"The stories are likely more factual than not. I was cruel and ruthless. I loved my brothers, but I used them as pawns to gain the jewels. Nothing else mattered to me until the Havens of Sirion." his eyes were unfocused as he relived the memory of finding the two small Elflings amongst the fire and wreckage, "Maglor and I changed that day, though we continued our father's quest. I believe we both wanted to be rid of it."

Seeing Elrond and Elros grow had reminded him of how much he and his brothers had missed out on - and all for what? Some jewels? What did it matter if they shone brighter than the stars?

"By the time we seized a pair of the Silmaril, we had fouled our fëas so thoroughly that they rejected us outright." his lips curled bitterly, "I thought the one I held would burn straight through my hand. A madness overtook me, then, and I fled from my brother. I threw myself into a fiery chasm with the jewel in hand, thinking to destroy it and myself."