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[feanors-daughter]

Hunting trips had been far more common in the early days of their relationship. Before the children, before their marriage, when things were simple and their relationship was not even public knowledge yet. They would go alone, just the two of them, and spend a week in the silence and simplicity of the forest. It had been far too long since their last outing together. But now Ereinion was grown and independent, he did not need his parents to watch or dote on him every second, and Laurelin and Gil-galad could take time for themselves again.

The camp was quiet as night began to fall. The King and Queen had retreated to their tent to rest and even the small group of soldiers that had accompanied them had begun to dwindle as one-by-one they each left their seat by the fire for the warmth of their tents and bedrolls.

Only a single guard stood watch now.

Laurelin's head rested on her husband's chest, her eyes closed in the sleep of the mortal men. Once, a single day of hunting would have hardly cost any energy at all. Once, she could stay up for days without rest, while fighting wars and commanding soldiers. Now, the poison that still ran through her veins made her as weak and fragile as a mortal. She despised it, but she had come to accept the reality in the centuries since her injury. Besides, Gil-galad was a loving and doting husband. He cared so much for her, and made sure she still knew how strong and incredible she was even now. It was not all so bad, truly. She was not a warrior anymore, but that is not what mattered. She was a painter, a mother, a wife, a queen.

The silence was broken by shouts echoing throughout the camp. Laurelin sat up immediately, awake and alert as she grabbed her boots and pulled on her clothes, stumbling out of the tent before Gil-galad even had the chance to speak. She unsheathed the knife from her belt as she ran towards the soldiers struggling with what looked like a ragged pile of clothes and bones.

"What is the meaning of this?"

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                                                                 do not   F A D E

( @minstrelmaglor liked this post for a moodboard; feat. eönwë & maglor )

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♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

...to a point/depends on the interpretation.

Like I LOVE the “Party King” stuff that kind of took over when he was first introduced, don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty funny. But I don’t think that’s anywhere near the real Thranduil. I think by the time we hit the Third Age he’s one of the most traumatized beings left in Middle Earth and he’s trying to run a kingdom that is increasingly blighted and dangerous. I could easily imagine him, especially the movie version of him, having some unhealthy coping mechanisms but I don’t think he’s the Party King.Otherwise though I tend to like the way people see him, if art etc. is any indication anyway. 

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[vaciena]

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PLEASE UPLOAD IT WHATEVER IT IS I WANNA READ IT

I....might've decided to add to it while anxious so, um, yeah it's not done yet cause I need to add 2000 more words

#minstrelmaglor #Ri's Talking | OOC #I did just upload a character study on there and got a drabble collection if you want them lmao #my writing style is all over the place fair warning

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    ” —— My, my... What a LOVELY surprise! I thought all of you were dead like the rest of you murderous family~”

#minstrelmaglor #v; ( T. A. ) faded aquamarine.

[moosefrog]

Hobo Chic. Maglor wandering MIddle-Earth steeped in melancholy and regret. Drawn for @minstrelmaglor. He cuts his hair with a knife. Sometimes kind folk donate clothing to him and he wears it but doesn’t look after it until, once again, he’s clothed in artful tatters.

The thing is? This hot-ass, kin-slaying, golden-voiced elf is from Valinor and he can make anything look good. He doesn’t mean to be so attractive and stylish, it just happens!

It’s just so exhausting. XD

#maglor #minstrelmaglor #silmarillion #fanart #moosefrogart

[first-son-of-finwe]

@minstrelmaglor

You label this OOC but I have this feeling Feanor has this exact conversation with someone, like "No I have a right to use logic to pick who I marry" 

On one hand I can totally see that, but on the other, he’s also impulsive as fuck? XD He’d fall in love and literally be like LET’S GET MARRIED TOMORROW

The fact that he apparently wedded young isn’t surprising to me, because if he feels something so strongly then it MUST be a good idea

My Fea is extremely rational about intellectual and academic things, but when it comes to his own emotions, he lets them lead every time. I don’t think he can even really help it.

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[stardomescions-blog]

-are laughing at their grandfather a bit-

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[forgemaiar]

minstrelmaglor replied to your post: daughteroferynlasgalen replied to your post: ...

you should put You Traitorous Meme down the next time you have to wear a “Hello My Name Is” sticker

|| I usually put An Innocent Bystander for those but ye ||

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[legolasgoldy]

minstrelmaglor replied to your post “Is Finrod like a Disney princess then? He likes pretty clothes and...”

Disney Princess cause if he was a Disney King he'd end up dead....oh wait

Nuu X’D this took a dark turn hahaha

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[loyalservants]

( @minstrelmaglor touched this post && is gifted with a starter with Magayon ! )

                             BREEZE of the the OCEANS blew her face as she stood upon the SHIP, head lifted as she WELCOMED Manwë’s WINDS. Darkness, she felt, was RISING within Númenor and the hidden Maia of Vána could not BEAR to be in a kingdom that should be RIDDLED with naught but D E A T H. So she would return to Middle-earth and she would seek SOLACE. And perhaps, she would return to Valinor if all things would be HOPELESS. 

                             Silence-- t’was what Magayon could only hear apart from the CRASHING waves and the CALL of the SEAGULLS. She looked over her shoulder, the Númenorean mariners preparing for their return to their HOMELAND. So eager to leave, it seemed, she thought before casting her HOOD over her head. She went south and she walked... and she walked. Then she saw a figure not so far from her, concealed in the woods. Her eyes NARROWED and her fingers coiled around the HILT of her dagger. A small weapon but she could use it well enough. Anything can be a WEAPON as long as the one who wields it is a WEAPON itself but Magayon was a fair creature that relied on the ART of MAGIC.

                            ❝ Show thy face! ❞ she called out. Perhaps it was a wandering MAN or an ELF. They do not have to be MINIONS of the Dark Lord.

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Recruiting (closed for minstrelmaglor)

Thranduil sat in the food court, sipping an overpriced soda while he waited for Legolas’ movie to end. It had been his turn to drive Legolas and his friends around this weekend, though they had made the whole job easy on him by deciding to just see a movie. So far Thranduil had spent most of the time shopping in the high-end shops (as the pile of bags at his side proved), but there was half an hour left...looked like he was going to spend it sitting and waiting. Some movement off to the side caught his eye, and he glanced over to see two young men in Marine uniforms swapping places with a pair of other uniformed young men. Ah, just a shift switch at the recruitment table, then. It was always there, or at least it was whenever Thranduil happened to be at the mall, which honestly wasn’t that often. He watched the young men, more out of boredom than anything else...until another man wandered over to them. Now HE was interesting. Very tall, quite good-looking even from here...just exactly the kind of person Thranduil had been looking to bring on as a new model for his own fashion label.  He didn’t give it a second thought. He grabbed his bags and his soda, got up, and sauntered over towards the recruiting table himself. Time to make an introduction.

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[lindeaewen-a]

@minstrelmaglor | closed starter

Lindir had been in the saddle for days without proper rest, and he was in desperate need of sleep. His back and shoulders ached, and he could focus on nothing else. He’d come across a small clearing surrounded by trees, and decided it would be a fine place to stop. He unmounted his horse, letting her graze at the treeline, and looked around for a place to lay his bedroll. He only hoped it wouldn’t start raining. 

Far from capable with a bow an arrow, Lindir did not have the energy to make any sort of attempt at hunting, and so he went about finding the dried fruit and meat he’d brought with him in his saddlebag.

Lindir’s ears perked when he heard footsteps behind him, and he slowly turned around. A thin, frail-looking being had emerged from the trees. Coming across strangers in the Wilds was something that Lindir generally managed to avoid. He suddenly wondered why he’d agreed to travel such a distance on his own - especially given the threat of Orcs that obviously lay on this path - when he was mostly hopeless at defending himself. Lindir forced a small smile as he looked around for a clue as to whether or not he was in danger. 

#minstrelmaglor #i hope this is okay

[moosefrog]

minstrelmaglor replied to your post: It’s looking like October is going to be nothing...

Maglor–or anyone, really–dressing up as something adorably rediculous (and possibly adorably homemade) for Halloween? XD

The FIRST thing that leapt to mind was Maglor swapping clothes with a scarecrow for the night... Ol’ raggedy Maglor!

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[first-son-of-finwe]

Bed, Wed, Behead: Melkor, Fingolfin, Manwe

“This is difficult as I don’t particularly want to wed any of them…but I suppose I’ll choose Manwë. Being married to the king of Arda has got to grant me some kind of power. And I’ll bed Fingolfin, he needs to be shown his place….and as for Melkor- beheaded without a second thought."

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