Bitter elf is bitter... and maybe being dragged to a game.

[makalaure]

[ The elf is hunched over, hands clenched tight and held close to his chest beneath a ragged cloak. He is almost hiding behind a curtain of tangled black hair and his silver eyes are wet with tears, but he still manages a steely gaze. ]

Why do you bother me? Why not leave me to mourn my family in peace?

I have fulfilled my father's Eru-damned oath, and those cursed jewels are out of everyone's reach now. What more do you want?

[ Maglor's mun just wants to send him to a game for fun... sadly, he's a little too upset by his canon point to see the upsides. Like getting medical attention for his burned hand or the very slim possibility of other people bringing in some of his brothers... ]

... I am done with games. With fulfilling others' promises and wills. Let me be.