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Okay, if you live anywhere in the US Midwest, especially around Chicagoland, please don't even think about snow. Whatever you get we get eventually. And it's sunny, fifty degrees, and there's narry a snow drift in sight.

So please, please no more smow, okay?

Silm Fic: The End of All Things

Title: The End of All Things
Characters: Maglor, Maedhros
Word Count: 884
Challenge: BMEM2011, Day 2
Rating: General
Beta: just_ann_now

Summary: "Of the enslaving at Alqualondë more is told in that lament which is named Noldolantë, the Fall of the Noldor, that Maglor made ere he was lost." ("Of the Flight of the Noldor," the Silmarillion)

( Maglor looked up at the gloomy shadow in his tent's opening. )