Makalaurë Kanafinwë

You always say that. [ But not the tearing grief it should be but quiet and empty resignation ] Every time. But you have to be, you know - twice now, I have had to watch you die. And every night you call to me, because I could not save you. And every morning you are still not here... there are only ashes.

[ But, despite the lack of heart, there is something in him that still cannot bear to watch his brother suffer - quiet and pale, a hand reaches to brush the surface of the locket ]

Does it move, little brother? Cold stone does not suit you. Tis always fire for us - push it away. Little one, are you there? Help him.

[ The little ainsel huffs indignantly, what is she supposed to do then? But obediently she brightens her glow, flying up as guide ]