Then you are already wiser than many who have sought immortality unwisely in my time. [ Maglor smiles a little ]

Aye. [ He murmurs ] It would tolerate the touch of nothing impure without seeking to destroy it.

[ He shrugs ]

I threw it away. [ His voice drops to the sing-song cadence of a song, or a poem, or ... a lament ] I could not bear its touch and so I cast it away, and yet still, it calls to me. Ah! My father, my brothers, I have failed thee! Have I condemned thee to the Dark?