Quilt of Growth by AdmirableMonster

Maglor: Ash

takes place in my Cowboy AU

The mesa was charred from top to bottom; the lightning strike had done a lot more damage than one bolt by rights ought to have been able to.  Maglor tipped his hat up and rubbed the back of his neck.  “Gonna be a right mess to clear,” he opined.

“Mmmyep.”  Hal pulled a face.  “Least none of the folk died.”

“Yeah.”  Maglor gave him a sideways look and then sought his hand, which was not something he normally felt comfortable with.  Hal decided not to comment, in case it would make him self-conscious.  

“So,” he said, instead.  “Guess we’ll get some folk up later, start rebuilding?”

Maglor nodded.  “I’ll make sure Elrond gets somethin’ to eat,” he said thinly, and Hal didn’t comment on that either, but he smiled to himself.