Written for B2MEB, Day 1, I18 Sons of Feanor – Maglor the Mighty; Landscape - hill; Life Events – Old Age; Beasts - hawk
Sometimes, the hardest battle that one can fight is against oneself. I firmly believe that Maglor was one of, if not the, mightest of his brothers in willpower and determination. It takes massive courage, I think, to live with the types of things that Maglor saw in the first age, and keep both your sanity and at least part of your pride.
I'm not sure how well I did at conveying it in the story, but in the end, Maglor's worst enemy (and the only one mighty enough to kill him) was himself and the fact that he had lived so long. But at the same time, mighty is not invincible...and my brain loves killing people off.
(Somewhat hesitant to post this, I'm not entirely happy with it, but at the same time, it's possible my favorite one so far out of all the fics I've started today...I'm just not sure how I feel about it.)\
Edit: Oh yeah, this [link]
is a hawk screaming. And the inspiration for this fic.