“Hush, little one. No one will hurt you.”
But Elrond’s cries would not be stilled. Maglor sighed as he walked the hall, in front of the hearth, waiting for the child to calm.
He remembered the day that he had found them. This one had been in the back of the cave, curled up in a fetal position. Even now, shadows lingered in the child’s piercing gray eyes.
Maglor closed his eyes and laid the small head against his collarbone. “I am sorry.”
Perhaps it was fitting that the child could not accept the apology. Perhaps he would never understand.
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