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Maedhros ran to the edge.
His hand burned.
There wouldn't be any coming back from what he had done, what he had led his brothers to. But it would never happen again.
At least the children didn't see any of it, he thought. I will never see my sons again, but at least I will not have to face them and endure their disappointment. When they sail, though I know they do not mean to yet, they will have their parents back, or my mother will take them in. She always wanted more grandchildren. So did Father.
Ammë, it is cruel of me, but I hope Eönwë lies to you about what happened to us in the end.
Distantly, he noticed that Maglor had run in the opposite direction, to the sea. Maybe he could convince the host of Valinor to take him back to trial. And perhaps cold water could ease the pain?
No, these burns were to the fëa as well. They had been judged, and found evil, and it was time to put an end to his wrongdoings.
Maedhros leapt.
Maedhros fell.
Maedhros sank.
The burning was everywhere, now. It was almost soothing.
And sweet unconsciousness took him.
