11. Last Chance
He watched from a distance in amazement as Galadriel moved from Celeborn's arms to join those already onboard the huge ship.
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More boarded, two mortals among them; the ramp was withdrawn and ropes loosened.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.
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More boarded, two mortals among them; the ramp was withdrawn and ropes loosened.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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