11. Last Chance
Even she was going home?
His eyes widened even further to see Elrond - tall, elegant, so very weary - follow her. He looked around, puzzled. Now he remembered; Elros was long gone.
More boarded, two mortals among them; the ramp was withdrawn and ropes loosened. Still the ship remained, as if expecting one more latecomer. And on the shore, a silver-bearded Elf turned in his direction, waiting.
Maglor turned and walked away. He knew he didn't deserve forgiveness.
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