Departure

It was never enough, staring across the Sea. He had wandered long in self-exile, but the time had come to return, to face whatever judgement awaited him. He could not forever put it off. There would be no peace for him until he faced the wrath of those whom he had wronged.

His hands ached as he formed the wooden planks with which he built his small boat. The scars had never healed, would never cease to hurt. Maglor hung the sail and gathered what provisions he could, then pushed off from the shore.

It was time to return home.

Author's Note: This drabble is Silmarillion based. Maglor is one of the sons of Fëanor who wrongly took one of the Silmarils from Eonwë, herald of Manwë, thus burning his hands. He threw the Silmaril in the Sea where it yet remains. Maglor's fate is unknown.