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Near midnight July 28 | Voice | Private

[avisionofwar]

Brother! I... brother...

... I've met, at last, with the Seelie commander who holds the Silmaril. We've arranged... [ His voice seems so small, uncertain, thin as a thread. He hasn't stammered so much since he was a child. ]

...arranged... an exchange. She'll deliver the Silmaril to you. And our oath again, I hope, will quiet. Guard it well from all that comes! The courts, the war... from everything.

Near midnight July 28 | Action with Will

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor has been in the Seelie castle with Will, hunting for the Silmaril, praying desperately that he finds it before it is too late. Between Clara, Will's skills and Maglor's own abilities they have passed unseen and unnoted, but even the Oath can only drive Maglor so long without rest, when he is already worn to the very edges of his endurance. And their search has been hopeless so far, the only thing of worth is Maglor's little ainsel fairy who found them in the search and has refused to be sent away again (she indicates that she left the note but recieved no reply from the Seelie monarchs, and the fury that Maglor holds against Morla widens to encompass Solais as well). When the message comes Maglor is outside the walls, in as safe a place as they might find, and he goes pale, reading easily between the lines the things Celegorm does not say.

No ]

Will! [ the call is soft but urgent ] Come here - we are out of time - we need to get back to the army lines now.