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Prompt: Narnia/Silmarillion, Susan/Maglor, unexpected solace
He'd wondered many times over if he was going mad (if he'd already gone mad, and was yet unaware), wandering the western shores as the shape of the world changed, and changed again, until the memory of Valinor seemed a dream (and his father, and brothers - surely he'd had brothers once, and children, two little boys whose images fill him with unaccountable guilt) and there is nothing left but for the songs in his heart, and the burn in his hand.
The gem is the one thing he never forgets; the way it blazed in his hand, pulsing with life and glory and the eternal, everything he'd lost the right to deserve.
When she comes to him, and lays her hands on his brow, and whispers words in his ear in a tongue he does not know, he sees the gem's echoes in her, and feels the clear chill of sanity break over him once more, and knows his long solitude is ended; maybe, he thinks, it is possible to be absolved after all.