"He wandered." Maglor says softly. "He kept himself away from all good folk lest his curse follow him. He went mad, they say, but he could never escape himself. So... one day he decided... that he would, at least, make sure no one ever forgot. So he started singing again - his grief, his regret, his loneliness, his pain. He sang them to the wind and the waves, and the fishermen heard him and carried his songs inland, and he knew that no one would ever forget. He wandered, and he came inland, seeking the family that he had left. He watched them and he sang for them, also, and did what he could to keep them safe from a distance. He knew... there was no forgiveness. But perhaps... he could keep them safe. And it would be enough, to know that somewhere, there were those who could still smile."