#minstrelmaglor

                                                                 do not   F A D E

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

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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!

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

Send “Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you.” And I’ll generate a number (1-21) for what your muse surprises mine with!

- 16. A love letter

// YASS THANK YOU <3 Sorry this took a while bc of all the writing XDI got inspiration and instead of it being a love letter, its gonna be a page from Finrod’s journals. Its about grief, but also love and how that love hadnt faded. It goes along with what we talked about when Finrod and Makalaure finally truly speak to each other at the Feast of Reuniting and pour their hearts out and Mags just keeps apologizing and they both sob and hold each other. I think not only would Finrod tell him what we discussed, about how he didnt blame him for the helcaraxe, they had made their choice themselves, and that he forgave him for burning the ships and it wasnt Mags fault what happened to Mae. He just knows now that none of them were in their right minds at the time and everything happens for a reason. Anyway, this would be the page of his journal he wrote on the day he saw Mags again after the ice, he’d show it to him to further assure him he hadnt been ignoring him and never hated him or anything. <33 @minstrelmaglor //

I saw him today, My beloved, At long last.

While in the ice I had tried to imagine how we would meet again and what we might say to each other. Though my heart was too weary and my fingers too cold to write it down. I will not deny at first I did not wish to think of him.. I was afraid he did not love me anymore or… that he had forgotten in the madness that his father began and the shadow of that thought pained my heart too greatly.

No one had known what events while we slept led to the burning of the ships. It was easy to guess it was the doing of Feanor but had our cousins participated? Did they all burn them? Had they planned it all along? Findekano and I had discussed it once briefly and decided some things were best left unsaid among broken hearts.

In time i began to realize grief had fueled those fears, and as grief waned so did they.  I cannot speak for others but I began to understand that we had done this to ourselves. It was true, Feanor had sparked the flames but we acted upon it and in that hour we were not ourselves. None of us were. We acted out of fear and in result made the gravest of mistakes… I had supposed that for my Feanorian cousins it was no different. They too had not been themselves.

That thought had given me hope for so many years. Hope that my cousins held no ill will against us, and that I still dwelled within my Makalaure’s heart. I held so tightly to our memories together and trusted in our love, for it was all I had.

When we arrived in Arda on the first dawn those fears began to muster inside of me once more, but i still held hope. My heart was so weary.. I had no choice but to keep hope that we had not crossed the ice for naught.. and that we had not lost what was missing from us. That hope and my family which I had protected through our hardships was all that held me together.

Today to much joy, though others may think differently, I met my Feanorian cousins again. I knew what was to come but no amount of time could have prepared me for it. I saw Amras first and then Makalaure was there before me. I froze and our eyes met. It did not matter how brief this glance was, it was as though a warm wave rolled over me and my bones thawed in finality from the frost that seemed to never fade from me for the past thirty years. It was his face, truly his, and it was no dream, no memory. It was him.  I had not anticipated the relief of what it would bring. As I looked into his eyes for that moment I could see the grey eyes that were once filled with wonder now heavy with grief but he was not lost. Nor I lost to him. He was still my beloved Makalaure that I had fallen in love with, and there is not a word in any tongue that could describe the feeling within me then.

Once our gaze was broken, I did not look at him again out of fear he would see see how weary I too had become..and in truth i did not have the heart to see the grief in his eyes again. It pained me so to see him in such a way.

When our meeting was finished i greeted the solitude of my tent, and wept without restraint for the first time in years. My tears ran freely and did not freeze to my skin as i had become so accustomed of late. They had been kept inside save for a few so that i might be a support for those who needed me. Now we are free of the ice and they had ran hot and heavy, bearing away the fears i had held that now were proven wrong, the grief of our numerous losses, and lastly from all the pain i felt for others and myself.

It is after my tears that I am writing this entry, and I now wish i would have spoken to him, but it had occurred to me that he may need time. I do not know if things can so easily go back to the way they were, or if they can at all, though I will try when he is ready…when we are both ready. I can feel my heart with him even now, and that is where it always will remain.