Maglor Feanorian

Independent RP Blog Mun/Muse 18 + Slash/NSFW friendly, appropriately tagged Tolkien Verse Primarily, may consider AUs, OCs welcome however "Maglor, Macalaurë, Canafinwë - call me what you will. I am the only remaining son of Feanor, creator of the Silmarils; and I have suffered an eternity because of my choices."

[lsleofskye]

Norway - Geirangerfjord

[moretrashyrpmemes]

Flirting With A Significant Other Memes

Send one to…

✋️ - Slap my muse on the ass teasingly

🤚 - Have my muse slap your muse on the ass teasingly

😻 - Call my muse “kitten”

👻 - Show up in front of my muse in a sexy halloween costume…. in June

👄 - Kiss my muse’s neck

👐 - Hug my muse from behind as they make breakfast

🍓 - Share a single strawberry with my muse

😍 - Call my muse their favourite nick name

🤝 - Lowkey hold my muse’s hand

✍️ - Write a cute message to my muse on a note of paper

[rondo-tarmenel-archived-deactiv]

[ tuck ]

{MEME}  ・‥…━━━☆

     Whimpering, Elen laid quiet with heavy eyelids, chest raising softly as they looked up at their father; the cold had begun to seep into their bones. Small and skinny, it was no great surprise that they had fallen ill with the turning of seasons. A cloth soaked in cold water had been laid across their forehead, dark hair matting to their overly warm skin. They watched as Maglor entered, silver eyes closing in silence as they waited for something, a scolding of sorts for attempting to do as their brother had; play out in the fall weather with short tunics and breeches.      Rather than a scolding, Elen felt something soft and warm tucked in around them. Eyes still hazy they looked up hesitantly, sniffling,

     “A-Aatya?”

                                 ☆・゜・。@maglor-macalaure ・。・゜★

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor was surprised to see that the young elf was still awake - they had been fairly quiet since being tended to and put to bed earlier that evening. Elros, of course, was already asleep and snoring soundly - typical for the twin. He hadn't succumbed to the cold's effects as Elen had, so perhaps he was resting more comfortably.

Maglor had gone to check on his adoptive children and thus had discovered Elen's lack of sleep. A small grin barely twisted up the corner of Maglor's mouth as he tucked the edges of the thick blanket around the small form. His heart flooded with warmth at the whispered title, and he lovingly placed a hand on Elen's raven hair. "Elen, you should be dreaming by now. How are you feeling?" he murmured, silver eyes gently gazing.

[maglor-macalaure]

❝ Being called a friend is basically caring for one another. ❞

“You are right, of course. And I think we have become very good friends. And I… I do care for you. Very much so.” Perhaps more than he should, considering he was still lost in a world that was not his own.

[valasansi]

“Have you been to the library, or to the beach? I’ve given them permission to let you onto our private beach, so if you don’t mind my numerous nephews and nieces, it’s quite nice there,” Aren suggested.

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor’s eyes brightened at Aren’s mentioning of new places. “Ah, I have not been to the beach, or the library. I would love to peruse your family’s literature. I’m sure it is much different from my own people’s.” His face broke into a sudden smile. “Aren, are there children here? I would love to meet them… there are never many children where I am from.”

[valasansi]

The dragon nodded encouragingly.

“I’ve lost count of how many I’m uncle to,” Aren admitted, getting to his feet, “They will be in their lessons now, but I’ll take you to the library and we can meet them when they are done,” He enjoyed spending time in the library, too, “And then we can all go down to the beach. Can you swim?”

[maglor-macalaure]

It might have been impossible for Maglor’s smile to be any wider. “That will be wonderful! Children are always so refreshing to be around. They have a genuine innocence, and the ability to find magic in the simplest of things.” He was truly excited to meet so many young souls at once. When he had been around his own people, children would occur maybe once or twice every millenia. Elves simply did not reproduce like the other races. When once live for an eternity, there was no reason to have a child every few years. “Oh yes, I learned to swim at a very young age. I have fond memories of exploring beaches with my brothers.”

[valasansi]

He grinned.

“I’m sure you’ll like them- if you can keep track of their names! Come, it’s this way,” Aren led the way out of the room and down the stairs. The library was busy at this time, but people made way for the pair of them.

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor grinned back challengingly. "I had six other brothers and numerous cousins. I like to think I am skilled at memorizing names." He fell in behind Aren, eagerly thinking of the glee-filled souls he was about to meet. It had been many years since he had interacted with children - he hoped that he wouldn't seem stiff or strange to them. Singing to them always seemed to work if he was lost for words...

[maglor-macalaure]

(atalantelinde)(twin verse)(here have a drunken twin) *

//Oh my goodness yasssss

Macalaure froze in surprise, his backside still tingling from the rather harsh swat. He turned, definitely not expecting to see his twin standing there. A smirk twisted his lips as he rubbed his bottom. “Laurlelone, you brazen ass… you’d better run, because revenge is sweet!” He darted forward, aiming his palm for his twin’s backside.

[atalantelinde]

He grunted as each cushion hit him, dodging the ones he could and batting others aside with an intense furosity. “I did what I could to help you, to make sure Ammë and Atya didn’t see us, but you wouldn’t let it be!” he shouted, brow creased in frustration. He lunged forward and attempted to grab his brother around his waist before he could find something else to throw at him.

“You love me really!” He responded, not really catching onto the gravity of his twin’s words, “I love you Kano!” He darted back, but he was too slow, “You’re the best brother I have!”

They ended up in a tangled pile on the floor, Kano working fast to straddle his brother and pin his wrists tight to the floor. He was panting, half from the effort and half from the anger at his twin’s inability to act sensibly. At Asafinwe’s words, however, his fury seemed to lose some of its fire. “Of course I love you, As. You’re my brother.” He sighed, loosening his grip on Laurelone’s wrists. “But you get on my last nerve at times! Especially when I’m not in the mood for your games.”

The cheekiness in his eyes dimmed somewhat.

“I don’t mean to be annoying,” He replied sincerely, “I just want to have some fun. We have to be serious and sensible all the time, and it gets boring,” Laurelonë looked up at his twin pleadingly.

[maglor-macalaure]

Kano considered his twin’s words for a moment before nodding begrudgingly. “Yes, it does get boring. Especially when Atya expects us to sit quietly through those business meetings.” He straightened, brows raising in mock sterness, and slapped his brother playfully upon his cheek. “But I still don’t appreciate the spankings!”

[atalantelinde]

He laughed madly.

“I’ll bear that in mind!” As particularly hated the business meetings, having no interest in them whatsoever, “I’ll just find something else to do. Can I sit up now?” 

[maglor-macalaure]

Kano shrugged, sighing. "I guess," he muttered, rolling off to the side of his brother and plopping down on his back. "You know, I'd like to see you slap Nelyo in the arse. I bet he'd lop your head off."

[meludir-archive-deactivated2018]

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“It’s not important. It doesn’t concern you,” Meludir said, quickly hiding his bruised arm. He didn’t wish to be rude, but the issues within the Farodh were a delicate matter, and it would anger the clan if he were to speak of them to an outsider

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor hesitated for a moment, sensing that this was a topic that should be left alone. But his morality and compassion caused him to pry further. "Forgive me... I am only looking after your wellfare. If there is anything wrong, anything at all... I am here to listen."

[valasansi]

Don’t you dare!

I- I’m sorry. I just came to tell you that my father wishes to see you. Are you alright?

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor took a step back, shaking his head slighty and pressing a hand to his eyes. "Sorry, I... I was in another place for a moment."

[lsleofskye]

Burg Eltz | stefan.schwittek

[makebeliever]

  Elf Week: Elven Weapons by Atohas

[maglor-macalaure]

//I don't know if I'll do any replying tonight since I'm heading off to work, but I may be around lurking, reposting, or sending memes to people. ;)

[englishcottagedreams]

A secret gate to a walled garden at Rousham House, in Oxfordshire, England. (via To my secret garden by Peter Vangeen / 500px)

[bohemianweasel]

Sauron crowned (sketch for a future painting) and ‘A Dark Lord’s Progress’ (triptych) by Soni Alcorn-Hender. The triptych (with Melkor, Celebrimbor, and Ar-Pharazon) FULL big version here: http://bohemianweasel.tumblr.com/post/140475909088/sauron-triptych-dark-lords-progress-friend

[agameofclothes]

What Queen Dyanna Dayne Targaryen would have worn, Elie Saab

[maglor-macalaure]

//guys look at my new Smokey quartz! It's so mesmerizing!

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Touch my Muse in the gentlest way possible.

[maglor-macalaure]

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

[maglor-macalaure]

❝ Being called a friend is basically caring for one another. ❞

“You are right, of course. And I think we have become very good friends. And I… I do care for you. Very much so.” Perhaps more than he should, considering he was still lost in a world that was not his own.

[valasansi]

“Have you been to the library, or to the beach? I’ve given them permission to let you onto our private beach, so if you don’t mind my numerous nephews and nieces, it’s quite nice there,” Aren suggested.

[maglor-macalaure]

Maglor’s eyes brightened at Aren’s mentioning of new places. “Ah, I have not been to the beach, or the library. I would love to peruse your family’s literature. I’m sure it is much different from my own people’s.” His face broke into a sudden smile. “Aren, are there children here? I would love to meet them… there are never many children where I am from.”

[valasansi]

The dragon nodded encouragingly.

“I’ve lost count of how many I’m uncle to,” Aren admitted, getting to his feet, “They will be in their lessons now, but I’ll take you to the library and we can meet them when they are done,” He enjoyed spending time in the library, too, “And then we can all go down to the beach. Can you swim?”

[maglor-macalaure]

It might have been impossible for Maglor's smile to be any wider. "That will be wonderful! Children are always so refreshing to be around. They have a genuine innocence, and the ability to find magic in the simplest of things." He was truly excited to meet so many young souls at once. When he had been around his own people, children would occur maybe once or twice every millenia. Elves simply did not reproduce like the other races. When once live for an eternity, there was no reason to have a child every few years. "Oh yes, I learned to swim at a very young age. I have fond memories of exploring beaches with my brothers."