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you can't save me from this. ❞ — @eldaquenta / maglor

Son of Fëanor. Kinslayer. Oath-sworn. Maglor hadn't always been known by those epithets, but few remained that remembered him before them. Most of them, they were dead or gone, or dead and gone…. And then there was Glorfindel. A witness, a fellow (once) exile. Someone who had rebelled without shedding blood and had died while protecting the innocent, and had been re-gifted life because of it. Someone who knew and had been witness to nearly it all, and heard the horrors what he hadn't, and still gazed at Maglor with blue eyes and a serene smile, neither flinching nor faltering as Maglor shook him off and away, like he were offering anything but selfless (and selfish) forgiveness.

ᯓ‎𝄞 ˗ˏˋ Kanafinwë's blue eyes had lost their brilliance long ago ; now they were strangely empty & distant, reflecting the state of a spirit devoured by the maggots birthed from sorrow, guilt and loneliness.

Madness had taken root in his heart, blurring the lines between past and present. Sometimes he held conversations with his dead brothers. Sometimes he woke at night, searching for Elrond and Elros.

Glorfindel, however, seemed real ( then again, they all seemed real ) . Like the fisherman he had to kill the other night... or years ago?

Days had bled into months and years and centuries, & he simply wanted to be no more, he wanted it all to end, but he was condmened to this misery, to everlasting damnation until the Dagor Dagorath...

ㅤㅤㅤ❝Can you not see it?❞ Kano's voice was barely above a whisper as he stared through rather than at the golden haired Elda.

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I like to think that Maglor's hair went white-streaked (inspired by Gwindor). Centuries of grief, guilt & loneliness have worn Maglor down to a shadow of his former self 😔

"No one deserves death."

Beleg's jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. He had been excited when the Noldor first came over the sea, filling Beleriand with new wondrous inventions and stories. Now, his joy had soured to distrust in the face of bloodshed and deceit, a lie so dark it had been hidden even from Melian's eyes.

His hand rested on the pommel of his sword.

ᯓ‎𝄞 ˗ˏˋ ❝Indeed,❞ Kanafinwë agreed smooth as silk, not so much as flinching at Beleg's threat.

❝There is not a day I do not grieve their misguided stubbornness that left us no choice.❞

He spoke matter-of-factly, almost detached. Beneath it, however, Kanó was crumbling beneath the weight of his sorrows, guilt eating away at him like ROT from within ; his only lifeline was his unshakeable conviction that these fools had chosen this fate by refusing to yield the Silmarils.

❛  i can't be the person you want me to be.  ❜ ❛  i can't be the only one fighting for this.  ❜ ❛  i can't be the reason you hate yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can't do this anymore, but i don't know how to stop.  ❜ ❛  i can't do this if you don't trust me.  ❜ ❛  i can't hate you, and that's the worst part.  ❜ ❛  i can't keep loving a ghost.  ❜ ❛  i can't keep waiting for you to choose me.  ❜ ❛  i can't look at you the same way anymore.  ❜ ❛  i can't lose you, too.  ❜ ❛  i can't make you love me.  ❜ ❛  i can't sleep without thinking about what happened.  ❜ ❛  i can't stop thinking about the way you left.  ❜ ❛  i can't tell you the truth without losing you.  ❜ ❛  i can't tell you to stay when i know you want to leave.  ❜ ❛  can't you hear yourself?  ❜ ❛  can't you just do me this one favor?  ❜ ❛  can't you lie to me, just this once?  ❜ ❛  can't you please just listen?  ❜ ❛  can't you see that i'm trying?  ❜ ❛  can't you stay, just for tonight?  ❜ ❛  can't you stop pushing me away for five seconds?  ❜ ❛  can't you tell i'm scared?  ❜ ❛  can't you understand that i needed you?  ❜ ❛  can't we go back to before everything changed?  ❜ ❛  can't we just be friends?  ❜ ❛  can't we just have one normal night?  ❜ ❛  can't we pretend, just for a little while longer?  ❜ ❛  can't we try again?  ❜ ❛  you can't ask me to stay after everything you did.  ❜ ❛  you can't decide how you want me now.  ❜ ❛  you can't erase what happened.  ❜ ❛  you can't fix this with an apology.  ❜ ❛  you can't just show up here without calling first.  ❜ ❛  you can't keep punishing me for surviving.  ❜ ❛  you can't leave like that and expect me to still be here when you come back.  ❜ ❛  you can't love someone only when it's easy.  ❜ ❛  you can't promise forever when you can't even promise tomorrow.  ❜ ❛  you can't save me from this.  ❜ ❛  you can't say you love me and then disappear.  ❜

MAGLOR, second son of Fëanor.

a collection of starters based on one of the five love languages: acts of service. send “REVERSE” for my muse to do the action for yours instead.

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It was everyone's well-intentioned instinct, he knew, to try to awaken someone to reality when confronted with...whatever this was. He had heard no name for it, but he had seen it happen among Men, when they arrived in Beleriand, and grew elderly and weak of mind before accepting the Gift; he had seen it, too, among elves who had lost everything and whose fëar refused to accept the truth. Whatever caused the loss of memory and the delusions was a mystery to him, but he had seen that always, always, it was better to be gentle, and not contradict.

He had seen, too, the way those who were contradicted could grow violent. An elderly atani was easy to reatrain; a calaquendi warlord, however, who was quickly regaining some of his former strength…well. He would prefer not to find out. There was a distinct possibility he would have no option to restrain Maglor, only to kill or be killed.

All these thoughts passed through his mind in the space of a second or two. Then he was on his feet, at the door before Maglor so he could open it for him. He must think he was a highborn servant, for why else would a white-haired elf be in their company? Only the noble houses of the Sindar and Teleri looked like him.

“Yes,” he said. “He won’t return for a few days, my lord.” Perhaps the lapse in memory would pass by then.

(Volwë mentally apologized to his father for deferring to anyone but him, Ingwë, or the Valar as his lord, but sure Olwë would understand that circumstances were dire?… No, he wouldn’t, Volwë thought. He didn’t even like his children to pull rank on one another, which Volwë had weaponized against his elder brothers often. No, Olwë would have a fit over it, and another fit when he found out his son had been speaking to a kinslayer at the time.)

ᯓ‎𝄞 ˗ˏˋ ❝Yes... yes, a walk would do me good,❞ Maglor said absently, glancing around their... quaint accommodation, before stepping through the door. ❝And afterward, I ought to return to the fortress. I have been away too long. There is this… this feeling I cannot shake, that Morgoth is pressing against the siege…❞

The ocean breeze silenced him.

No, no, no... This was not the Gap. They were all gone. The Gap lay beneath he sea. He knew this... he knew this.

Ages bled together in a maelstrom of fractured memories as part of him struggled desperately to block reality out. He squinted, heart beginning to race, chest tightening, one hand shooting out to clutch Aerwain's arm hard enough it might bruise.

❝A..Aerwain--❞ His voice was strained. ❝I… I do not feel well.❞

He managed to reach a nearby bench & sank down onto it, his grip still like a vice on the Teler's arm. Pale blue eyes stared up at him ; wide, glassy, strangely... empty. Since Aerwain's face had no place in Maglor's past, his mind had taken "creative liberty" to fill the gap : This nér must be one of his most loyal servants. Why else would he feel such instinctive trust?

❝Aerwain... I fear it shall happen again. But you will not abandon us, will you? These fools... they will not yield what is OURS by birthright and it will condemn us again. I cannot sway my brothers from this path. I have tried...❞ Tears welled up in his eyes as his gaze grew increasingly distant & his voice began to waver. What was Maglor talking about now? Doriath? The Havens of Sirion?

So much blood... So much death and pain...