All That the Waves Did Not Claim by Isilme_among_the_stars  

Sand

Elros's departure draws nearer and Maglor is not quite ready to bid him farewell.

Like fine sand you slip through my fingers, grain by precious grain, in an endless cascade toward No More Time.

You spill headlong onto ground I cannot walk on, fly upon winds that will never catch in my sails. In truth I see the wonder you scatter all about and know I must let you go.

I have no right to grasp you, keep you for myself. I never did. But you piled high trust and time into my hands and, oh, each mote is a diamond! Let me keep a little, be it only dust clinging to my fingertips.