[ Was there a conflict, he says Curufin rolls his eyes sarcastically ]
How did it not? [ Maglor answers softly ] They dared what no other had done, the princess and her vagabond lover, and walked through the very doors of the fortress of the Enemy, stole a Silmaril from his crown and escaped. They fought Carcharoth, the greatest wolf to ever live, and walked alive from the Halls of death. A son they had, Dior the Beautiful, and he refused to yield the jewel that his parents won to us, who were Oath-bound to retrieve it.
[ Softly, mournfully ] We killed him. Razed his kingdom to the ground. It cost me three of my brothers, and to no avail, for his daughter escaped with the gem. She married the only other peredhel - half-elven - Earendil the Mariner, and when we came for the jewel she fled, leaving her twin sons behind. The Silmaril opened the Straight Road west, and Earendil sails the skies now, a beacon of hope. His twin sons... we raised, Maedhros and I. Elrond became the grestest healer of Middle-earth, the Elf-Lord who might have been king. But his twin Elros chose as his great-grandmother did - to be mortal. Aragorn is his descendent, father to son.
[How could he know? He pales and scowls at the feed, silent for so long that it may seem like he isn't going to answer. In truth, the tale reminds him of the many things he has done - some far from black and white - as a Herald-Mage. He has taken lives too - sometimes viciously - in order to keep Valdemar safe.
Is it any different? His chest tightens and he suddenly feels all the scars that line his body. Wearing his Whites, many considered him a beauty - effeminate, perhaps - but powerful, strong and to those burdened with being attracted to him, enchanting. However, outside of his Whites, his body is lined with scars...burns...some so deep that it's a wonder he survived them.
And all of them are reminders that, in war, doing the right thing is sometimes a matter of opinion rather than fact.]
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How did it not? [ Maglor answers softly ] They dared what no other had done, the princess and her vagabond lover, and walked through the very doors of the fortress of the Enemy, stole a Silmaril from his crown and escaped. They fought Carcharoth, the greatest wolf to ever live, and walked alive from the Halls of death. A son they had, Dior the Beautiful, and he refused to yield the jewel that his parents won to us, who were Oath-bound to retrieve it.
[ Softly, mournfully ] We killed him. Razed his kingdom to the ground. It cost me three of my brothers, and to no avail, for his daughter escaped with the gem. She married the only other peredhel - half-elven - Earendil the Mariner, and when we came for the jewel she fled, leaving her twin sons behind. The Silmaril opened the Straight Road west, and Earendil sails the skies now, a beacon of hope. His twin sons... we raised, Maedhros and I. Elrond became the grestest healer of Middle-earth, the Elf-Lord who might have been king. But his twin Elros chose as his great-grandmother did - to be mortal. Aragorn is his descendent, father to son.
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Is it any different? His chest tightens and he suddenly feels all the scars that line his body. Wearing his Whites, many considered him a beauty - effeminate, perhaps - but powerful, strong and to those burdened with being attracted to him, enchanting. However, outside of his Whites, his body is lined with scars...burns...some so deep that it's a wonder he survived them.
And all of them are reminders that, in war, doing the right thing is sometimes a matter of opinion rather than fact.]
This is the source of your regrets, isn't it.
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[ So many lives murmurs Amras Beginning with mine ]