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    Spider had always been different from the other humans.

    Ever since Mo'at had first met the boy, who stood between Kiri and Lo'ak, clutching both of their hands in his much smaller ones with a shy smile on his face behind the clear glass of his mask, she had known this to be true.

    The scientists, even those with Dreamwalkers, forever had a lingering clumsiness when navigating Eywa'eveng. They lacked the balance and stamina needed to run along the large, winding branches that served as the forests' pathways, and they hadn't the strength required to climb the trees and vines that acted as ladders for the Na'vi.

    There was something about their spirits that felt...lacking. It did not make them any less of a people, nor did it mean they were not treasured friends and allies, but they always simply felt so...separate. Wooden beads amongst stone.

    Except for Spider.

    Or Spider was never kidnapped, but neither did he leave the clan alongside the Sully family. There's only one person who feels their absence as keenly as he does. This changes many things.

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    “I ever tell you ‘bout the time Mike jumped off this cliff to save me?”

    “What?” Steve breathes, his footsteps stopping short. Just out of arm’s reach.

    “It was that week Will was missing… Troy Walsh and James Dante came after us. Chased us through the woods. We’d just reached the quarry when Troy grabbed me and put a knife to my neck.”

    Behind him, Steve inhales sharply, but stays silent.

    “Said if Mike didn’t jump he’d cut me. And I begged him not to.”

    Dustin palms at his eyes, trying to stave off the tears that threaten to spill over like waterfalls into the drained quarry.

    “Asshole didn’t listen."

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    Elrond is invited to the court of Tirion, but all is not as it seems in the Fair City.

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    "Lullabies do not make kinslayers. This he knows. And yet, it never stops the worry from curdling in his chest, the only constant of all the cradles he has sung beside. For the tune endures after all, and nothing empty can truly endure: every vacant hroä holds a fragment of the fëa that once forsook it. Can a song be washed of meaning? Is tenderness immune to ideology? Groping about blindly in the dark of their dreams, Elrond had always worried that he was not watering the crops for his children to harvest, but salting the earth before the seeds could be planted."
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    At a parade celebrating the the founding of Imladris, Elrond spots an unforgettable face in the crowd, a face he’s not seen for millennia. To his delight and apprehension, it is indeed Maglor Fëanorian, who brings with him two things. First, a suspiciously tame monkey he insists isn’t a metaphor. Second, the groundshaking admission that Elwing and Eärendil’s sons were not named Elrond and Elros.

    Or, a love letter to Maglor, Elwing, and Elrond.

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    Slain you may be, and slain you shall be, they had been told — and slain they had been, all except Maedhros, who wondered sometimes if he would yet live to see the breaking of the world. Perhaps this was it. But it would be a slow death for Maglor, and an ugly one. He must have dealt many such deaths himself: the bodies had still been warm when they had left Sirion. Not all had been bodies, either. The justice of the Valar was very fitting, and very harsh.

    Some hours later — Maedhros was never good at keeping track of time, after long decades on Thangorodrim — there was a sound at the door. It was the children again, Elwing’s small sons.

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    Maglor, injured in a skirmish, is lying close to death. Maedhros is preparing to lose him. If only their little hostages would stop haunting his footsteps.

    Meanwhile, Elros and Elrond, still unused to life at Amon Ereb, try to come to terms with what Maglor means to them — and with the fact that Elrond might be able to heal him, if he tries.

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