#'forgotten harper singer doomed. who young when laurelin yet bloomed'

[ardafanonarch]

Hello! Is there basis for Maglor wielding twin blades or is this fanon?

Maglor Dual-Wielding

There is not!

There is some justification for assuming, however, that he was an especially dextrous elf.

The published Silmarillion does not mention what instrument he played, but elsewhere* we learn that he was a harper. The Lay of Leithian Recommenced makes special note of his (and Daeron's) dexterity:

No other player has there been, no other lips of fingers seen so skilled, 'tis said in elven-lore: save Maglor, son of Fëanor, forgotten harper, singer doomed, who, young when Laurelin yet bloomed, to endless lamentation passed and in the tombless sea was cast. Canto III Continued, lines 45-52

For creators concerned with historical realism, I recommend doing some research on the practicality of dual-wielding in mass combat situations. My cursory research suggests there is a good amount of evidence from different periods and cultures of dual-wield training but not a lot for it being used in actual combat. A major issue with it is lack of adequate defense (e.g., a shield).

But, you know, if anyone could do it, why not one of the Aman-boosted Elves of the First Age?

*Besides the quoted passage, in Lay of Leithian, line 506; and Shibboleth of Fëanor, 'The names of the sons of Fëanor with the legend of the fate of Amrod'.

#maglor #warfare #lay of leithian #anon

[arofili]

@funwithfanon fest | favorite fanons | maglor is lindir

No other player has there been, no other lips or fingers seen so skilled, 'tis said in elven-lore, save Maglor son of Fëanor, forgotten harper, singer doomed, who young when Laurelin yet bloomed to endless lamentation passed and in the tombless sea was cast.

#funwithfanon #maglor #lindir #maglindir #my edit #tefain nin #silm #silmarillion

[elvesofnoldor]

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#yolanda talks #im away from home atm and the biggest mood rn is that i wish i brought lay of beleriand with me #bc i wanna read it so SO MUCH right now smh i assume there was a pdf of the book in its entirety online #cause it was published forever ago. but no. only lay of leithian is online. #just read a passage abt maglor and uh gosh i love it i wanna read the lays #NOW! #'no other player has there been. no other lips or fingers seen. so skilled tis' said in elven lore. save maglor son of feanor' #'forgotten harper singer doomed. who young when laurelin yet bloomed' #'to endless lamentation passed. and in the tombless sea was cast' #AA AH A HA HSDF HS DF > 1 1 DFJjd fjksd ???!!! #idk whats with me i dont even like lays. who likes epic narrative poems? they r just ok. #tfw when the end of each verses rhyme. my brain produces serotonin #also....passages abt maglor.....ummmmmmm yes #i can never decide if maglor is called the mighty singer cause he writes rly good songs or if hes just sing good #turns out hes called that cause he sings good. plays good too. very good. the best. like i expected #get a bit worried there cause i thought at the end of the passage its implied he drowned at sea? #like i was like did jirt intend for maglor to drown at sea in one of his first drafts? but no. i think he was described to be #'casting' his lamentations to the sea #i didnt bring it along cause the lays are tolkien's first draft. he was calling noldorin elves 'gnomes' in the poems #and i was like 'eh i dont need to read first drafts materials' but u know what actually i do #tbh the passage abt maglor is from...lay of leithian? so maybe i will just read that lay in its entirety maybe theres something abt mae too

[margareit]

@oneringnet’s follower celebration -> maglor for @jane-ways;

“ No other player has there been,

no other lips or fingers seen

so skilled, 'tis said in elven-lore,

save Maelor son of Fëanor,

forgotten harper, singer doomed,

who young when Laurelin yet bloomed

to endless lamentation passed

and in the tombless sea was cast. ”

#maglor #the silmarillion #silm edit #middle earth #middle earth edit #oneringnet #my edits

[daywillcomeagain]

how do you think maedhros and berlin would get along?

I think they would get along very well but kind of strangely.

They’re both very old and very scarred and very sad. Neither of them have many peers, and they’re both isolating themselves from those they do have because, well, “I’m traumatized because, among other things, I killed a bunch of innocent people” isn’t exactly the kind of thing you complain about to your victims. I think that they get together and talk about war and walking into refugee camps to slaughter families and smelling the flesh of your siblings like cooked meat on the air. And sometimes when they are both very, very drunk, they talk about the men they love. About fighting with them, side by side, back when they were young and laughing and in love with bravery, with the idea of war. About what it was like, to lose them. About oaths and ships and what it is to burn. They both know war, and know it too well.

(Sometimes, Berlin will ask about Beleriand. Worse, sometimes he’ll ask about Númenórë. About Atalantë. He will quote the Lay of Leithian–forgotten harper, singer doomed,/who young when Laurelin yet bloomed/to endless lamentation passed/and in the tombless sea was cast–and ask where Maglor is, and Maedhros will have to restrain himself from throwing his glass at Berlin’s eye.)

(He is very far away, on a tiny island off the coast of a different island, when he makes an oath. Maedhros hears it anyway, and he remembers, and he is not quite too world-weary to be afraid)

#i love making content that only three people in the whole world will appreciate #i tried to write something for this like ten times but i had to just write a synopsis in the end #bc i couldn't do them justice enough to be happy with it #anyway! anyway. #consumptive-sphinx #the fair and mighty city #my writing

[cycas]

A snippet where Maglor and Elrohir have breakfast in Aman.

“In Westron the verse goes; Forgotten harper, singer doomed, who young when Laurelin yet bloomed, to endless lamentation passed, and in the tombless sea was cast,” Maglor supplied helpfully.  “The last two phrases contradict one another, which bothers me.  And for that matter, if there is one thing I am not, it is a forgotten harper. My deeds are a matter of song until the end of Arda... though I could wish they were better deeds.  And better songs! But Bilbo says he felt at the time that the last line helped the whole thing scan, and to be fair to him, translating verse is always difficult.  Modern Westron is not a language I know very well, so perhaps I’m missing a nuance.”

Elrohir scrunched up his face in amusement and shook his head.

“Or perhaps not, then!  I suppose it doesn’t matter all that much since, thanks to your father, I’m now on the other side of the tombless sea and have more or less given up on lamentation.  That would be the same lamentation of which not even an echo was supposed to pass the mountains to trouble the ears of the Valar in their joy, by the way.  I  admit I was delighted to discover that particular ruling had been so spectacularly unsuccessful.”

Elrohir made a face that was half surprise and half amusement, and very much like Elrond. “You feel that the Valar should be troubled by your lamentation?”

“Well, I am a singer.  It seemed particularly pointed to be not just exiled but unheard as well. And I am not so fond of the Valar that I wish to spare their ears.  But if Mandos was wrong about that, then I can hope he was wrong about the rest of it too.  To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well he said, and yet, I feel that I have just made two perfectly adequate cups of tea. Thank you!”  he added, accepting a generous plate of mushrooms on bread and presenting Elrohir with tea in return.

Elrohir sampled the tea and nodded. “It doesn’t seem to have any particularly evil end to it,” he said solemnly. “Though I suppose I could still drop it on my toe, or something.”

“Better drink it and find out,” Maglor suggested. “I can always return to endless lamentation if you do. Though I’m still not sure it really counts as endless if I stop and start.”

“The First Age is more than long enough to seem an endless time ago to Men and Hobbits,” Elrohir pointed out smiling. He sipped his tea. 

“I suppose so.  But I feel endless should be endless,” Maglor said.  “You can’t doom someone to endless lamentation and throw them in the sea.”  He took a mouthful of mushrooms. They were very good. Elrohir could cook.

#maglor #elrohir #fic #In this series breakfast always means mushrooms #poor bilbo #translating verse IS difficult!

[m-der-teufel]

'No other player has there been, no other lips or fingers seen so skilled, 'tis said in elven-lore, save Maelor* son of Fëanor, forgotten harper, singer doomed, who young when Laurelin yet bloomed to endless lamentation passed and in the tombless sea was cast.' (The Lay of Leithian)

Photographer: Sennar

#cosplay #Maglor #the silmarillion #feanorians #lotr #personal

[dickbosman]

In later days, when Morgoth fled from wrath and raised once more his head and Iron Crown, his mighty seat beneath the smoking mountain's feet founded and fortified anew, then slowly dread and darkness grew : the shadow of the North that all the folk of Earth would hold in thrall . The Lords of Men to knee he brings , the kingdoms of the Exiled Kings assails with ever-mounting war : in their last havens by the shore they dwell , or strongholds walled with fear defend upon his borders drear , till each one falls . Yet reign there still in Doriath beyond his will the Grey King and immortal Queen. No evil in their realm is seen ; no power their might can yet surpass : there is still laughter and green grass , there leaves are lit by the white sun, and many marvels are begun. There went now in the Guarded Realm beneath the beech, beneath the elm, there lightfoot ran now on the green the daughter of the king and queen : of Arda's eldest children born in beauty of their elven-morn and only child ordained by birth to walk in raiment of the Earth from Those descended who began before the world of Elf and Man. Beyond the bounds of Arda far still shone the legions , star on star, memorials of their labour long , achievement of Vision and of Song ; and beneath their ancient light on Earth below the cloudless night, music in Doriath awoke , and there beneath the branching oak , or seated on the beech-leaves brown, Daeron the dark with ferny crown played on his pipes with elvish art unbearable by mortal heart . No other player has there been , no other lips or fingers seen so skilled , ' tis said in Elven-lore , save Maelor son of Fëanor, forgotten harper , singer doomed , who young when Laurelin yet bloomed to endless lamentation passed and in the tombless sea was cast. But Daeron in his heart's delight yet lived and played by starlit night, until one summer-eve befell , as still the elven harpers tell. Then merrily his piping trilled ; the grass was soft , the wind was stilled , the twilight lingered faint and cool in shadow-shapes upon the pool beneath the boughs of sleeping trees standing silent. About their knees a mist of hemlocks glimmered pale, and ghostly moths on lace-wings frail went to and fro . Beside the mere quickening, rippling, rising clear the piping called. Then forth she came , as sheer and sudden as a flame of peerless white the shadows cleaving, her maiden-bower on white feet leaving; and as when summer stars arise radiant into darkened skies, her living light on all was cast in fleeting silver as she passed . There now she stepped with elven pace , bending and swaying in her grace , as half-reluctant ; then began to dance , to dance : in mazes ran bewildering, and a mist of white was wreathed about her whirling flight Wind-ripples on water flashed , and trembling leaf and flower were plashed with diamond-dews , as ever fleet and fleeter went her wingéd feet . -----The lays of Beleriand. ...Art by Rhads