An Alternate Ending Of A Hero's Journey

The wind was a sharp whip, driving Maglor onward despite his aching feet. The sun was hidden somewhere behind gray clouds, like the day before and the day before that. It was not so terrible during the day, though. Night was worse. In the day, at least the sun could still light the ground before him, but at night, the moon and stars were swallowed up and he was forced to stumble through darkness. Eventually, it became too difficult to travel by night, and so Maglor confined his movements to the hours of the sun. At first, he worried he might be spotted, but Maglor saw no others. If any saw him, they must have thought little of the wanderer. He was unimpressive in dress, with only a plain tunic and tattered brown robe to cover him. They were stolen, but Maglor did not think their former owner lost much sleep over the fact. He had left his sword and remaining wealth, save a few coins, in the place of the clothes. Though that which was …show more content…
What little coin he had was needed for dried meats and water for the journey. And fresh garments, Maglor thought ruefully. He took a bite from the golden fish and moaned at the taste. For too long, he had sustained himself on overcooked or raw fish. No oil was found in sea caves. Mithlond grew overwhelming quickly. Nargothrond was the largest city he had stepped foot in, larger than even Tirion, but Mithlond seemed to dwarf the places of his memories. Perhaps it was to be expected of Gil-galad’s capital, or more likely, it was his own perception which faltered. Centuries had passed since Maglor last stepped in a city, decades since he last visited a town. The bright colors and sounds blurred his senses. “Watch where yer goin’,” a gruff voice complained after Maglor brushed against a stray shoulder. By the time he turned to apologize, he could no longer tell who he had