"Exactly, so you had best hope he never hears you say that!"
Maglor would quibble that Feanor ran it past him, too, so it's at least partially his fault, but he suspects his father briefly ran it past all of his sons, although the final words were his and his alone.
"Better him than me." Maglor says fervently, and hopes this version of Erennion won't hate them forever for saddling him with the job. Then again, of all of the Noldor kings, he had lasted the longest, and done arguably the most good, so...
Their enemies are pressing closer now, and now, at last, Maglor begins to Sing, weaving their enemies sure defeat into tangling snares and blinding traps, even as he lunges forward, trusting his brother to be there.
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Maglor would quibble that Feanor ran it past him, too, so it's at least partially his fault, but he suspects his father briefly ran it past all of his sons, although the final words were his and his alone.
"Better him than me." Maglor says fervently, and hopes this version of Erennion won't hate them forever for saddling him with the job. Then again, of all of the Noldor kings, he had lasted the longest, and done arguably the most good, so...
Their enemies are pressing closer now, and now, at last, Maglor begins to Sing, weaving their enemies sure defeat into tangling snares and blinding traps, even as he lunges forward, trusting his brother to be there.