Hello dearie! Would you mind writing me something cute involving Maglor (if you still take requests!)?? I love your blog and you seem so lovely!xx
H O L Y S H I T you have a request??? omgomgomg no-one sends me requests, I love you *_* also thankyou, I love your blog too!! :D
Alright, fangirling over:
First of all check out my ao3, there is a bittersweet fix-it one-shot focused on Mags and Nerdanel, and the latest chapter of my main fic has a cute Maglor moment too :)
Second of all:
The notes that drifted on the wind seemed almost to echo the golden-silver of the sky at that time when the Trees shone out both together. Makalaurë rested on a tree-root, toes dipping down into the stream below and dark curls tumbling about his shoulders as he delicately plucked the strings of his small harp. His eyes were closed as he sang, and those who listened felt transported, as if visions of flowers and great climbing trees surrounded them in truth. For he sang of Yavanna’s gardens, and the very grass below seemed to rejoice in the song.
Above him, perched in the higher branches of the tree and listening in wonder, were Ambarussa. The twins were yet children, young and free and rejoicing in the land of their birth - and in the wondrous skills of their brothers, whose like they felt they could never equal. But they had something better than skill - they had each other.
Maglor looked up and smiled at them through the branches as he finished the song.
“Ambarussa, come down!” The voice belonged to Maitimo, who now came hurrying up through the shallow stream with bare feet and wet clothes (and a thin golden ribbon trailing unnoticed from his belt).
“Why should we?” Makalaurë was not sure who had spoken; it generally did not matter.
“It is too high - what if you should fall?”
The twins laughed, clear and high, and Makalaurë laughed with them.
“Come, Nelyo, forget your brotherly cares for one day!” He plucked out a sweet few notes, and smiled at his brother’s conflicted expression. “You may lay every bit of blame on me, if our dear Ambarussa should fall into this lovely stream.” The melody changed then to mimic the sound of the water, gentle and flowing smooth about the four of them as they stood there under the fresh, living trees in the light of Valinor. Maitimo smiled, and sat down on the opposite bank.
“Alright. But you must play for us again, if only to keep them from wriggling this poor tree into the ground.”
As the first pure notes of the next song drifted through the leaves, time seemed to slow to nothing. Beauty and stillness and light, there was, and it could never fade or come to harm.
Years later, Maglor remembered that day under the tree, and the memory stung worse than his tears.
I hope that was okay!! I’m sorry it’s not longer; I’ve written almost a whole chapter of my main fic today and the writing part of my poor brain is rather tired. Also, feel free to message me any time if you’re comfortable with tumblr’s messaging system - I love to talk to people on here, especially about these poor damned Elves!