[ Soft, soft, sad and clear and hopeful all at once, there's a voice he knows very well, winding through the air, asking a question without answers
where are my brothers, are they well? do they have rest now?
On the river's edge sits Maglor, watching the sprites play beneath. He does not dare go so far as the sea, but water still calls him, so the river it is, until the weather warms and he can venture further ]
AND THEN I REMEMBER YOU POPPED HIM HERE TOO so hi yes tags you twice
where are my brothers, are they well?
do they have rest now?
On the river's edge sits Maglor, watching the sprites play beneath. He does not dare go so far as the sea, but water still calls him, so the river it is, until the weather warms and he can venture further ]