far from this accursed shore if you would allow me. Come with me to my hall and there you shall reside as my apprentice. I will teach you wisdom for your grief, hope for your suffering. Maglor, again will you learn love for that which your heart holds dear."
"I searched for the amaranth, Lady," he interrupted, voice quavering. Nienna simply raised a finger to his lips, silencing his protests.
"I would take it upon myself to guide you, teach you, present to you the way of gaining pleasure from your woeful life. You shall want nothing; your every desire will be yours to gain."
"O Lady, do not say such!" The elf broke hastily away from her feather-light touch, drawing into himself for a brief respite. Fear sparked new life within him and the crimes of his past nearly
overwhelmed him.
The Vala, fully aware of her indiscretion, again wept sorrowful tears at his reluctance to accept his family's fate.
"If only you could progress from your grief, Maglor," she murmured after a time, tears softened. "Heal yourself, I beg you. Long have you resided by the sea, yet it has not brought relief to your broken heart. I cannot help you unless you help yourself. I will return when you are able to fully comprehend the offer I have placed before you. Farewell, Maglor son of Feanor."
Nienna arose from the sand towards the far horizon, leaving as silently as she had arrived. He stood forsaken upon the lonely shore, gazing after her cloaked form until it melted against the skyline.
~ End Part One ~