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[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

Maglor was sitting at the bar.

He war drinking Michelob beer from a bottle, and eating his third fishburger. No, really - even human junk food tasted excellent in this place.

There was a small white rat watching him eat, not greedy for food, but on the contrary proud that the elf liked it, and poised to bring him more.

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[nerdanel_the_wise]

She kisses his cheek again.

"Yes," she whispers. "You can truly come home without any fear..."

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

"I never thought I would," Maglor said, in a very small voice.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel hugs him as tightly against her as she can, belly preventing a true body embrace.

"But you can. You really can."

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

"All down to my old friend Gorlim getting at the Lord of Mandos, I supppose," he murmured. "Why else would he have taken Sooty to Aman? Why else would he have thought he'd want your help? Why else, then, would he have done for you what he did?"

[nerdanel_the_wise]

"He has tamed the Vala," she whispers. "Changed him. It is both frightening and reassuring."

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

"So we now have, by inference, our own tame Vala, who will set things right for us that have been wrong for aeons - that is slightly frightening," Maglor admitted. "But I am starting to trust this streak of good luck, and don't expet that any morning will kick me back to that horrid roadside diner, and my vagrant life."