Title: Like Puzzles
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Rating: K
Length: 254 words
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: N/A
Summary: Maglor had a hard time dealing with Amras after Amrod's death and Maedhros' capture.



“It’s like a puzzle.”

Maglor looked over at Amras. “What’s like a puzzle?”

“Us, our family. Except with Telvo and Maitimo dead, we’re a broken puzzle. You know, the ones that used to make Turukáno have a fit and toss all the pieces back into a box, because they frustrated him? I guess that makes us even more like one of those.” Amras frowned as he finished talking.

“Maitimo isn’t dead,” Maglor finally said.

“He should be.”

“Pityo!” Maglor yelled.

Neither noticed Curufin and Celegorm racing across camp at the yelling, or Caranthir shooing people away from the opening of the tent.

Amras kept rambling. “He should be. It’d be better for him. Morgoth is torturing him, and we’re here all alone and nobody is going to come help us now. We burned the ships, and everyone else isn’t stupid enough to come, and we can’t go rescue Maitimo. You said we didn’t have enough people to do that.”

“We might find people to help us one day, you know that. Other elves, or the second born that Grandfather used to tell us stories about how they would be born one day.”

“You’re a dreamer. Why would they help murderers who slew their own brother rescue another
brother? Maybe they’ll think that it’s better for him to be away from us, so that we can’t kill him too.” Amras laughed.

“You need sleep. Clearly, you’re tired and not sleeping clearly.”

“Or maybe you just don’t want to admit the truth,” Amras said, before leaving.