MacalaureFeanorion

Just your average relic of an aincient race long-forgotten, cursed to roam the earth in sorrow until the end of time.

[alyaofthenumenorians]

Oh No!

By some tragic twist of fate, you have obtained a silmaril! And even worse- the sons of Feanor are tracking you down as we speak!

What do you do?

Hand it over and hope they won’t keep the kill-whoever-holds-it part of the oath

I must hide it from them! They’ll never guess where it is!

Drop it and run

Grab it and run

Give it to someone else who actually knows what their doing

Throw it into a volcano

Throw myself into a volcano

Throw me and the silmaril into a volcano

Shineh

Voting ended onMar 15, 2025

[oathboundpoet]

Abandonment

I used to dream of my lost brothers

Or see their faces in the hills

Only to wake at empty shore

And remember that they never will

Now I no longer see their eyes or

decieve myself that they still live

And I do not know which hurts me more

torment or abandonment?

The world around me turns to ash

As men rise up to take their place

And only I am left to sing

of a long-forgotten age

They learn and bulid and live their lives

unshadowed by my somber hymn

And die at peace

leaving me

Wishing I could follow them.

[oathboundpoet]

Hello, Lord Maglor!

I recently did a poll relating to a writing project asking fans of The Silmarillion what they think your opinion of rap music would be, but now that I know that you have your own blog, I think it would be better to ask you directly: What are your thoughts on rap music?

On a different note, I know that I don’t speak for the entire human race, much less all the children of Eru, but you should know that at least one forgives you of your past deeds.

Thank you. I know not what else to say in the face of such profound kindness. Valar guide you, elf-friend, and although I may never find solace in the Undying Lands, I will find it in your forgiveness.

As for your question, I find rap music a rather… multifaceted median of art. I have no love for its discordant nature, and have certainly never felt the desire to preform one of the numerous modern dances it is coupled with. However, I do suppose that the lyrics of rap are altogether a diffrent story. Some are egotistical, true, or even… promiscuous, but others I find quite emotionally compelling. Prehaps these rap writers are more displaced poets than singers in an era that does not favor that aincient forms of art. Their music mirrors the nature of the lives of men; fiery, emotional, and fast. But whatever I think of them, they are artists. In that way, I can find kinship with them.  

[oathboundpoet]

Hello my lord. We are happy to see you alive. How are you and what do you do for live (like, what kind of job)?

Hello, friend. You could say I am faring rather well today, in comparison to the other days, although the screams of my fallen kin seldom leave me. My ‘jobs’ are rather inconsistant. I typically take up work in a fishing village for a couple decades every century, before vanishing back into exile and playing my harp by the ocean. The world of men wearies me, and I fear that I would only fade were I to take up any permenant residence. Yours truly, Maglor.

[thetiredprometheus]

For @maedhrosmaglorweek day 5: artists

Maglor is still alive in the 21st century and he's. still. singing. the. fucking. Noldolante.

[virtual-dragon-almond-bakery]

I once heard him sing

[oathboundpoet]

And I thank you for listening, friend. Not many remember my brothers.

[n0-n1c]

listen. this man canonically wrote a sad song about the first kinslaying. which he took part in

[oathboundpoet]

…It was a commission.

[oathboundpoet]

The Undying Story

The moon 

Wanders through both day and night

The stars 

Flit by in silvery flight

The shores 

Erode and grow each day

Only I have yet to change.

My soul

Is torn with crimson wounds

My song

Is scribed in aincient runes

But for the sea

My heart is blind-

Yet still I am

Untouched by time.

Undying songs

Are on my lips

And from my hands

Their blood still drips

Though I have long since

Lost all my glory

Fate won’t let me

Forget my story

[oathboundpoet]

Dearest Mortals,

My name is Macalaure Feanorian, although I understand that many of you know me by the name of Maglor of the Noldorian Elves. I was surprised to learn of this at first, given all my years of wandering the shores of middle-earth, (Now modern earth.) I was rather shocked that any of you remembered me at all. But apparently fate was not so kind as to forget my crimes. If you would like to know how I came to be on your ‘internet,’ I will inform you that it was reccomended to me by a mortal. I intend to use this account as an outlet for my poetry and laments. I would also like to instruct you in the ways of my art. However, I would be honored also if you desired to have interaction with me. Prehaps it would do me some good. The world could use one or two more elf-friends, after all.