did you know maglor knows every song ever.
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did you know maglor knows every song ever.

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Maglor Fëanorion during the golden age of valinor 🌟
What's in the carafe? Could be water, could be poison. Could be a sleeping potion from Estë to be used on specific members of the family....
Canafinwë Macalaurë Fëanárion, aka Maglor.
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(Just thought about that skit with Feanor's mom's name )
You: *Watching on the side as Feanor and Fingolfin were in a heated argument*
Maglor: *sighs* By the valars --- what are they arguing about now?
You: Well--- I might be partly to blame for this.
Maglor: What do you mean?
You: I was studying your language, then I came across the 'Þ' and 's' letter variations. I was confused by their purpose so I asked your dad to explain them to me.
You: He then explains the letter's origin and purpose, and then I asked if there are occasions where I have to use the other letter variation.
You: He then says no and that since the 'Þ' is the original, thus it's more respectful to use it, and technically told me to ignore the existance of 's.'
You: Then Fingolfin came and said there are some occasions where using the 's' is more appropriate. Your dad disagreed and now... they're arguing.
You&Maglor : *Watching the argument between his dad and uncle unfold*
You: You know--- I expected your dad get mad about many things, but over a letter was not one of them.
You: I'm also now more confused.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as his father gestured wildly, his voice rising and Fingolfin, equally stubborn, fired back with just as much ferosity. The debate over a single letter. He glanced at you, eyes weary yet faintly amused. “You’ve done something remarkable,” he murmured. “You’ve managed to turn a linguistic curiosity into a family feud.”
The argument grew louder, and he sighed. “At this rate, they’ll rewrite the alphabet just to spite each other.”
@dfwbwfbbwfbwf I finally finished this and Curufin and Caranthir still look like they’ve swapped clothes. Too late now.
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.