4. Chapter 4
is not afraid of him. When she saw him a year prior, she twigged he was not
an ordinary human. Curiosity has got the better of her; also she is sorry for him. As she says, she takes in strays, and to her, Maglor is just that;
she does compare him to a lost dog after all. As for Maglor, he is lonely
and depressed, and as he says has fallen far in the world since the first
age. So he is happy that someone has taken time to show some concern for
him, it after all has been thousands of years since he has experienced
kindness, and he is thoroughly enjoying it!
Now for the story...
I put in an appearance just as Bronwyn is sliding a dish into her oven. She
looks in my direction, cued by her cat that I must be standing in the
'Well, now, that's what you look like all cleaned up', she says with a
cheeky grin on her face.
'Yes' I reply to her, at a loss for words.
She takes my dirty clothes, and wrinkles her nose, 'Think I'll put these in
the washer' she remarks.
She disappears for a minute or two. The cat, which has been staring at me,
approaches, purring, and rubbing itself around my legs. Intrigued, I sit
down, and look more closely at this little animal. The cat leaps straight
onto my lap and settles down, clearly expecting me to pat it, which I do,
and am rewarded by an increase in the purring.
'Made a friend I see' Bronwyn spoke from the other doorway.
'Yes, this animal seems to like me', I reply to her.
'Very unusual, she does not like strangers much', Bronwyn is staring at me
with a slightly puzzled look on her face.
'Most animals like Elves', I say
'Hhhmmmm, the mystery deepens' says Bronwyn.
'What do you mean', I ask her bewildered. What mystery I think.
'You, silly. You are very mysterious.' She says, the cheeky grin back on
her face. 'Of course, now you have to stay long enough for me to solve the
I do not answer her, pretending to be concentrating on the cat, which is
now playing with me, catching my hand between its paws, and leaping about.
Bronwyn watches for a few minutes, smiling. 'I'm going to have a shower,
and get the sand off me. I think you and Cherie can take care of each other
for a few minutes.' She vanishes, and then pops back into the room, 'Oh be
careful, Maglor, Cherie might start to play rough, and if she does you'll
loose a bit of blood, you see she doesn't understand that people bleed
easier than other cats,' She cautions me.
I thank her for her warning, and continue to play with the cat. It is
entertaining me so much I do not really care if it scratches me.
As I play with the cat I think back on the past. When I threw the Silmaril
into the Sea. Lord Ulmo, God of the Waters of the World, appeared to me.
Trembling with fear, I had bowed my head to his authority. Ulmo had laughed
at me fulfilling the prophecy that one Silmaril would grace the sky, one
would live in the fires deep inside the earth, and the third would swim in
the Sea forever.
Ulmo had then revealed a prophecy to me, about me. That not until I met a
woman who could help me understand forgiveness, until I had helped her with
her sorrow and loss, until I could truly love another and learn to love
myself again, I was doomed to wander the world alone and lonely.
I feel sorrow welling up in my heart; indeed these years have been long and
lonely. Ever had I searched for the woman in the prophecy, never had I
found her. I had always the thought she would be an Elf woman, but now I
doubted that, in fact I doubted the whole idea that I could be forgiven for
my rebellion, for the Oath, and for not fulfilling it.
But Bronwyn, she says I am a mystery, then what is she? I must stay if she
will let me, the slight chance that she is one I seek is too important to
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