37. Dark Elf
Not for him the Halls of Bannoth. Even were he so inclined, the tale that had seen him cast off the heights of Gondolin was not yet fully told. He would wait, and perhaps his curse would run true, and he would be avenged.
Long he waited; long he watched. Finally, patience found reward, and he saw Maeglin cast down from the same rocky height that had been his own end. Suppressing an unexpected flash of anger that his son was slain by a mere Secondborn, he allowed himself the satisfaction of an "I told you so" as Maeglin died.
Originally written for Adonnen Estenniel's birthday - December 2011
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