was as if all day today, he had been running just barely behind where he should have been. Where had he been at that moment, he wondered, when his soldiers had breached Earendil's house and found Elwing's boys alone without the protection of their mother? He had likely just finished up with Rhochanar, and sent him off to search the houses. He had been looking down upon Elros and Elrond when Amrod fell. And later, galloping over the seagrass even as Maedhros watched Elwing fall back into the churn of the waters.
Even now, all occasions inform against me.
Maglor shut his eyes as their horses trotted up to the entrance. "I'm sorry, Maedhros. So much has happened."
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Author's notes:
Quote from "Hamlet", Act IV, Scene IV.
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