Pain is a refrain so strong in him that Maglor almost didn't register the small imps and their catching hands. What are they to him now? Father's Silmaril is lost, cast to the sea, and Maedhros is... Maglor cries out and crumples to his knees, his hands burnt and bleeding, and his eyes are empty. Sooner rather than later, however, instinct forces him to his feet - where is he, and is he in danger? When he sees the creatures and shadows around him he chokes back a cry - is this the Everlasting Darkness then?

Turning, he flees.