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So powerful! With so much torment. Poor Maglor.

*In casting aside his pain, he cast aside his father, the murderer, the spark that ignited the terror. But when he cried out as he watched the Silmaril disappear in to the raging sea, he wished for his father beside him, brushing his hair back from his brow, binding his wounds with a smile and a kiss and a soft, gentle melody.*

Feanor really has a lot to answer for.

Thank you for sharing, Eris.