Arise, my son: be thou restored.

…would be alright.

Maglor breathed: the largest breath he had ever taken to his memory. Ai, and this was the deepest sleep he thought he had ever experienced, and that was saying much, given he had never slept much in recent time. When he did, it tormented him with dreams.

He detected nothing at first, still in that place between waking and sleep. Touch was the first thing: he was covered by something soft and light, and beneath him was also soft, but not a mattress.

Hearing came next…

"Olórin, Olórin! He is waking up finally! Olórin!"

'Olórin is in Valinor…He cannot be here, on the shores of the eastern land.' Maglor mused.

There was a lot of rustling of plants, and someone running across the grass. It took a couple of moments as Maglor strained his eyes to open.

He beheld an ent-wife looking at him from above, and the face on the tree that was the ent was smiling.

Maglor sat up straight at the sight, and the ent-wife hummed-chuckled. The elf tried to rack his brain together, but he could not help but stare at the tree.

His attention drifted to the person who came in front of him: the being with the silver hair and the cloud-colored skin.

Olórin.

The Maia smiled at the elf.

Maglor opened and closed his mouth. Something…the memory, it was right there, within reach!

"Be still, Macalaurë." Olórin said softly. He took the Noldo by the wrist and helped him to stand.

Maglor felt strong…he felt stronger and more assured in his posture than he had for a long time. It was something he had not bothered thinking about for a while actually. He did not even notice that he was left standing tall and straight without any help.

The elf saw a small pond nearby and he walked to it and fell to his knees. When he looked into the pool, he saw himself: whole, strong, young. Alive. He wore nothing but a simple robe. He patted himself down and looked at his hands. They were smooth and without callous like they have never seen a day of hard labor.

Then, it all came back to him, and his star-lit eyes glistened with humble tears. He bowed himself down to the earth and wept.

Olórin and the other, Aiwendil, who came to get him, came to the elf and laid one hand comfortingly on each shoulder.

"But…" Maglor said confused, looking to the Maiar, "I deserve none of this…I never had the chance to…"

"No one can come back to the top after even one mistake, Macalaurë." Olórin said softly again. No accusing, no hate, no anger…just factual.

"Why, then? I have slighted against you all. I am no better than my father."

Aiwendil and Olórin looked at each other, then back at the elf.

"Because," The servant of Manwë said as he pulled Maglor to his feet again, "The All-father loves you, and would do anything to have you returned to him and to the untainted lines in the Song."

Maglor looked unsure and he hugged himself.

"Do not fear, child. You sought out the forgiveness that was offered to you: offered to all who seek it out, and believed in it."

"But I will fall again…"

"While the world lasts Morgoth's taint will still be in it and will affect all who are in it. But it is your duty, if you make a serious slight, to beseech forgiveness once more and to move on, striving to not make the same mistake again in the future." Olórin lifted the elf's chin up, "If you know you did wrong, do not try and drown it. It will eat away at you forever."

Maglor knew the consequences too well. He pressed his lips into a thin line, and looked about. By long memory he knew he was in Lórien, "What…do I do now? What should I do?"

"Let yourself have peace for a while, Maglor, but you should seek out your family."

Maglor bowed his head to the Maiar.

Olorin stepped back, "Go now."

The elf hesitated for a moment, but he looked to a path that led away from the glade and he walked. He was afraid, but he would try all his hardest to live the way he should have lived. He was not going to be a nomad anymore…he would be evidence of mercy and grace to the Higher's glory.

He walked for some time, he did not know how long. The tall trees loomed overhead, and the Noldo looked up, giving thanks repeatedly many times in his head.

"Macalaurë!"

His eyes turned to the one…ones, who called his name, and his heart lifted. The red heads, the freckled faces, the silver eyes…

"Ambarussa." He whispered.

The twins ran to him, and when they landed into their older brother Maglor almost fell over. He wrapped his arms around them, shocked, disbelief, but overwhelming joy was on him. He pulled them back to look at their faces. They were crying silently.

"You came back." They said simultaneously.

"You are alive." Maglor said brokenly and pulled them back close to him, pressing his face into the top of their heads. Oh, the memory of their deaths: Amras' especially, was horribly vivid. But they were alive. Alive…they were whole…Could that mean more?

He looked up and beheld his mother. Nerdanel had aged: not too much, but she had changed. She smiled softly at her second son.

Maglor tore himself gently away from the twins (his twins…his brothers), but they reattached themselves a moment later and they walked. The second son knelt down and bowed his head when he approached his mother.

"Stand up." Nerdanel ordered gently.

Maglor did so.

The old widowed elf-maid looked him up and down, sighing, "Well…that is three out of eight of my men returned."

Maglor could not help but look ashamed.

He was surprised when his mother suddenly embraced him like the Ambarussa: like she would never let go.

"But you were the one I had my hopes on." Nerdanel said tearfully, "I always knew you had the most sense…I missed you so, my son."

"I missed you as well, Ammë…" Maglor whispered.

Twins, mother, and returned second son hugged each other. Smothered each other…

Everything was right in their world at that moment. A joyous moment, and others unseen rejoiced with them.

'Thank you, All-father.' Maglor thought in his heart.

Now, he could truly start his life.

This was the beginning…

A/N Well, here comes the end of this tale, after one year. Thank you very much everyone for following and favoriting, and especially the ones who reviewed.

I have had recent struggles recently, but with God's grace and strength, one can overcome all of it. For others: I hope you may have learned something from reading this, inspired perhaps, but if not: still, may life treat you well. :)