CREON. Why did you try to bury your brother?
ANTIGONE. I owed it to him.
CREON. I had forbidden it.
ANTIGONE. I owed it to him. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest. If my brother were alive, and he came home weary after a long day's hunting, I should kneel down and unlace his boots. I should fetch him food and drink, I should see that his bed was ready for him. Polynices is home from the hunt. I owe it to him to unlock the house of the dead in which my father and mother are waiting to welcome him. Polynices has earned his rest.
CREON. Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it.
ANTIGONE. He was my brother.
– "ANTIGONE", jean anouilh, trans. lewis galantière.
-> Both the Maedhros/Maglor of this, and the way it parallels the Fëanor/Fingolfin of it, too. He was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. There is no grave, nothing left behind, and then how could either Maglor or Fingolfin ever leave any of it truly behind. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest, and then, so does Maglor. Like! Okay!!