#macalaure

[doodle-pops]

Seconds Chances Are Worth Living For

Maglor x human!reader

Request: Hi can I request an fic (or onehsot) where a human finds Maglor wondering the beach where he threw the silmaril and they help him? - anon

Warnings: human!reader, light angst with happy ending/comfort, depressed and gloomy Maglor

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Nobody ever said second chances in life were easy, nor were changes necessary to bring them.

“Will you not come with me?”

His heart twisted painfully; your words lingered in the air like an unwelcome odour he desperately wished to dispel. Too often had these haunting words surfaced in his mind during the agonizing days of solitude. Too many times, he found himself yearning for them to materialize into reality, yet he remained resolute in his pride, steadfast against the prospect of accepting forgiveness. Deep within, he longed for the warmth of a fireplace, enclosed by walls of solace and finality—enough respite from the harshness of the ocean waves and the mournful cries of seagulls.

His posture, detached upon the rugged rocks, nearly melding into the static structure, remained unmoved. On the contrary, you stood unwavering before him, your gaze fixed upon his threadbare form draped in the remnants of shame and despair. It was a clash between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and you were determined not to be the one to yield. Whether it was destiny or the cosmic alignment that led you to his desolate presence on the shores of Forlindon, you were resolved not to depart without pulling him away.

Defiance surged through your veins as you continued to face his statuesque figure, yet you restrained yourself from encroaching upon his personal space.

“If you stay another hour, you may succumb to fatal illness,” you pleaded, voice above a whisper. A strong gust of wind roamed the shores, prompting you to curl your cloak around your shoulders tightly to your body. There was a faint chattering of your teeth as you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Please, there is a cabin not too far away from these shores. The least you can do is come with me for something warm to eat and drink, perhaps a warmer change of apparel?”

Maglor’s gaze stretched into the distance, fixed upon the horizon, while his fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if caressing an unseen harp. Murmuring unfamiliar words, too delicate for mortal ears to grasp, his lament echoed the sorrows of a bygone era when the world was in its infancy. This was the poignant scene that unfolded before you: Maglor, singing with a voice textured like sandpaper, tears encrusting his eyelids, lips weathered and parted, fingers weaving through the invisible threads of melody, and eyes reflecting a profound abyss of desolation.

In a single glance, your heart welled with empathy, and tears threatened to spill from your lashes. In a burst of compassion, you implored and beseeched him to find solace within the confines of your cabin, offering a glimmer of hope to bring an end to his eternal torment.

“Please,” –you stepped closer, dwarfed by his largeness despite his malnourished physique– “I’m not asking you to stay forever if that is what you believe I seek. I only wish to help you—”

“Why?” He spoke or rather, croaked!

“Well…” you fumbled, stunned at his ability to communicate after minutes of attempting to capture his attention. “Because it is the right thing to do.”

“Why?”

Flapping your lips like a fish and furrowing your brows to mimic confusion, you stammered, “W-Well, I mean—You shouldn’t be alone out here in the element…suffering. You deserve a warm bed and comfort.”

“Why?” You never imagined that reaching out to aid a person would become so difficult. Indeed he was proving to be an unmovable object, but you were willing to be that unstoppable force who spoke wisdom into him.

For a fleeting moment, your gaze descended from his lean countenance to the weathered rock upon which he perched, his nimble fingers still weaving through the breeze in search of a haunting melody. A serene ambiance enveloped both of you, juxtaposed against the impending unease hanging in the air. The turbulent seas clashed vehemently against the headlands and platforms, while the sky hinted at an impending tempest, prompting you to ponder earnestly on what he sought from you amid the impending cataclysm.

Rubbing your cheek to battle against the frost nipping at your skin, you pinched your lips, then scratched your head as though an oncoming headache was surfacing. “Because I want to help you and I believe you are in need of help. My mortal compass would not rest well knowing that I left someone out in the element to suffer when I could relieve some of it.”

“And…what if you are…” He never finished his words for his throat seized up on him, but they lingered in the air ringing obviousness to what he was conveying.

“Wrong? Then I will learn a life lesson to not trust strangers who are on the brink of death.” Releasing a chuckle as you crinkled your nose, you looked at him once more. “I rather spend my time helping someone in need of it instead of having restless days and nights knowing I left you to suffer. If I am wrong…—everyone suffers differently, the good, the bad and the indifferent. What matters is that I helped; what you choose to do after is your choice and path.”

For the first time since your encounter, his lacklustre gaze fixed upon your earthly form, shrouded in ebony. His eyes meticulously studied every nuance of your being, from the strands of your hair down to the contour of your chin, even discerning the intricacies of your skin that radiated vitality. It was a quality of his that had languished in purgatory for countless eons. Compelling his lips to part, his pallid complexion yielded, producing droplets of moisture that emerged, imparting a semblance of colour to his wistful countenance. “But…am stran…ger.”

Resisting the urge to physically shake him by his shoulder before being beyond complex, you huffed and widened your eyes, tears threatening to spill as your emotions swallowed you. “Yes, yes! I know you are a stranger! You could be a sea creature too for all I know, who crawled out the depths of the ocean to lament his sufferings to the surface world! But none of that matters because I know a suffering person when I see one because I too… Please, let me help you. Don’t…give up without trying. Let me help...”

Maglor drew in a slow, measured breath before exhaling. It felt as though some divine intervention, dispatched by the Valar to alleviate his torment, had arrived in the form of your unwavering determination. Perhaps the burden of his endless years wandering the shores had become too much for even the Valar to bear, prompting their counsel for his return. Alternatively, this could be yet another vivid dream, a product of years spent attempting to conjure solace. Regardless, it all seemed serendipitous.

Though he longed to inquire about his fate should he accept, the strength to articulate a single syllable eluded him. As his eyes locked onto yours in search of sincerity, he grappled with the duality of seeking both truth and deceit, yearning for the former.

Setting aside his infamous pride, swallowing it like a scalding-hot, white rod, a new chapter unfolded. The courage amassed since ancient days returned, instilling confidence in his actions. However, the lack of physical strength betrayed him, causing his legs to give way, sending him tumbling into the damp sand. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to weep at the transformation he had undergone and the shame he carried. Your arms delicately extended, encircling his waist, as he clung to your figure. From a once-great prince to a desolate wanderer in need of mortal compassion, Maglor held onto you as you struggled to lift him onto his feet, leaning his weakened body against yours.

“All is fine, I have you. Just walk with me, small steps and we shall get there safely and securely,” you softly reassured as you carried him towards a new beginning.

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[a-happy-artist]

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[feanors-silmarils]

** ~ Maglor and Melino ~ **

- Maglor Feanorian and Melino Arafinwion, of music and angels; A kinslayer and an unwanted son of a lord and Uinen

#tolkien #silmarillion #tolkien oc #silmarillion oc #maglor #melino #arafinwion #feanorian #tolkien edit #silmarillion edit #kanafinwe #makalaure #macalaure #silm #the silm #the silmarillion #finarfin #arafinwe #uinen

[cellarr-doorr]

Maglor the Minstrel. What’s in his hand?

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[lovefairymina]

Maglor, I’m so jealous of your hands, they’re large and your fingers are long, so they can play instruments beautifully (and hold mine), but mine are small and my fingers are short! I can barely reach an octave on the piano!

“Well, I am jealous of your fingers, for they are adorable and perfect just the way they are. I wish my hands were like yours so that we can match with hand sizes,” he replied, the corners of his lips were upturned while his eyes shimmered as he held up your hands to his face. “See? They're perfect!”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {maglor} #maglor x you #maglor x y/n #maglor imagine #maglor #macalaure #makalaure #makalaurë #house of feanor #feanorians #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

[strelkovski]

Kids

#art #digital art #illustration #fanart #artists on tumblr #The Silmarillion #silmarillion art #jrr tolkien #elves #noldor #feanorions #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #maitimo #russandol #nelyafinwe #canafinwe #macalaure #turcafinwe #tyelkormo

[yuviur]

Everything we have done... was for naught. And now it’s too late.

@feanorianweek day 2

#feanorianweek #maglor #macalaure #silmarillion #tolkien #my art #this was so so hard to color and I'm still not sure what I think about it. oh well #obviously inspired by the iconic cover by Alan Lee

[sexiestfinweanpoll]

#round 2 #sexyelfpolls #maedhros #maitimo #maglor #macalaure #silmarillion

[atholet-an-cuin]

Maedhros, Macalarue, Celegorm, Carantir, Curufin, Ambarussa💗

As I see them, make in picrew.

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[twink-with-an-agenda]

Still very much Not Normal about the Silmarillion (and Maglor)

#its been a while but!!! silm art #back on my feanorian bs... sigh #silmarillion #silm #tolkien #maglor #kanafinwe #macalaure #my art #makalaure

[herrgoth-art]

Loneliness

#maglor #macalaure #silmarillion #aesthetic #collage #tolkien

[tengwar]

@feanorianweek Day 2: Maglor

It is said that he could paralyze his opponents with song, leaving them helpless as he washes his blade in their blood

#.art #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm art #maglor #macalaure #feanorians #tolkien

[silm-lore]

Maglor playing the lyre (during Maedhros’s captivity as he is crowned, and only a king and crown prince wore crowns)

Maglor was born in Valinor to Fëanor and Nerdanel, the second of their seven sons. He had the gentle temperament of his mother, and was a great poet and minstrel. He was greatly loyal to his father, brothers and Oath, but the battling and kinslaying were against his nature and he grew heartsick.

Fëanor was a good father, so when Morgoth stole the Silmarils Maglor and his brothers leapt to the the unbreakable Oath of Fëanor. Maglor participated in the first kinslaying and helped burn the ships at Losgar. Despite his gentle nature, he was a skilled swordsman and formidable on the battlefield of Dagor-Nuin-Giliath, where Fëanor died. When Maedhros was captured he refused to give up his fight even to save his brother, and lead the Ñoldor. When Fingon rescued Maedhros and he gave up the throne, Maglor helped Maedhros relocate their angry and rash brothers to Himring. Maedhros ruled this realm from the March of Maedhros and Maglor ruled from Maglors Gap with his cavalry, he and his brother created a barrier between their people and Angband. When Morgoth broke the Siege, the dragon Glaurung destroyed Maglors Gap and so he fled to Himring to Maedhros. Maglor joined the Union of Maedhros and in Nírnaeth Arnoediad he killed the traitor Ulfang’s son Uldor. After Dagor Bragollach the brothers lived in the wilderness. The Sons attacked Doriath for Lúthiens Silmaril, but Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin were slain in the second kinslaying and they didn’t retrieve the Silmaril. When they learned Elwing brought the gem to Sirion they attacked in the third kinslaying. Elwing escaped with the Silmaril and Amrod and Amras were killed. Filled with remorse and heartsick from the Oath. Maglor found Elros and Elrond, and he and Maedhros took them in, raising them as their own. “And love grew between them.” After the War of Wrath Maglor and Maedhros stole the Silmarils from the Valar, but the holy gems burned their hands for all their evil deeds. Maedhros threw himself into a fiery chasm with his. Maglor threw his Silmaril into the sea, and wandered the shore singing laments for all the evil the Oath of Fëanor drove them to do.

Father name: Kanofinwë, meaning “Strong Voiced Finwë (Káno)

Mother name: Macalaurë, meaning “Gold Cleaver” (the power of his voice)

Maglor is Sindarin for Macalaurë

Sons of Fëanor

Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod & Amras

Foster father to Elros and Elrond.

Born: 1252 YT

Fate unknown after 587 FA when he cast the Silmaril into the sea and began wandering the shores of Arda, singing laments.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Why did Maglor choose the shores of Arda?

Headcanon time and it’s Maglor my loves – Maglor is said to wandering over the shores of Arda until the ends of time singing his sorrows. Why do you think he chose the shores of all places? – He could have wandered the forests or among the mountains.

Personally – I think he chose the shores because of his mother, Nerdanel and to be closer to her. Tolkien said before ”In her youth she loved to wander far from the dwellings of the Noldor, either beside the long shores of the Sea or in the hills; and thus she and Feanor had met and were companions in many journeys” (Morgoth’s Ring) – I like to think Maglor was definitely closer to Nerdanel than any of his other brothers – because they shared the same temperament.

She definitely told him – about her long walk among the shores and they probably went for walks there too. Maybe – while himself and his brothers were trying to gain Feanor’s approval – Maglor also wanted his mother’s approval too, he valued both their approvals equally.

He chose the shores of Arda because it reminded of his mother and how they would walk side by side. He misses Nerdanel but feels too guilty and unworthy of his mother’s love and forgiveness – because in the end he chose to follow and value his father’s approval over hers – it wasn’t equal anymore. The shores of Arda is the closest possible be can be to Nerdanel, that’s why he chose it.

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[sunincubeart]

"I didn't want to separate them and brought them all together"

© Namo

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[lovefairymina]

Maglor, were you and your brothers ever disappointed that you never got a sister?

“......perhaps, maybe,” he laughed. “Having a sister would have been lovely; another female in the house apart from ammë to bond with. Though, I suspect she would have been driven insane with the noise.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {maglor} #maglor x you #maglor x y/n #maglor imagine #maglor #macalaure #makalaure #house of feanor #silm imagines #middle earth imagine