Trinkets by Independence1776

Chapter 40

Written for Snowflake Challenge 2017 Day 12 and inspired by some meta about Elrond and Maglor I wrote for Day 8. Drabble-and-a-half, mildly AU, rated General.

“You heard that.”

Maglor stepped out of the shadow of the doorway into the Last Homely House. “How could I not?” He glanced at where the Company could hardly be seen in the trees across the Bruinen River. “It is sound advice.”

Elrond sighed. “Learned through lived experience. You are better now than you were after--”

“That is not a high wall to climb over.” Maglor absently rubbed his right palm, feeling the ridges of the scars underneath the wool knit glove. “Regardless, if you would have made them swear, I would not have spoken to you again.”

Elrond’s eyes glittered in the torchlight. “Yours is not the only oath on my mind. There are the Paths of the Dead.”

Maglor flinched. “You think Aragorn may have need of those oathbreakers?”

Elrond’s gaze moved to where his children stood huddled together at the far end of the courtyard. “I do.”