#a snippet from a magluth wip I’ve been throwing around for a long time

[fistfuloflightning]

“That’s why they’re after you? Because you threatened someone?”

Maglor’s lips curled briefly at her words. “Of course it’s that, and not the simple fact that I’m a contract killer.”

The dingy kitchen was still. It wasn’t like she hadn’t known—they’d first met when she’d seen him try to kill a man in a back alley. But it was something else for him to say it so bluntly. “Who did you kill?” Luthien asked haltingly.

The look in his pale eyes was distant, like he wasn’t even seeing her. And that frightened her more than the expression he’d worn at the hospital, because that meant he wasn’t even…present. “Does it matter? They were still people.”

A horrible thought came to her and her fingers grew white-knuckled around her now cold mug. “…And the boys?” Eru, she prayed Elros and Elrond were separate from their father’s work. But her meager hope was shattered at Maglor’s next words.

“They know. They’ve seen worse.”

She stared at him. “…What?” she breathed.