Have finished last night's fic.

But I broke it up a little more than I meant to- it ran on a little longer than I thought. Three parts, not two.

Evidence
Part 2 of 3

It was not a name of any of the Edain, the brothers knew that. Nor was it any name of Bór's people, the Easterlings. Beyond that, they knew precious little of the names and ways of Men; and so all they did, really, was look at each other and silently mouth, "'Vimes'?"

"Evening." The Man tipped his helmet back a bit farther in a desultory imitation of a gesture of respect. "Interrupting, am I?"

( 'Yes,' said Eönwë, his tone clipped, curt. )

And here's the end of it.

Evidence
Part 3 of 3

"What became of the Jewels after none may say; for though they went beyond the World indeed, they ceased not, but went on. Neither Manwë, nor Mandos, nor any other of the Valar knows what may have befallen the two Silmarils since that time; but they are not destroyed, for such would have been known. Indeed, it is said that they will not return to Arda until all the world be broken and remade at the word of Iluvatar.

"Maedhros and Maglor the sons of Fëanör yielded themselves then unto Eönwë, that they might be brought before the Valar for judgment. But it was said, on their return into the West, that the judgment had been removed from the hands of Manwë and might not be pronounced by any save Iluvatar himself. They abide yet in that Realm, though separate from all the Kindreds of the Eldar, awaiting the day of their doom.

( As for the Man, Vimes. . . )