'Ye have spilled the blood of your kindred unrighteously and have stained the land of Aman. For blood ye shall render blood, and beyond Aman ye shall dwell in Death’s shadow.’
And you will weep
when you face the end alone
you are lost
you can never go home.
Fun fact: I included the image of the stormy sea (bottom left) because it’s my headcanon that Maglor drowns during the Sinking of Beleriand, rather than continuing to live and wander the shores of Middle-earth. You know it’s a great book when you would willfully choose to believe your favorite character dies an awful death because it’s somehow less painful than believing that he survives for the next several thousands of years, albeit in pain and regret.
Part [2/?] of the House of Finwë Edit Series - [part 1]
He was tall, and fair of face, and masterful, his eyes piercingly bright and his hair raven-dark; in the pursuit of all his purposes eager and steadfast. Few ever changed his courses by counsel, none by force. He became of all the Noldor, then or after, the most subtle in mind and the most skilled in hand.
She went then to the gardens of Lórien and lay down to sleep; but though she seemed to sleep, her spirit indeed departed from her body, and passed in silence to the halls of Mandos. The maidens of Estë tended the body of Míriel, and it remained unwithered; but she did not return. Then Finwë lived in sorrow; and he went often to the gardens of Lórien, and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names. But it was unavailing; and alone in all the Blessed Realm he was deprived of joy. After a while he went to Lórien no more.