#please imagine your soggiest most pathetic most malnourished maglor here

[aran-morinorea]

Hi this is all great :) Can I have more co-ruling Mordor for fun and aesthetics AU? :)

Wait. Wait, “Are you trying to take me to Celebrimbor as a centennial present?”

“Yes!” I tell you, this bastard somehow sparkled like it was laughter, and said, “I thought a tearful reunion with a long-lost family member would be a good gift.”

And then his face went suddenly almost-serious again, and he laid a gentle hand on my shoulder - not appearing to notice me trying to prevent it - to ask with soft menace, “Are you going to be a good gift?”

[aran-morinorea]

The Worst Road Trip please!!! I want to know how Maglor is dealing with the world's worst nephew-in-law lol

Ok so the two things I've posted in this one so far are just from completely random times, so here's the actual beginning:

Before we start, I want you to take a moment. Imagine Maglor. Second Age Maglor, sad and alone. Imagine he has been rained on recently. I want, in your mind, the soggiest, most malnourished, most pathetic Maglor you can manage. That’s the Maglor being described here, by a significantly healthier and more confused Maglor some time later.

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So there I was, minding my own damn business among the scrubby cliffs on the coast of Forlindon, definitely paying attention to my surroundings, when some guy said from directly behind me, “Are you Makalaurë Fëanárion?” like we were at a party under the light of Laurelin and a meddling cousin was sending strangers to jumpscare me.

Naturally I turned around extremely gracefully and replied in Sindarin at a very normal volume, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”