The Silmarils he and Maglor had finally succeeded in stealing have been lost.
And Maglor still breathes.
He wanders aimlessly for some time before he's found unconscious by fishermen. Found, and brought to the new kingdom called Numenor, ruled by one Elros Tar-Minyatur, who is well known to welcome all Light races, but with special care for elves and men.
He stays unconscious or senseless throughout the journey, much to the worry of his bearers but it's obvious to them he yet lives. They call for a stretcher and healers once they dock, and he's whisked off to be worked on while the king is informed of the strange elf the fisherfolk had found.
His hands also concern them. One is badly burnt- to the bone- and the other bears rough calluses and a few blisters. The rest of him isn't unscathed, there are various small wounds scattered all over his body. Careless living.
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The Silmarils he and Maglor had finally succeeded in stealing have been lost.
And Maglor still breathes.
He wanders aimlessly for some time before he's found unconscious by fishermen. Found, and brought to the new kingdom called Numenor, ruled by one Elros Tar-Minyatur, who is well known to welcome all Light races, but with special care for elves and men.
He stays unconscious or senseless throughout the journey, much to the worry of his bearers but it's obvious to them he yet lives. They call for a stretcher and healers once they dock, and he's whisked off to be worked on while the king is informed of the strange elf the fisherfolk had found.
His hands also concern them. One is badly burnt- to the bone- and the other bears rough calluses and a few blisters. The rest of him isn't unscathed, there are various small wounds scattered all over his body. Careless living.