The wind howled through Formenos. It curled itself around the towers, snatching at the banners, tugging Maglor’s hair in all directions.
The wind of Formenos was so different from the clamor of Tirion. Instead of the lilting voices of many people, it was only the hollow groaning of the wind. The wide sky seemed empty and lonely all around them.
Maglor could bear the cold silence no longer. He closed his eyes, laid down his harp, and began to sing with the wind itself, lending his voice to harmony with its moaning, and his soul to harmony with its emptiness.
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