Heya~ 'Supposed that I have to put some drabbles around Maglor, as I actually love that minstrel of Noldo. Criticism are greatly appreciated, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Silmarillion, only some of my OC that will appear some time later..

1. Time

Canafinwë Makalaurë looked out to the sea. Nay, he can't come back. He won't come back. It was the consequence after following his father, after all.

He won't be able to see his mother again.

All was lost, and he was alone. His brothers died, and he was the only one of the seven to survive. Nothing will wait for him on the other side of the sea anyway. What wait for him in the other side was a group angry people because of what he, his father, and his brothers had done. Kinslaying – one act of sin that was unforgivable – and a scar he had in his hand was a constant reminder to it.

The oath he and his brothers had committed does not hold either. One of the three Silmarils was sailing amongst the stars with Eärendil the Mariner, the other was within the fiery chasm along with his brother, and the last, he had casted it to the sea. Just like the prophecy of Mandos of the three jewels.

Out of all things, despite the sins he had made by his very own hands was that, he longed for everything to be once it was. His mother sculpts a statue of his brothers or of the Vala; Maitimo studying lore in the library; his father in the forge, creating jewelries for his grandfather – the king.

But it was only a memory.

He won't be able to go back into time – when it was peaceful and many had not known of war except for the Unbegotten. He won't be able to home – as he know, that during the time he had chosen to follow his father, his mother will be exiled as she was the wife of the elf who started the Kinslaying in Aman. And most of all – he was alone.

He then looked back to his audience; a small group of people he happened to stumble across, a village. Now the world has changed, nothing was the same as it used to be. Age of Humans, Age of Elves was no more. Alone as an elf in Middle-Earth, he started to play his harp and open his song with the great voice of his, retelling of a story long-forgotten.