I just read a fanfic and I'm curious, what do you think of the theory that Ivárë is a name for Maglor in the Third Age and beyond?
I think it's great! As I realised researching the Maglor Bio for SWG, it was around when Maglor became a singer in Tolkien's imagination that Tolkien literally crossed out Ivare and wrote Maglor in the margin of the Lay of Leithian manuscript. This text also curiously refers to Maglor/Ivare in present tense, very much highlighting the aspect of continuity between the legends and today and the singer of old who still laments on "far forgotten beaches". It's a very apt pseudonym for Maglor!
au in which maglor, daeron, and extremely minor canon character ivare have made it to modern times and become influencers and have an ongoing rivalry as to which of them is the best musician. they have a decent overlap in terms of fans and whenever they do a collab (which is surprisingly often given that they live across the world from each other) they inevitably devolve into talking about "the good old days" and the fans are just trying to figure out whats happening
Maglor, Daeron, Ivare, Elemmire and Tinfang need to get together in a literal five man band and call it the Top 5, because they’re literally the top five elven musicians of all time.
Characters: Daeron, Maglor, Ivárë, Original Female Avar Character
Tags: Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Very Old Gays, Songs of Power, Humor, Family Feels, Maglor Through History, Daeron Through History, Climate Change, Climate Grief, Activism, Starts Funny Gets Kinda Serious
Summary: An elf child of mysterious origin with a gift for Song shakes up Daeron and Maglor's quiet retirement from the problems of Men. Then she shakes up the world.
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Snippet below the cut...
The sun was scorching on Maglor’s bare arms. He’d gotten more sensitive to the heat and cold as the millennia wore on, but the heats and colds had also gotten more extreme, no matter what part of the world they planted themselves in for a decade or two. He and Daeron had both noticed it long before the Atani started talking about it. Daeron (while he was teaching physics, of all things — he claimed the science was little different from music) had pushed for the publication of Eunice Foote’s paper on the warming effects of atmospheric carbon dioxide on the climate. When was that? Over a yén ago, at least. Well, surely these Atani would figure it out soon. It was strange, though, how they seemed to be operating on Eldarin timelines with regard to this one thing.
He knelt down and fit a straw hat on Ivárë’s head.
She tried to shove it off. “No! This hat is so old.”
Maglor sighed and tied it under her chin. “It’s fine. It was handmade, you know, by a good friend of ours.”
“And how long ago did they die?” She pouted.
Taken aback, Maglor’s mouth fell open. When had Giselle died? At least fifty years ago. He supposed that was quite a while ago.
“Lirulinda,” he said, cupping her chin. “You should be more sensitive about dying.”
“Hmph.” She stomped and spun on her heels, kicking her shoes off on her way into the surf.
Maglor sat down on the seawall and watched her splashing in the water. He hadn’t talked to her about the incident at the school yet. Based on the Principal’s report, he could guess what she’d been up to and it was difficult to fault her for it. Using a Song of Power to help her classmates get along. He would never understand how such pure-hearted, kind children kept ending up in his care.
