Survivors by StarSpray  

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Maglor followed the winds and the tides and the flocks of seagulls, his feet eventually carrying him north up the coast of Eriador, past the rolling hills of Lindon, past fishing villages and farmsteads, for no reason except that he wanted to feel the bite of the northern wind that tasted of rain under steel-grey clouds.

Eventually he looked up and his breath caught, as he glimpsed through the mists an island, a familiar hill dragged across the miles by the breaking and sinking of Beleriand, close enough now to reach from the coast of what had once been Thargelion.

In spite of everything, the walls of Himring still stood.