#Maglor

[veilder]

This is just Kidnap Fam, lol. XD

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

[trucbiduleschouettes]

Continuing to occasionally post something Silmarillion related

[Do not use/repost]

[abomination-unto-nuggan]

Nerdanel, Fëanor and Little Maglor.

She’s got a set of pipes.

[velvet4510]

Friendly reminder that literally nobody forced Fëanor and his sons to swear an Oath that they would become mass murderers if this didn’t happen or that didn’t happen. They chose of their own free will to make the most violent possible vow. This is why I can’t stand defensive takes from stans that are like “the Oath MADE them do it” because who MADE them swear such an Oath in the first place? Nothing and nobody!!!!

[pastelsugar6w6]

Elrond for the 100th time: Atto! Atya! Look at us! Look what we can do!

Maedhros, used to the dumb random shit little brothers will make him watch and preparing to act impressed: Make it quick please. I'm very busy.

Maglor: What do you want to show us?

Elros: Ok! Ok! Watch or you'll miss it!

The twins: *do something very horrifying and eldritch*

E²: Did you like it? ☺️

Maedhros: 👁👁

Maglor, hiding behind Maedhros and trying not to cry: Very...cute, little stars...

[peasant-player]

Maglor & Daeron

Rockstar AU

I made sure to challenge as much as homoerotic energy in this as I could @polutrope

Maglor looks despite his bodyhair like a kpop singer xD my 13 year old self would stan them.

And ship them.

[n0tamused]

You're so insane for this pookie, thank you for this buffet of food, I'm gonna eat so well today. 🙏💕

[thetiredprometheus]

Maglor & Nienna

Not pictured: Maglors brothers being an absolute nightmare to mandos. He has them together, they immediately start making plans to break out. He separates them, they are somehow going more insane. At some point he just doesn't stop their escape attempts anymore. They are now the only elves to be illegally reborn.

btw niennas design is vaguely inspired by a statue of Mary

[astral-aromance]

MolSirMags time! Just some elves living in Polyamorous bliss!

The wonderful Molinde (and Yaule the cat) belongs to @starsofarda and Siryawë belongs to me! To read more about the lore of this throuple I direct you Here ! and to bother Molinde with questions or love letters, I direct you to @sewing-elven-maid

[antlered-vixen]

Canafinwë Macalaurë Fëanárion, aka Maglor.

[lscullzthegreat]

Findëkano *newly Fingon*: Look I"m just saying it would be really funny

Maglor *previously Kanafinwë*: OH FINNO FUCK OFF I"M NOT MAKING MY SINDAR NAME FUCKING GONFIN

[balrogballs]

I am still struggling with the next few chapters of the Postcolonial AU (in that it’s all written, I’m just messing about with the order) and probably will only update tomorrow and not today as promised…

…but as penance, let it be known that at no point in the narrative is Maedhros going to stop letting people know about the singular English word he has learned willingly:

(dear reader without context, he is a gay)

[aztec-anubis]

I think this is so true, because just take a look at Elrond- he’s a magnificent fighter, we know this because he was in the War of the Last Alliance, and survived, helping to secure Middle-Earth, even if only for a time. But he is also a great healer. He was renowned to be one of the best at that time. He healed a ringwraith inflicted wound, for gods sake. His foster parents were kinslayers. Yes, they taught him how to fight, but they also taught him how to HEAL. And they taught him well.

Look, the Fëanorians did awful unspeakable things (despite being my favorites), and there obviously isn't much of a generation after them. But I think it speaks to something that the three children that were raised by the Fëanorians (Celebrimbor, Elrond, and Elros) turned out to be overwhelmingly good. Celebrimbor is generous, so genuinely kind and trusting that it's used against him. Elrond is quite literally described as "kind as summer" he creates a sanctuary for everyone regardless of race and old feuds. Elros is a leader that shapes the fate of a race of men that is pure and good and curious until Sauron destroys them using all that curiosity.

The Blood of those who raised them, their hate, their grief does not seep down into the children they perhaps feel it somewhere deep at the core of their being the weight of the crimes of the elves they called father. But they bear it with raised heads, with kindness and friendship and an attempt to learn from mistakes. Even if they failed in the end they were still so so so good.

and I truly truly hope that says something about those that raised them. that they poured all the love they had left in their rotting weary hearts into those sweet little boys, and made sure they knew always, that history was theirs to live with and to work with, but the crimes and despair, belonged to those who came before them alone.

[xximmortalkissxx]

Be Welcome in the House of Fëanor

I came across a Fëanorians x Fem Reader (Platonic) fic request from @definitelynotaria and was already in a desperate need to write some major fluff after finishing the Silmarillion. The timing was perfection. 🥰

Summary: You are a young elven child, running wild and free in the Woods of Oromë, during the peaceful days of Valinor. While there, you befriend a young hunter and his delightful hound who introduce you to their rambunctious family.

*She/Her Pronouns / Elven Reader.

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Laughter echoes through the Woods of Oromë as you run with wild abandon, each stride spritely and sure as your small feet meet soft grass and pillowy moss. Nessa of the Valar is with you, encouraging your every step and blessing you with enough of her swiftness and grace to keep pace with her.

As you deftly leap over a fallen log, the soft patter of hooves follows suit like the sound of acorns knocking in the breeze. You have traveled with Nessa long enough to predict the herd of deer trailing after you with graceful strides. 

Then suddenly, a horn bellows close by, shaking the earth under your feet..

Nessa holds her hand gently aloft, signaling for you to stop. As your feet skid to a halt beside her, the deer instantly scatter in all directions. Their quick reflexes were accustomed to the sound that heralded the arrival of the Vala Oromë and his hunting party.

As the Lord of Forests himself enters the clearing, tall and mighty, he regards you both with amusement glimmering in his piercing green eyes. At his side stands a young elven boy similar in age to you, his fair hair tousled from their hunt, gray eyes sharp with curiosity. A massive pup, all ears and paws, bounds at their heels barking with excitement.

“Sister,” Oromë greets, his deep voice like the rolling of thunder before a storm. “I see you've found a pupil of your own who delights in the splendor of these woods.”

“Dearest one,” Nessa places a gentle hand on your small shoulder. “This is my brother Oromë, and his young disciple, Turkafinwe son of Curufinwe.”

Celegorm puffs out his chest slightly at his introduction, though his expression quickly shifts to curiosity. His keen hunter’s gaze sweeps over you, amused by the way you barely keep still, even under such heavy scrutiny, shifting on the balls of your feet like a bird eager to take flight.

“And this,” Celegorm adds with a grin, resting a hand on the head of his hound, “is Huan,  the greatest hound in all of Valinor.”

You approach cautiously, crouching down and holding out a hand towards the gigantic puppy. He sniffs it with equal wariness before deciding you are friend rather than foe. With a happy yip, he licks between your fingers, making you giggle with delight.

“He is wonderful,” you say before looking up at Celegorm. “Is he fast?” You add with excitement ringing in your voice.

“Only the fastest…besides me, of course!” Celegorm boasts, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk.

You let out a playful scoff, blowing a raspberry as you roll your eyes. “I'll believe it when I see it…”

“You think you can beat me in a race?” Celegorm asks, a competitive fire burning in his eyes.

Nessa places a hand over her lips to stifle a laugh, while Oromë merely watches with silent amusement.

You grin, your entire body shaking with anticipation. “Oh, I know I can!”

And with that, you both take off, the golden woods of Valinor once again ringing with laughter, the pounding of small feet, and the joyful barking of a hound who refuses to be left behind.

Pushing yourselves faster and faster, you both become little more than streaks weaving through the trees, your feet barely touching the earth as you run swift as arrows. 

“Too slow Noldo!” You call over your shoulder.

Celegorm grits his teeth, determined not to be bested—but just as he begins closing the gap, a blur of gray fur shoots past you both.

Huan.

The giant puppy darts from the underbrush with surprising speed and into your path with an excited bark, causing both you and Celegorm to skid to a halt and tumble head over heels into nearby bushes.

Spitting out some leaves, you laugh heartily at the sight of Huan pulling his young master out from the bush and licking his face ardently. 

“Huan!” Celegorm laughs, trying to push the excitable hound off of him. “No fair!”

“Looks like Huan wins,” you declare, picking yourself up and brushing the twigs and leaves from your clothes. 

“No, I think we need a rematch…” Celegorm grumbles, picking a large twig from his hair and chucking it for Huan to chase. 

Your stomach growls loudly in response and Celegrom raises an eyebrow and snorts.

“Hungry?”

“Starving!” You reply dramatically, rubbing your stomach in tiny circles. 

“You should come over to my house for dinner,” he suggests enthusiastically. 

“Your parents won’t mind?” you ask with a skeptical brow. 

Celegorm scoffs with a wave of his small hand. “I’m one of seven brothers, they won’t even notice!” 

“Alright, lead the way!” you reply and begin following your new friend and his faithful hound through the woods, with a lively spring in your step. 

There is a brief lull in conversation between you as you make your way through the woods, the tentative quiet of two new friends unsure of what to talk about next. 

“You’re one of the Vanyar aren’t you?” Celegorm asks, looking over his shoulder briefly as you both duck under a low branch.

“A Minyar, yeah.” You reply, gently correcting him with your preferred title. 

“My brother, Kanofinwe, is a really good singer. Can you sing? ” he asks, hopping on a low stone wall and walking along it with his arms outstretched. 

“Of course I can,” you chortle at his absurd question. “Listen to this!” 

You clear your throat playfully and begin singing some practice vocal scales, slow and lilting, nothing too fancy. Pausing briefly, Celegrom narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but you hold up a finger in response. As you do, a choir of countless birds hidden among the trees join your song, repeating your scales precisely.

“Wow…” Celegorm marvels as his eyes survey the trees and you give an exaggerated bow. “Neat trick Songbird!” he teases playfully, hopping off the wall. “Come’on we’re almost there.” 

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The path to the grand estate wound through meticulously maintained trees, all in full bloom, their vibrant petals drifting playfully on the breeze. You skip along the smooth white stones that line the way, following close behind Celegorm and Huan, catching some of the petals as they float past. 

Nearing the ornate double doors, you hear a thunderous crash followed by heated voices and…music? Celegorm gives you a mischievous grin and opens the doors with a dramatic flourish. 

Inside, the home is stately but warm and decorated with breathtaking tapestries and lifelike sculptures. Your mouth immediately begins to water as the smells of honey roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafts by. Your reverie is quickly dashed, however, as the unrelenting sounds of a rowdy quarrel intensify, accompanied by a lively tune played on the harp. 

“He’s cheating! I know he’s cheating Nelyo!” A dark-haired boy shouts, his face burning red as he thrashes against the hold of an exceptionally lanky elven youth. 

“He’s clearly just trying to provoke you, Moryo…” Maedhros replies, giving an exasperated sigh, as he holds his younger brother back with ease.

“It’s not my fault you’re terrible at this game.” The smallest of the boys replies with a cheeky grin, placing the game board back on the table with meticulous care. 

“Kurvo…” Maedhros gives Curufin a withering look, then turns to the corner of the room where another elf sits steadily plucking a tune matching the turbulent energy of his siblings. “Would you mind terribly Kano?” 

“Hmm?” The music stops as Maglor looks up meeting his older brother’s pleading gaze. With a sigh, he changes the tune to something more tranquil. 

“If I let you go, do you promise not to murder Kurvo?” Maedhros asks Caranthir, loosening his hold marginally. 

“...Yes.” Caranthir replies through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at a chuckling Curufin. 

“You’re a terrible liar Moryo!” Celegorm hollers from the doorway, directing all the brothers' attention to you both. 

“Who do you have with you, Turko?” Curufin asks, his sharp eyes migrating from Celegorm to you, his interest peaked.

“Oh yeah, this is….um, Songbird.”

“Songbird?” Caranthir asks skeptically. 

“Typical Turko, did you even ask her name?” Maglor sighs with a playful smile. 

You giggle and introduce yourself properly with a respectful nod. 

“Please forgive my brother’s manners, our parents found him in the woods. Poor thing was raised by wild boar.” Maedhros teases, freeing Caranthir from his hold.

“Knock it off, Nelyo, I was not…” Celegorm huffs, crossing his arms. 

“Come’on, I’m sure dinner’s ready.” Maedhros ruffles Celegorm’s hair and leads you all towards the dining hall. 

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As you enter the grand hall, Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir rush forward, shoving each other to reach the table and the food first. 

“Boys! There’s plenty of food, no need to instigate a riot.” An elegant woman scolds from the end of the table. She is tall and lithe with beautiful red hair intricately braided with fine jewels. Her eyes are sharp as she watches her sons, but there is a glint of amusement as well.  Next to her are two tall enclosed chairs, each holding a pair of identical red-headed toddlers, squirming with delight as they chuck bits of food at each other. 

You take a seat between Caranthir and Celegorm, who is already stuffing his face with roasted meat, periodically exhaling forcefully to ease the burning sensation. 

“Turko, are you going to introduce your guest?” Nerdanel asks, her mouth quirking into a playful smile as she wipes one of the twins' mouths gently with a cloth. 

“Oh yeah! She’s a new friend I met in the woods today with Huan. Her name is, err- ” Celegorm chokes a little trying to swallow his food too quickly. 

Maehdros sighs and takes over introducing you to their mother. 

“Be welcome, we’re happy to have you. Please make yourself at home and excuse Turko’s table manners…he was raised by wild boar, you see.” Nerdanel scrunches her nose at Celegorm, who groans and throws his head back against the chair. 

“Amilyë…” 

Tucking into your food, you begin to feel more at ease and your posture relaxes completely. There is a notable warmth among the family surrounding you, full of spirited banter and easy laughter that feels utterly contagious. 

Just as Maglor finishes asking you your opinions on a notable Vanyar musician, the double doors at the other end of the dining hall swing open and a tall figure emerges, walking briskly with a measured gait to where Nerdanel is sitting. He leans over to kiss her, his intense gaze softening to tender adoration. 

“Apologies for my tardiness Arimelda, I was–”

“Consumed by your labors husband?”  Nerdanel interrupts, gently wiping a spot of soot from his cheek. He leans into her touch briefly with an amused smirk before turning his attention to the table, surveying his sons with a rare unguarded fondness. That was until his sharp gray eyes lock on you, and do a double take. 

“Wife, perhaps I was away at the forge too long… I don’t recall us having a daughter.” Fëanor teases, earning a playful swat from Nerdanel, who introduces you properly. 

“Welcome to the House of Fëanor child.” 

[somepinkthing]

maedhros: kano... am I ugly?

maglor: nonsense! I mean, looking at you right now, you're the most beautiful elf in the world!

fingon: turo am I ugly?

turgon: very much.

[leucisticpuffin]

Maglor quite forgot about putting us to bed on New Year’s Eve. He shut himself in the music-room, trying to drown the fireworks out by weaving them into song: erratic, spiralling melodies split apart by sudden and thunderous percussion. The cats hid under my bed, cowering away from the noise. “It doesn’t feel like a new year,” I confessed, as the sky broke open in a shower of pink and orange and gold.

we will make this place our home - Chapter 85: It's New Year's Eve, and something is up with Maglor.