[ It sounds more like a curse than a benediction coming from the singer. Oh, Earendil knows who he is, has kept watch on those who touched the lives of his children, as a sort of penance over the millennium for not being able to be there in person.
He rises to his feet, light eyes locked on the older man, arms folding themselves loosely across his chest. ]
Hail, Maglor, Mighty in Song. [ Not so mighty in other ways. ] What do you want.
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He rises to his feet, light eyes locked on the older man, arms folding themselves loosely across his chest. ]
Hail, Maglor, Mighty in Song. [ Not so mighty in other ways. ] What do you want.