"Mother... foresaw their death." He says hollowly, as the images flicker to elegant white ships with swanhead prows consumed by fire. One twin is being held down by Maglor and his brothers, screaming as he tries to reach the ships. Only one. Another flicker and the image shifts again, Maglor dressed in blood-drenched armour, weeping over the body of one of the twins, an arrow through his throat.
"She hoped... that if Father chose one, she might have saved the other, at the least."
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"Mother... foresaw their death." He says hollowly, as the images flicker to elegant white ships with swanhead prows consumed by fire. One twin is being held down by Maglor and his brothers, screaming as he tries to reach the ships. Only one. Another flicker and the image shifts again, Maglor dressed in blood-drenched armour, weeping over the body of one of the twins, an arrow through his throat.
"She hoped... that if Father chose one, she might have saved the other, at the least."
He shifts to hug Duo.
"Oh Duo... I hope not."