You promised—
He always liked to think that Earendil hated him. It made it easier, somehow. To push back the grief and the guilt and the filthiness that clung to his bones.
But his nephew was constantly in his presence, laughing and chattering like a little bird.
And Maeglin hated himself all the more for what he had done.
Day 4: Earendil & Maeglin for @nolofinweanweek
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