Maglor was stared at this man with uncertainty. What he was saying he could..it...it was insanity. No one can do what he claimed. 

"Do you wish for proof then?" The man asked tilting his head to the side. "Hold out your hand then," 

Maglor hesitantly held up his hands and the man just waved his hand over the one wrapped in; bandages due to the burn it sustained from the silmarils. Maglor gasped a bit as he felt a surge through his body. His hand was no longer in pain he quickly unwrapped the bandages and gasped. His hand...it was not burnt. 

"How...who...what are you?" Maglor asked looking up at him. 

"I am just a traveler who has great power. Now I ask you again. Maglor second son of Feanor. Do you wish to try again? I can easily send you back to change your fate and the fates of your family. Did I heal your hand which was said to be unhealable? Or do you want me to prove more to you?" This traveler asked. 

"No...I think I believe you." He replied. "Yet, what's in it for you?" 

"Me? Oh. Nothing yet but if I do this for you. You will owe me a debt," The traveler said. "I think it's fair. I allow you to change your fate and make this just feel like a dream to you. No one else will remember any of it since it would never have happened." 

"Alright. Yet, what in of debt?" Maglor asked.

"Not sure." The traveler replied.  "Yet, do you want me to do this? You have nothing to lose now but do you not wish to have something to lose? Do you not want your family back? To make the oath never have happened?" 

"Yes... I do want that." Maglor replied softly. 

"So. Do we have a deal?" He asked.

Maglor thought and paced a bit. When he stopped and said, "Yes. We have a deal." 

"Very good. Now to make this deal solid make a small cut across your palm." He replied handing him a dagger. Maglor took the dagger and made the cut. The traveler then grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake. He took his dagger back and took a few paces back. 

"I wish you luck," The traveler said and snapped his fingers. Maglor felt the world spin and everything turned to white. 

~~~

Maglor sat up in bed with a gasp. He blinked in the bright light of the sun from the window. He quickly ran to that window and opened it. He stepped back and gasped. He was truly back in Valinor. He stepped back and fell back onto his bed. He was back. Yet, was everything that happened just a dream or did that man actually send him back. In truth, he did not care which one it was. He was back home. He had a chance to stop the horrors from happening. 

"Hey! Maglor! Get up? Are you going to stay in bed all day!?" He heard Caranthir ask from outside his bedroom door. He walked to it and when he opened it he could not help but hug his brother very tightly. 

Caranthir just looked at him like he was a nut. "Are you okay?" Caranthir asked raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah. Sorry," Maglor replied and stood back. Caranthir gave him a long look but ended up shrugging and said, "Breakfast is downstairs if you want it." 

Maglor nodded and watched him walk back down the hall. It seemed that he was back ages before they took the oath. Yet, when he says ages he means Caranthir was just past his elfling years. He then looked down on his hand and noticed a thin scar line from where he used the dagger to make a cut in his hand. So...what happened was not a dream but just as he thought before. It was a chance. 

~~~

The traveler stood a distance from the house of Feanor. A smile playing across his face. "Now then. Let's see how he changes this story." He said and with that he vanished.