[ Quietly then, he sings for her, and the story unfolds around them, the song sweeping her up into his hold, and this is the tale he tells:
There are two trees, living light, and a woeld that can only be described as paradise. There are three jewels, created by the crown prince of that land, that capture that light living within them. Evil covets the jewel, and the king is slain, the jewels taken, and the distrought prince swears a terrible oath,and all seven of his sons swear it too as their mother turns away and weeps. Evil has fled across the sea, so the prince goes to the swan havens, to ask for their ships...and they turn him away, for they fled the shadows of Middle-earth and do not wish to return. The prince kills them, and steals the ships.
(Maglor's wife comes from the Havens. In the chaos of battle, she dies on his sword, and his brothers have to drag him onto the ships)
There are more of them than ships, but rather than send the ships back, the prince burns them, and accidentally kills his youngest son. His half brother curses his name, but decides to take the rest of their people the long way round over the Grinding Ice - he will lose almost a quarter of them on the ice, and the survivors will never truly forgive the others.
The prince leads his sons against Evil but is slain. His eldest is taken captive but his dearest friend, who braved the ice, saves him. For a while...things look good. And then Evil breaks them. Time and again, they are thrown back, and every death is someone they cannot replace. Heroes and legends are written across centuries in blood and tears....and the jewels remain out of reach, and Evil unassailable.
A maiden dares the impossible for love and wins. A jewel lives in elven hands. The Oath wakes.
Twice more, the sons assail their own people for a jewel they do not want but are sworn to retrieve. In the end, it takes the Gods returning to overthrow Evil, and once again, the last two brothers kill their own, and steal the jewels.
But the jewels are holy, and they have stained their hands unjustly with kinsblood. They burn.
The eldest brother kills himself - unable to face their utter ruin. And Maglor...throws his into the sea ]
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There are two trees, living light, and a woeld that can only be described as paradise. There are three jewels, created by the crown prince of that land, that capture that light living within them. Evil covets the jewel, and the king is slain, the jewels taken, and the distrought prince swears a terrible oath,and all seven of his sons swear it too as their mother turns away and weeps. Evil has fled across the sea, so the prince goes to the swan havens, to ask for their ships...and they turn him away, for they fled the shadows of Middle-earth and do not wish to return. The prince kills them, and steals the ships.
(Maglor's wife comes from the Havens. In the chaos of battle, she dies on his sword, and his brothers have to drag him onto the ships)
There are more of them than ships, but rather than send the ships back, the prince burns them, and accidentally kills his youngest son. His half brother curses his name, but decides to take the rest of their people the long way round over the Grinding Ice - he will lose almost a quarter of them on the ice, and the survivors will never truly forgive the others.
The prince leads his sons against Evil but is slain. His eldest is taken captive but his dearest friend, who braved the ice, saves him. For a while...things look good. And then Evil breaks them. Time and again, they are thrown back, and every death is someone they cannot replace. Heroes and legends are written across centuries in blood and tears....and the jewels remain out of reach, and Evil unassailable.
A maiden dares the impossible for love and wins. A jewel lives in elven hands. The Oath wakes.
Twice more, the sons assail their own people for a jewel they do not want but are sworn to retrieve. In the end, it takes the Gods returning to overthrow Evil, and once again, the last two brothers kill their own, and steal the jewels.
But the jewels are holy, and they have stained their hands unjustly with kinsblood. They burn.
The eldest brother kills himself - unable to face their utter ruin. And Maglor...throws his into the sea ]