Maglor returned to Annonnen with a long-lost spring returned to his step. The Silmarils he carried wrapped in his cloak; he did not wish to draw too much attention. As he walked through the Elves gathered in and around the fortress, he no longer kept his head down. Rather, his shoulders were thrown back confidently, and he smiled and nodded at anyone who met his gaze. He left a succession of puzzled faces in his wake, but he did not care about them. He was searching for one small figure. When he spied him sitting on the steps that led to the wall, he called, “Borlad!”
The boy looked up, and when Maglor got close he asked, “What has happened?”
Maglor smiled. “Up on the wall.”
Borlad nodded and scrambled to his feet. The ascended the stairs and found a spot where they would not be overheard. Borlad repeated his question.
Maglor leaned back on the battlements and said innocently, “I just wondered how your arm is healing.”
“My arm is fine! You know that! Now tell me what is happening!” laughed Borlad.
Grinning, Maglor gave in. “If you insist.” He delivered his news solemnly. “Ilúvatar spoke to me.”
Borlad’s eyes widened. “He did?”
Maglor nodded. “He healed my hand.” He held it out for Borlad to see. “He also told me to go to Valinor.”
“Why?” Maglor did not answer right away, for he was not sure if he should tell about the Silmarils; he had debated with himself about telling Borlad this much. Before he decided, however, Borlad guessed, “The Silmarils?”
Maglor shook his head. “You are too smart for your own good. Yes, the Silmarils.”
“May I see them?” Deciding it would not hurt, Maglor partially unwrapped them, revealing the radiant jewels to Borlad’s wondering gaze. “They are beautiful! With them the two trees can be relit?”
Maglor nodded. “You remember my stories.”
“Of course.” Borlad was silent for a few minutes before asking, “Will you come back?”
“Unless the Valar wish to punish me for my deeds.”
“It seems to me you have suffered enough.”
“They do not know me as you do.”
“You have also learned your lesson,” said Borlad, looking up at Maglor.
Maglor smiled. “Aye.”
“I will miss you.”
“And I you.” Maglor put an arm around Borlad’s shoulders as they began to walk back to the stairs.
“I asked some of the Elves about you,” Borlad said suddenly.
“You did?”
“They said you were once a great singer.”
“I was. It has been long now since I have sung; I have not had the heart for it.”
“Will you sing for me when you return?”
“Do you wish me to?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will.”