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doodle-pops · 2 months

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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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thescrapwitch · 1 month

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Tidbit Tuesday

Thank you for the tag @thelordofgifs! Right now I'm focused on trying to get my Feanorian Week fics all done on time. However, a sudden snowstorm on the first day of spring (ah the joys of living in Canada) and a lovely comment reminded me how much I love writing Silm-fics with horror elements. So have a little sneak peak of a dark fairytale-ish one-shot my brain's been cooking:

At night, Maglor tossed and turned.

Listen, it whispered. Can you hear me dreaming beneath you? My lips kiss the bottom of your feet. My mouth aches to taste your flesh. My teeth are waiting for you. Listen, oh singer of the shining lands, sweet voiced prince with bloody hands. I am hungry, so hungry. You of all others here know what it is like to be possessed by hunger. Will you feed me? Will you give me what I want?

Maglor sat up, sweating, shivering from a fear he could not name. He pressed his hands against his ears. The whispers in his dreams did not fade upon waking. They continued to mutter, to claw at him. Hungry, hungry, I am so hungry.

He reached out. He needed to feel the soft breathing of the twins, to know that both Elros and Elrond were safe.

No one else was in the bed with him.

Tagging: @dreamingthroughthenoise @lordgrimwing @echo-bleu @sallysavestheday @camille-lachenille @leucisticpuffin and whoever else wants to join in! No pressure, of course :)

#thank you again for the tag #what is it about the silmarillion that makes me want to write horror?#and put Maglor in like 90% of those horror scenarios?#this was NOT my genre of choice before this fandom but my brain has a new obsession I guess #maglor #my writing #silmarillion

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meadowlarkx · 10 months

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Maedhros/Maglor and 26?

26. ...as an apology

Ensconced by the bookcase, Makalaurë strummed a minor chord. The strings shimmered in the shadowy corner, releasing a sound like a sorrowful sigh—like snowfall—like the rustle of leaves in a withering tree. His black curls, disheveled as the robe he wore, blended seamlessly into the shade. Maitimo reflected rather ironically that his little brother had found the only darkened corner in Fëanor’s house: the study where Maitimo spent the fifth day of each week.

The flowing music faltered, and an audible sniffle could be heard.

Maitimo raised his gaze from the tract he was reading for next morning’s lessons and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

The harp was as big as Makalaurë was, but he had managed to haul it across the courtyard and up the stairs. His head was bowed in sorrow near the harp’s shoulder, and with his robe askew he resembled a crumpled bloom or perhaps a slug on a leaf. Still his weeping tugged at Maitimo’s heart.

“Makalaurë…” he began.

“Cease your interrupting,” Makalaurë sniffed. “I am composing.”

Here? Maitimo bit that back.

He returned his attention to the book. His tutor had been explaining some key points of Tirion’s history…

“You would not understand,” Makalaurë sighed. “There are times one must give voice to the emotion that lies in one’s heart, or resign oneself to Mandos’ halls with Grandmother.”

“Is this about what I said earlier?”

“No.”

Makalaurë went on playing. The melody now filled the room, one solitary, desolate note at a time. He started to hum in his beautiful voice, and lyrics threatened upon the horizon.

At the desk, Maitimo exhaled slowly. He hated when Makalaurë was angry with him. He was his favorite, dearest and brightest companion, and Maitimo could not bear to see him unhappy. He was also the most insufferable person in the world. He was very lucky, Maitimo thought, that Maitimo’s tutor had explained the concept of a tactical concession: and that he had Maitimo, who was older and smarter and reasonable in every way.

He closed the book and steeled himself. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Makalaurë cut off the music with a jarring motion of his hands; the strings twanged unpleasantly. “Whatever for?”

Determined, Maitimo rose and went to the shady corner with the bookcases. “I am sorry,” he said carefully (if tersely), “that I said Tyelko was better company than you.”

“Oh, it matters not!! You were simply expressing what you truly felt. You should always be honest and speak plainly. I am not upset at all.” His voice wavered.

Maitimo could not conceal the sigh at this.

Makalaurë wiped away tears and snot with the back of one hand. “You don’t really wish to speak to me,” he pronounced.

Maitimo grabbed the dampened hand. “I’m truly sorry.”

Makalaurë looked hopeful, but quickly disguised it, closing his traitorous eyes to become the picture of noble woe. “Empty words; you are merely appeasing me—"

“I am not. Do I spend all my days with Tyelko? I did not mean it, and I should not have said it. I’m sorry, Káno.”

Makalaurë peeked at him. “Are you?” he allowed.

“Yes.” Maitimo kissed his dark hair, and then his brow, and then his cheek. And lo, victory! everything was well again.

Maglor did not go to Maedhros, at first, when the news came of his return. He shied away from his presence like a shadow skitters from the light. Of course, his excuse was setting things in order in the Mithrim camp before departing for Fingolfin’s tents, but he lingered longer than he needed to—partly because he could imagine how the Mithrim camp might look to Maedhros, and that was humble, poorly-fortified, and rustic, despite the progress he had made in thirty years ruling there. The day drew on and at last, he could not resist the impulse to know, and see.

When Fingon showed him to Maedhros’ bedside, Maglor understood that Maedhros would not be surveying the Mithrim camp a while yet, nor anything else. His brother was asleep amid the furs, so still that Maglor first feared he was dead in truth. His right arm was bandaged and bloody, and his body scarred and windburned and starved. His eyes moved beneath his pale eyelids, as though chasing out some evil, and his breathing beat weakly. Weak himself, Maglor watched and made himself learn every detail, every wound and scar. Fingon, with a sympathetic look that was entirely unwarranted, showed him a chair and some poultices and left them alone.

He did not take the chair, but knelt by Maedhros’ bedside as he had done at his brother’s coronation. His mind refused to understand that Maedhros really lived and might yet wake. What he understood thoroughly was that Maedhros had suffered. It was one thing to know it, to imagine it every sleepless night and every moment his gaze drew towards the dark fortress of those mountains—to think of it each time he told his council there could be no attempt at rescue. It was another to see it.

When Maedhros woke, Maglor knew he would not want his apologies, or his company. He would do better to give them now.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Nelyo, my love, I am so sorry.”

The words felt blasphemous in the chill air: a presumption, however quiet. He kissed Maedhros’ mouth and felt the warmth that still pulsed in his brother, and hoped that somehow, it would carry them all through whatever came next.

#this got away from me.... i couldn't pick which to write so i wrote both! i hope you like it anon!#maglor #maedhros #maemag #maemags #silmarillion #silmarillion fic #my fic #kiss meme #anonymous #maedhros x maglor #maglor x maedhros #discussed the first scenario with multiple ppl ik by this point bc it entertains me so. glad to have a version of it floating about!

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Archon’s handmaiden

(This was pretty easy to make and I hope its funny enought)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings; None really. You kill orcs with an electric booba sword.

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You have faithfully served your lady for many years. She had cared for you and trained you for any possible outcome life may throw at you, but you were not prepared to travel to another world by mistake.

You were investigating a mysterious portal with the traveler and lady Ei. No one knew what was on the other side, so you volunteered to go first. It was a foolish decision because the portal had shut down, and you got trapped in this unknown world.

It was overwhelming and frightening because you sensed and saw nothing with your elemental vision. Everything made no sense to you. There were dangerous creatures, so you were more than happy that you had your sword and vision.

These creatures were horrid-looking and violent. You have never seen anything like them before. They didn't possess elemental abilities like hilichurls, so they were easy to deal with, but more always came after next.

You have wandered for a long time and slowly lost hope. Your yukata your lady had gifted you were also getting tattered and dirty. You thought you would never find a way back home or find civilization.

Luckily, you got finally found by people who called themselves elves. They were kind enough to take you in but, unfortunately, took your sword away for safety reasons. They did return it after concluding you were not a threat.

The feanorians, or the seven sons of Feanor, were an interesting bunch. Maedhros was the most reasonable one. Maglor was friendly and curious about the way you dressed. You two conversed about your culture quite a lot, and you learned quite a lot about the elves from him. You enjoy listening to his music. Celegorm and Curufin were a peculiar pair but quite obnoxious. Caranthir frightened you the most, and then there was Amrod and Amras, the twin brothers.

They kept an eye on you because they were suspicious of you. You dressed and talked differently and shared similarities with the people they called Easterlings.

They were curious about you, especially about your peculiar-looking jewelry with the purple gem. You told them it was a vision, and it granted you the power to control lightning and thunder. They didn't exactly believe you. You could have demonstrated, but you chose not to because you were worried about how they would have reacted.

Curufin was curious about your sword, and you allowed him to inspect it. It was a gift from Inazuma's talented smith, and it had served you well during your lifetime.

He was impressed by the design but ridiculed that you shouldn't have such a weapon. You were a human woman, a mere servant to your lady. You didn't look exactly; strong or someone who could fight.

You told them you have fought alongside your lady, the Raiden shogun. You were one of her close confidants and her handmaiden, so she deemed it necessary; that you knew how to fight. She also taught you how to use electro when you earned your vision as an orphaned child.

They didn't believe your claims because how could a peaceful human lady as you could fight in battles. You didn't look strong or someone inclined to fight. You were harmless, like a bunny in a meadow.

You would feel disappointed and annoyed. You might look harmless, but that doesn't mean you are. Judging a book by its cover is the worst mistake anyone could make.

You are a pacifist and wish nothing but peace in life, but you can go on the violent route just as easily as your lady once commenced the vision hunt degree.

Sometimes later, the feanorians were preparing for a battle against the forces of Morgoth. You wished to assist, so you joined the rear guard to defend the injured and the healers.

The feanorians wouldn't have let you join the battle for being a weak human, so you dressed up in their armor and helmet, so they didn't know you were there.

The battle wasn't going great. The feanorian's forces got overrun by the massive numbers of the orcs. You tried to help out as much as you could, but you were struggling to spare elemental energy.

You try to spare it as much as you can so you can use most of it in critical moments, or at least to summon the electro sword if the situation got desperate.

The situation became more critical, and the brother's forces got overrun, and Amrod was about to get killed. His brothers were too far away to reach him, so only you could save him on time.

In a flash and fast as lighting, you blocked the attack. Amrod was shocked, and you quickly pushed him away from harm. You killed the beast but unfortunately ran out of elemental energy. The sky turned grey, and you could feel electricity restoring your powers. It was like your archon lady Ei had to heed your desperation, and your vision shone brighter than ever.

You only saw orcs around you, so you finally decided to summon the electro sword. Your lady had gifted you with a medallion; that allowed you to manifest your power into a sword. It was similar to her weapon, and you pulled it out of your chest.

The sky would thunder with fury, and you slashed your enemies with The eye of stormy judgment.

The orcs were decimated by your strike. They began running away in fright after witnessing your power. You didn't stop there and began slashing them down. The battle would be quickly over, and the elves just watched in stunned silence as you took down their enemy.

The feanorians were especially standing there, shocked and unsure what to do, but they now believed you.

Maedhros

-He will be the most shocked out of the seven. He will require an explanation from you, especially how you pulled a sword out of your chest.

-You would explain your medallion, and he would understand pretty quickly and shake his head because he thought you pulled it out; you know where. He would feel ashamed of himself.

-He will now believe everything you say and is curious about your homeland and how visions worked.

Maglor

-He will be pretty shocked too and bombard you with questions.

-After that, he would be pretty fascinated by your electro powers, and you sometimes show him a few tricks or two.

-He would be inspired to write a few songs about you describing your power and might and the beauty of thunder. You probably earned the nickname Strom maiden from him.

Celegorm

-Boob sword, and he would say it out loud.

-He would ask you if you just stored a fricking sword between your boobs. You would try to explain it, and he still wouldn't get it.

-He would become even more obnoxious company and sometimes cross your personal bubble, so you zap him to tell him to back off. Maedhros told you not to zap Celegorm too much, or he turn dumber than he already is.

Caranthir

-He was one of the ones who didn't believe your story or that you could fight.

-When he saw you pull a sword out of your chest, his brain would break down and try to comprehend what the hell he just watched.

-Couldn't understand and be, like never fucking mind.

Curufin

-Speechless, just utterly speechless.

Amrod and Amras

-Amrod was grateful to be saved, and now he and his brother think you're the coolest human ever.

#silmarillion x reader #maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #celegorm x reader #caranthir x reader #curufin x reader #amrod x reader #amras x reader #feanorians x reader #raiden shogun #baal #genshin impact #ei #electro vision #feanorians headcanons #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion scenario

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arlenianchronicles · 8 months

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"Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come.”

I was inspired to draw this when Clamavi de Profundis released their cover of the Oath of Elendil, but then I just left it to gather dust in my folders for months loll As messy as it is, I’ve decided to post it anyway because I really do like it (though I wish I had the energy to clean it up more).

Anyways, for context, it’s yet another scenario with Maglor and Tar-Minyatur! Maglor was wandering around the beach, only for Elros to sneak up on him and bring him back to Numenor. As for how Maglor was caught off-guard, I imagine Elros used a trading ship that Maglor was tracking in the hopes of doing some trade with humans, and he didn’t expect Elros to be there.

Then again, I think it’d be funnier if Elros appeared out of nowhere in his fancy king’s ship, and Maglor just stood on the beach staring at him like a dumb crab XDD

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instantdinosaurtidalwave · 3 months

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desperately want to write a LotR fic wherein someone somehow gets their hands on a Silmaril, very much does not want to keep the Silmaril, and goes out of their way to find Maglor and throw it at him like a hackysack. If set in First Age Arda, then they'd find the nearest Son of Feanor to much the same effect.

For extra crack in the Third Age scenario, Eru has seen fit to undo the Oath, possibly as some form of parole for good behavior, and so Maglor has taken to hucking it right back at whoever found it because why would I want this these things have been nothing but trouble for me and my family you keep it

also i want this to happen before the Ringbearers leave for Valinor just so they can all bear witness to this at least once.

#lord of the rings #silmarillion #silmarils #crack #maglor #gandalf elrond and galadriel would have strong opinions about this i think #i also feel like the first time it happens in front of them there is gasping and clutching at pearls #because this is a Silmaril #bearing the light of the Two Trees Laurelin and Telperion #it is nOT A TOY!!!!#so yeah

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welcomingdisaster · 1 year

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disclaimer: this is very much not intended to be referring any one specific depiction and more of a general fandom trend-- i am not talking about any one specific art, fic, etc.

that being said: does anyone else feel a little strange about kidnap!fam depictions that have m&m hugging/holding/picking up the twins early on in that relationship?

i do believe in that line about love growing between maglor and the twins, and i do 100% accept that could have been sweet/cuddly at some point. but i've noticed a trend where adults tend to ignore the emotions/bodily autonomy of children in fiction, and a lot of the depictions that have m&m cuddling e&e on their way out of the havens kind of give me that vibe?

like, i used to work in a daycare with four year olds. i would have kids that came to me every day, who trusted me and liked me, and felt safe with me. and still, when those kids got truly, really upset, most of the time they wanted their parents, and comforting them often felt like a poor substitute. and a lot of kids, even at that age, do not wanna be touched by strangers, even strangers they have good reason to trust.

kids are smart. they know who has been there for them, they know who is hurting the people they care about, and they are not going to just latch on to the closest adult and forget their parents.

i fully think a year into living with him, elrond and elros love and trust maglor. but immediately after the massacre? those kids are not going to want to be picked up by two scary enemies covered in blood. those kids are most likely screaming and crying and hitting. those kids want their mom. those kids are telling maglor they hate him 1000x times.

and i feel like that messiness only makes that relationship more interesting and compelling to me? like, i think it's more compelling for maglor to decide to take care of kids who are (rightfully!) very hostile to him, i think it's more interesting for elrond and elros to have very mixed and very complicated feelings, and i think the fact that the three of them end up loving each other like family is only more powerful in that scenario.

#probably gonna write a fic about it i feel like i get my thoughts out better that way usually #maglor #elrond #elros #lena speaks #this is not meant to be like. feanorian negative or kidnap fam negative #i hope i am coming across right in that

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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Summary: Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

‘The activity at The Gap is looking more and more concerning by the day. Maglor, I need to have more regular updates on this. The area is crucial but we need notice if we were to have to send aid. We are all in precarious positions and the slightest movement of troops could have serious security implications,’ Maedhros was striding at a speed where a lot of people had to jog slightly to keep up. He tended to do this when he was stressed and his siblings and generals knew it, but some of the ones who dealt with him less were already panting.

His tone also sounded slightly pleading as well, a show of weakness that only ever occurred in situations regarding his brothers safety. After that it all happened so quickly. One of the generals from Himlad stumbled and knocked into Maedhros. While he was getting up, apologising profusely, his hand got caught in Maedhros’ hair for a few seconds, dragging through the recently grown out strands.

Maedhros froze for those few precious seconds before righting himself and waving off any further apologies. He stood on the spot only moving when he noticed everyone waiting for him and proceeded forward without saying a word. He had gone pale and was gripping the stump where his hand should have been in a way that must have been painful. He looked forward but he did not seem to be processing much of his surroundings or the resumed review by his general.

‘Are you alright Nelyo?’ Maglor spoke softly from a few careful inches away from his shoulder, somehow silencing the whole debate that had restarted around them. Maedhros gave him a reproachful look for inadvertently bringing attention to him. When he spoke his voice was steady ‘I’m perfectly fine, Kano,’ a reminder that they were not meant to refer to each other by childhood nicknames in such scenarios, ‘Now what were you saying about trade relations, I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,’ Caranthir cast one concerned look to Maglor before continuing his report.

All the brothers who had not observed the incident were now aware and briefly conferred through a few shared glances. Celegorm pulled his mouth into his trademark Tyelko grin which led to him getting the trademark Maglor ‘just don’t kill anyone’ look. Tyelko bent down and rolled something in his hands. ‘Hey, look it’s snowing!’ he said. Curufin and the twins exchanged disbelieving and apprehensive looks while Maglor hadn’t fully caught on. Caranthir was looking over his shoulder very confused and was promptly hit in the face with a freezing ball of snow.

The generals who had noticed went still for a moment as if not entirely sure what they had just seen had actually happened. ‘Who threw that.’ Caranthir’s voice was chilling and would have sent many running for the hills. His eyes landed on the grinning blonde, slowly wiping snow off his hands, ‘I have no idea Moryo,’ Celegorm said breezily while all his generals looked at each other horrified.

‘I am going to kill you. You little motherfucking-’ what proceeded was honestly quite impressive from a linguistic point of view. Feanor would have been proud. Throughout this rant Caranthir was rolling snowballs along the bannister and it ended with rushing forward to attack his brother. Curufin, Amrod and Amras took this as their cue to get involved. Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

A few of them were still walking with Maedhros and discussing strategy, oblivious to the chaos behind them. Then something hit Maedhros mid-speech. He turned around slowly. All the people who had been quietly enjoying the entertainment had gone pale. Maedhros was taking in the carnage before him. He instantly made eye contact with the second oldest who had been standing aside up until now. Maglor gave him a genuine, but provocative smile not saying anything. ‘Oh you are so going to regret that Makalaurë,’ and though his words were threatening he had broke into the first genuinely happy smile he had worn in months. He broke into a run and lifted Kano right over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the minstrel as all the others began pelting him with snow.

At this point most spectators just shrugged and started having their own snowball fight a few metres away from where the seven’s laughter carried all the way down the corridor.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #snowball fights #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #angst

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searchingforserendipity25 · 8 months

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(Have an unwritten daydream concept for the cheap, cheap price of a cute book emoji!)

Thank you @rannadylin!

This is cheating, in that I have written one (1) line for this famfic scenario, but I do confess I have a soft spot for the idea of Maedhros in Aman after Reembodiment, accompanying a nearly-faded Maglor through recovery.

It's about care and estrangement and resentment paling in the face of reunion, it's about the course of time and the strenght of commitment and how some things can't be altered. It's about enduring love for something unrecognisable, it's about scrutinised faith, it's about trying to avoid co-dependent habits that are so, so comforting and familiar in an unfamiliar world....

And mostly, it's about a very beautiful garden.

#asks #thank you!!#i need to just write it honesty. go self-indulgent about. read some gluck before i get into it

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symphonyofsilence · 1 year

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I'm personally of the belief that while Maedhros & Maglor heavily regretted the massacre at Sirion, even more than Doriath since Sorion was a refuge for war-torn people, half of them from a land they themselves laid waste to, and since Elwing had a lot more reasons than Dior to not want to parley with them, (that as someone who maybe not so much now that they've been fucked over by it, but at first wanted to avenge their father and grandfather, they understood), and since they raised Elrond & Elros, the living result of what they've done, they still think of Elwing as a thief and as an accomplice in their downfall, and what they've done. They believe that if she would just make the wise decision to put the good of her people & her children before her hatred and thought of revenge and give them what rightfully belonged to them, and she very well knew they were oath bound to retrieve and were not above doing anything to get back, none of this would have happened.

Of course, the same is true about Dior. They regret laying waste to Doriath, but they also believe that Dior is a thief, who had even fewer reasons not to give them their father's work.

Especially since the scenario of "parent valuing the fucking shiny stones more than their children" is very familiar to them, they have an extra, more personal distaste for Dior & Elwing. But since Dior and Elwing were much, much younger than the Fëanorians (& the Fëanorians were especially proud people) they also saw them as wilful younglings who had just taken the throne and their family's masterpiece & thought that they owned the world and had infinite power & could do whatever they want while in fact they had no idea wtf they were doing and what they were messing with.

Maglor & Maedhros might have been the softer Fëanorians, but they were still Fëanorians. I think the fandom forgets that a lot.

#tolkien #jrrt #jirt #tolkien tag #lotr #silmarillion #the silm #silm meta #maedhros #maglor #elwing #dior #silmarils #the feanorians #maitimo #makalaure #nelyafinwe #kanafinwe #my two cents

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vidumavi · 8 months

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somewhat wine drunk on the bus rn, pondering some nonsense AUs to pass the time and I'm currently trying to come up with a scenario where Maedhros (?) (Actually, maybe Maglor tries advocating for stealth over brute force in a vague appeal to morality) rallies his brain cells after dior & silmaril show up in doriath and decides that actually, a heist worked for lúthien and beren and we dont really have that much of an army to spare right now and arranges some sort of undercover mission to steal the Silmaril back. I do not want this to be a fix-it, I want everything to go just as badly and for nobody to look better in the end. I think some good candidates for the caper would be cruel servant of celegorm #1 and #2 (i mean, debatable if this would be left in the hands of some underlings. Ok listen. Unnamed wife 1 and 2 are Feanors kin, technically. Horrendous girls' trip??) but I'm not sure what genre I'd want this to be, could go either in the gritty and depressing or the dark comedy direction

#yes they would not do this for multiple reasons and yes this does not fit thematically because the feanorians need to commit their #atrocities personally and not outsource them #but i am having fun. blame the bus wifi for working for once

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doodle-pops · 1 month

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Modern AU: DILF! Maglor

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Once again, I have returned with my modern AU headcanons after so long. I’ve promised you all DILF headcanons for Maglor after it won the poll from last year. Sorry for the long wait. Do enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, breeding, lactation kink

➽ Modern AU Series

SFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has adopted two children, Elrond and Elros and lives in a small-town neighbourhood. Despite his age, he has the most youthful-looking appearance that has all the mothers fawning over him every time he drops his sons off at school. He has a few grey streaks in his hair, but people tend to brush it off as his natural hair colour and not a sign of his ageing.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…catches your eye one day at the supermarket while he’s out buying groceries for his kids. It was Elros who ran off in the middle of shopping and allowed Maglor to bump into you. He was kind enough to pay for your few items.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds you cute and when he discovers that you live within the neighbourhood, uses his sons as a means to get you to talk to him since he was nervous in the beginning. When he gains the confidence, he’ll make regular trips to your home and spend the evening cooking and teaching you tips.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… invites you over for Sunday lunches so you and the twins can bond in the kitchen as you assist them with cooking. He’ll stand in the doorway and observe how perfect you look interacting with his sons, and can’t help himself from thinking how lovely you were for him.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to bring you with him in the mornings whenever he’s dropping off the twins just to make all the other parents jealous. He’ll pull you in for a side hug and swoop in for a peck to make everyone get the hint that he’s taken and you all are a family.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…spends his time off taking all four of you on family-oriented holidays and shows everyone who’s ogling him that he’s taken by the most beautiful partner in the world. He loves to give you tons of kisses and then laugh whenever Elrond and Elros scream ‘ew’ or ‘yuck’.

DILF! Maglor who…smiles brilliantly the first time he hears Elrond and Elros address you as mother/mummy. It was a dream come through and all that he needed to commence the final act…put a ring on your finger and make you his wifey.

NSFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…pulls you into the backseat of the car after he dropped his sons off at school for a quick fuck because you two were interrupted this morning by the twins. Everything is sweaty and hot as he folds you into some challenging position to suit the cramped spacing. It becomes a ritual whenever you both have to drop them off at school or pick them up.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds the most obscure places to have quickies because the twins are so attached to you, they never wish to give you a break and leave you alone for a second. Sometimes early in the morning as you’re making breakfast, in the shower or in the cabinet when the twins are out of sight…for five minutes.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…takes you to neighbourhood parties the other mothers are hosting to rub it in their faces that there’s no way they can fit themselves in between you two by sneaking away for a quick session in the washroom and hoping that the others hear.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…reads up on lots of medical books for pregnancies because he’s been wanting another child to care for and who else could be more perfect than you to bare his next baby. He ensures that you’re eating right and he’s fucking you enough times a week to increase the chances of impregnation.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to rub your stomach every session and whisper about how you’ll look lovely with a round belly and carrying his child. He praises you all the time to reassure you of any doubt you’re having as he folds you into a deeper mating press before releasing himself into you. Makes you keep his cum in you longer than usual for certainty.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… is thrilled to learn that you’re pregnant and shares the news with his sons before having a little family celebration. He’ll take you all out for ice cream and let the twins eat as much as they want because he knows it’ll put them to sleep so you and he can celebrate in private back home.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…keeps you active throughout your pregnancy because he’s gravitated towards your belly and how you’re glowing. It’s worse when he observes how the twins constantly surround you, rubbing your growing belly, and talking to their sibling.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has grown an affinity for your breasts now that they’re all swollen with milk and will massage and squeeze them for you anytime they’re hurting. However, once the baby is born, he finds a way to become useful anytime your breasts leak. Lactation kink unlocked. He adores how plump your breasts have become.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…is blessed for the new addition to his little family and is grateful for having you in his children and his life.

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kanafinwe-makalaure · 1 year

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*Fëanor and sons, the oath-takers

Since this is for science, it would be awesome if you could put in the tags/replies your reasoning as for why, and also answer the poll for which one you think would be last. Reblogs would be appreciated! <3

#the silmarillion #feanorians

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deadqueernoldor · 3 months

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"You know this can't be good," said Naltanare, idly poking at the cream cake in front of him.

Maglor nodded. He was very aware that Lilótie had never invited him like this – "Atya, ada is coming over for tea. Could you come, too, please?"

The mere presence of the words "could" and "please" had sent him straight to Síloriel, presenting the five most likely scenarios to soon be thrust upon him. Liló never used please with him if she did not want something. And she knew if she insinuated tea time, he would come without being asked.

Scenario 1: Liló didn't know what to get Meludir for their anniversary. It was a big one – the first century after marriage was always spent in rose-coloured glasses, and the 100th anniversary was nearly as lavish as the wedding itself had been.

After Siloriel had pointed out that they had attended Liló and Meludir's centennial anniversary half a decade ago, he discarded that thought after some grumbling about time passage.

Scenario 2: Liló was planning something concerning either Meludir, Lindir, or anyone else close to her husband.

It wouldnt be the first time Maglor and Naltanare conspired against the elleth's husband and kin to ensure that Lilótie's careful plan was executed to perfection.

Scenario 3: It was unlikely, but Maglor had briefly entertained the thought of Liló wanting her fathers' help building a smial. Maglor knew how to build the traditional hobbit homes, no matter the configuration, while Naltanare was mindful of just how to plan homes so they could be used without changes for many years to come.

But that idea, too, was discarded swiftly. Liló was happy in her little house with a wild garden she landscaped as she pleased.

Scenario 4: She truly wanted to do nothing more than spend time with her biological and adoptive father. They had all been busy – Maglor with Aduialon and Mirien hitting their adolescence and being hot-headed and sharp-tongued more days than not, Naltanare and Medeth helping re-cultivate a forest grove which had been thoroughly destroyed by a mallorn rotted by bark beetles and their larvae falling over, and Liló with many a landscaping project around their home and kin's homes.

Maglor had missed her, that much was clear.

But seeing as Meludir ambled inside, fidgeting with the sleeves of his good tunic, Maglor also disregarded that option.

"I am aware," he answered Naltanare, watching keenly as Meludir slid into the seat opposite them. Just as he sat, Liló came inside with a bright grin. She was happy, which calmed Maglor considerably. Her summoning both her father figures was not an attempt to soothe distress.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Liló," he asked.

Still smiling, she sat beside Meludir. Neither Naltanare nor Maglor missed the waver of her lips. "I- We ought to tell you something."

Scenario 5: The scenario. Most likely to happen considering the couple's age. Most likely to happen considering the interactions the two fathers had witnessed. Most likely to be the reason why Medeth had played secretive as she had ushered Naltanare away with a knowing glean in her eyes.

Scenario 5: Pregnancy.

It was not a notion either ellon had contemplated until this moment. Liló was young. Barely grown, never mind that she was around 1100 years of age. She was their baby. Her starting her own family beyond a husband was just too soon!

"Ah," managed Naltanare.

Liló shifted. "Naneth said I- we are well so far." Her cheeks reddened.

"I see."

"Do you... hum..."

Maglor rubbed his face. Naltanare was overwhelmed. Grand. Just grand. To be fair, she was his actual daughter and only child. Maglor had already had the faint panic of having a child marry and have children. While he had not been there with Elrond or Elros, he had still felt the joy and fretful urges of a grandparent when he had heard of their fatherhood.

And, he reasoned, he was several years older than Naltanare. If Maglor knew how to do anything, it was acting the elder.

"If you are asking if we understand the insinuation that you two will be expecting an elfling, yes, Liló, we understand perfectly fine."

Her cheeks reddened impossibly more. Maglor, too, faintly felt the blush creep up his neck. He had five children. He knew very well how elflings came to be, and that his daughter– he banished that thought as swiftly as it had come.

"Congratulations, you two," he said instead. Under the table, he kicked Naltanare to snap out of the surprise.

#they are awkward about it and i love that your honour #not enough for a ficlet not enough for a chapter but just enough for a tumblr post #this belongs into the timeline of my Old Maggie series btw. in like 1000 years or so into the 4th age #tolkien

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine being a pirate in Middle Earth

(Anon I’m so sorry. From my lack of creativity, I made up dumb scenarios with quotes I cherry picked from youtube. I do have one serious so I hope you like this dumpster fire)

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings: Pretty much none on the first part. Only Amrod is gonna have rough time. Most is jack sparrow like but the last one is Barbossa.

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-What happens when you pick up a washed-up pirate from a beach? Nothing good, especially if that pirate’s last name is Sparrow. The feanorians learned that the hard way with all the nonsense you caused when you woke up.

Maedhros

*How you first met*

You: So, let me get this straight. You start murdering our kin, stole their boats, abandoned your other kin who helped you murder our other kin, then proceeded to burn to the boats which might had not burned your youngest brother alive?

Maedhros: Uhm

You: Wow, and people tell me I’m stupid. Do you have any idea what you did when you burned those boats?

Maedhros: I know it was wrong, but it was my father’s orders.

You: Well, your father was an idiot because all the peaceful bonds and treaties you wished to have here on Middle Earth are not gonna happen because burning those ships marked you as the enemy of the Eldar and the sea. They’re protected by an honor code even we the pirates follow. So, what you technically did is that you told everyone you’re a bunch of orcs.

Maedhros: … shit.

You: Heh, how odd that we, the so-called foul pirates, have more honor than you.

*You helping him and Fingon escape Angband with unimaginable means*

Maedhros: This is either madness or brilliance

You: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide

*You about his hand*

You: Don’t be sad about it. You can now have a hook you can poke eyes with. Did you know there are sea creatures such as starfish that can grow their limbs back?

Maedhros: …

Maglor

*Maglor talking about something*

You: You know, your singing is good as a siren’s. It’s gonna kill me if it doesn’t shut up.

*When he’s having a rough time*

You: Close your eyes and pretend it's a bad dream. That's how I get by.

Celegorm

*While in Nargothrtond*

You: Elf, Your dog has more honor than you and knows how to be a gentleman, unlike you. Which reminds me?

You: *Kneel in front of Huan, holding his paw*

You: Would you like to join my crew, mate?

Huan: *Barks*

Celegorm: What? You can’t just ask my dog to be a pirate.

You: And you can’t just force a princess to stay in the tower like a prisoner and force her to marry you, especially when she said no.

Celegorm: …

*When the silmaril quest was over*

Celegorm: That didn’t end well. Hey, where’s Huan?!

You and Huan: * Standing on a ship. Huan wearing a hat and an eye patch, holding a knife in his mouth*

Huan: *Staring with a judgy look* Arhhhg

Curufin

*When you kept him prisoner after attacking Luthien*

Curufin: Hey, you can’t just leave me here tied up!

You:*walking away* You'll broke free moments ago. You have just been waiting for a chance to jump me.

You: *Turning around to block his attack*

You: See

*Talking about saving and stuff*

You: If it ever came to that I would have to choose either you, your brother, or the dog. I'll take the dog.

Caranthir

*When arguing something later and succeeding now*

Caranthir: You actually were telling the truth.

You: I do that quite a lot yet people are always surprised.

*When Caranthir did something to the rum*

You: Why is the rum gone?!

Mairon

*When saving Beren and Finrod*

You: Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly ---stupid.

Melkor

*When you got a jar of dirt*

You: Look what I got. I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt and guess what's inside it!

*When you make an escape*

You: "You'll always remember this is the day that you almost caught --- Captain (Name) Sparrow!" *Makes an epic escape*

Amrod

-He had jumped off into the sea when his family had set the boats on fire. He tried to scream for them to stop and tell them he was there, but they did not hear him. He had nowhere else to run, so he had to jump through the fire into the water.

-He suffered terrible burns, which burned and stung harder than any blade. The pain was deep and agonizing, making it nearly impossible for him to stay on the surface, and when he tried to swim toward the land, the current suddenly swept him away.

-He panicked when the land became more distant from his reach, and he didn’t have any energy to swim.

-He was on the brink of drowning. He kicked his feet as hard as possible, but it only fastened his energy loss, and he was submerged under the water.

-He thought it was the end for him as his lungs began to fill with water, making him feel even further pain before they became numb.

-His mind nearly fell into darkness till he heard something heavy, and something suddenly yanked him out of the water.

-He was thrown against a stern deck, and water gushed out of his lungs, making him cough and slough over the floor. His lungs gasped for air, and his mind awakened back to reality.

-He was frightened when he saw his rescues. They were elves yet looked vicious and wore clothing no ordinary sailors wore during their journeys. It didn’t help when they sneered down on him, calling him a burned-wet rat and an orc.

-He took a quick look around the ship, which was ten times bigger than the ships his family used to sail across the sea. The mast stood tall, carrying haunting black sails, and there were round metal constructs that looked like weapons of sorts.

-His attention was brought back when his rescuers pushed him in a sneering tone. Amrod thought about all the stories he heard as an elfling about the sea and knew from them that he was dealing with pirates– real pirates.

-They demanded to know if he was part of the burning of the swan ships since he possessed red hair. He didn’t dare the answer till they forcefully picked him up and took him to what seemed to be a captain’s cabin.

-They pushed through the door, and there you sat, feeding a strange four feet creature with a long tail that screeched at him.

-Your crew members talked about their suspicions about him to you, and you calmly listened and looked at him.

-Amrod tried to hold up a calm face, but even though you were an elf, there was something strange and eerie about you.

-You spoke softly to him, asking if he was hurting and if he would like to have a warm change of clothes. Amrod didn’t know how to answer– he felt reluctant even though the burns on his body were hurting.

-You softly smiled at him and asked your crew members to bandage him up and give him dry clothes so you could have a proper discussion later.

-Amrod felt hesitant, but when his wounds were treated and he got out of wet clothes and given time to rest, his body shut down from exhaustion. And he was glad just to have some rest even though he was on a pirate ship.

-He felt odd the next time he woke up. The crew still treated him suspiciously, and when you invited him for dinner, he didn’t dare to refuse, so he accepted.

-You spoke softly to him, letting him eat first. You apologized for the rough treatment and explained about the swan ships.

-It was a prominent rule in the sea to never attack swan ships for they were considered neutral and were your kin. Attacking and burning swan-resembling ships will mark an orc or an enemy, so you stayed around when you saw several swan ships burning at the shore.

-You discovered the heinous act was done by a group of elves, so you and your crew had been agitated by the news.

-You asked if he knew about it, and Amrod hesitated, knowing what might come if he told you what he and his family had done to get the swan ships. He didn’t know why they were burned, but having heard such a sacred rule. He knew he wasn’t in a good situation.

-Amrod decided to play ignorant, but he tensed when he saw you look at him strangely like you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Your monkey only hissed at him.

-You then started telling him a little story about you and your crew. How you sailed around the sea and resisted the orcs from the shore. How you found a treasure and how there was a curse of death and lies.

-You told him how lying was a bad habit and how many end up as the victim of their own consequences before you offed him an apple.

-Amrod acted out of his brashness, taking a knife and striking you in the chest. You staggered back, taking out the knife, looking unaffected. Amrod paled at his mistake and how you didn’t seem to bleed.

-” I’m curious. After killing me, what was it that you planned on doing next?” You held the bloodied knife, looking at him with a sinister grin.

-Amrod tried to leave, but when he got outside. He was faced with the crew, who looked like walking corpses, screeching at him and doing their chores under Tillion’s light.

-He was struck with terror. He had never seen anything so horrifying in his life. He tried to hide, but even your monkey was a walking corpse, screeching out of his hiding place.

-You grabbed him and made him look at your crew.

-You explained to him the curse that made you undead and how the moonlight showed your true form before making him look at you.

-You told him how long you have been unable to quench your thirst and starved yourself, unable to die. You told him how felt nothing and showed your arm, which turned dead and rotten under the moon. Amrod backed away in fright.

-” You better start believing in ghost stories, little elf,” You said, showing your true form, which was a rotten skeleton. “You’re in one!” You said.

-Amrod watched in horror when you opened a bottle of rum, drinking it which flowed through your bones and withered clothes.

-Amrod ran inside, and you mashed the bottle while closing the door, laughing with your crew. Amrod was hiding in a corner, holding his knees and hoping the nightmare would end soon.

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