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[sauroff]

I just wanted to let you know that I love your art! It's so sweet and soft, I'm always happy when it shows up on my dash 😍

Thank you so so much ♥ It makes me really happy to know this :) Here, have a very rare happy Maglor sketch

[yellow-faerie]

Hi! For the pinned prompt list, could you do number 11 for Maeglin/Celebrimbor please?

Oh yes! I’ve seen a bit of these two around recently and I have really wanted to write something.

From this prompt list.

11 - “Come on, open the door. Please.”

The thing is, is Celebrimbor has never been stellar at emotions.

He's known for being the most emotionally competent of his family but that is no great praise when you know the Fëanorians.

And he doesn't know what to do when, halfway through their normal suppertime, Maeglin just freezes.

Celebrimbor doesn't notice at first and just keeps talking about his latest ventures in the forge until Maeglin's chair screeches on the flagstones.

"...and so - Lómion?"

Maeglin doesn't say anything, doesn't look up at Celebrimbor at all, just hurries from the room with a clatter.

The door swings shut with a bang and Celebrimbor blinks after it is shock.

“Lómion?” He asks again to the now empty dining room and then sets down his knife and fork to hurry after him.

Maeglin isn’t in the forge or their bedroom, nor can he be found in the kitchen or the office. He eventually resorts to asking Nibenaes, sitting with a book in the garden, if she had seen him leave the house but that was a dead end too.

Worried though he was, Celebrimbor had then admitted defeat and decided that when Maeglin was ready to talk about it, he would return.

It was at the three day mark with no Maeglin in sight that Celebrimbor began to reevaluate this decision.

“Oh you lost him?” Nibenaes sets down her tea mug and raises an eyebrow - Celebrimbor hates how she seems to have inherited the ability to raise only one from her father. “How did you manage that?”

“I honestly don’t know. I was just…talking about what I had been doing that day when he just stood up and left.”

Nibenaes wrinkles her nose. "I have...no idea what happened then. I'll tell everyone to keep an eye out but-"

She hasn't even finished speaking when there comes a rather despondent knock on the front door.

"Come on, open the door!" A very familiar voice calls out, sounding rather...excited of all things. "Please!"

Celebrimbor puts his own mug down and makes his way to the front door, sharing only a quick look of curiosity with his cousin before tugging it open.

And there stands Maeglin, drenched in what looks like pondwater and looking very worse for wear.

"Hi 'Brim," he says with an air of great contentment. "I found you a frog."

He reaches into the pocket of his oversized coat and pulls out a jar.

"You...got me a frog?"

Nibenaes laughs behind him and turns back into the kitchen.

"You said you wanted one. To...study. For that statue." Maeglin stares at him, the excitement on his face beginning to drain away. "Did you...not want one?"

"Oh, Lómion..." Celebrimbor feels his face grow into a grin. "I love you so much."

Maeglin blinks. "Oh...oh! Thank you?"

Celebrimbor laughs, mostly to himself, and drags Maeglin into a hug. "You're alright," he whispers and Maeglin sinks into the embrace.

[jengajives]

Hi! On the one hand, I love your modern au, on the other hand, I am super curious about the ancient Egypt au... So real dilemma here!

Hey so I wrote some more ancient Egypt AU just for you! And me. And everyone.

Part one

Part two

“So what you’re telling me is that Aredhel actually settled down and had kids?”

“No, not kids. Kid, singular. And I wouldn’t say settled down as much as she was trapped in an enchanted forest by her abusive husband, but yeah, you get the picture.”

They walked together along the the riverbank, Maeglin somewhat stiffly on ill-fitting legs, Maglor pretending a panic attack was not poised and ready to strike. He had to act like this was normal. Like he was happy to see this new addition to his extended family, and not the brother he had spent literally centuries waiting to talk to.

This was fine. Maeglin was great to talk to, too. Probably.

“I never actually met a Fëanorian before. Mom liked you lot, though. She talked about her cousins all the time- how much she missed the hunts and the rides. Father hated you.”

As he spoke, Maeglin gesticulated to an obscene degree, testing his new fingers. He seemed so amused by his own stature, the way the digits moved. It was probably normal for a long-bodiless soul, but it still gave Maglor a creeping feeling inside. Like he was watching a swarm of maggots manipulate the body like a hand puppet.

Maeglin was not very much like his mother. She had always been straight to the point, purposeful, determined to a fault. She never wound in circles with her words- always dutifully direct. Maeglin wasn’t like that. Maglor wondered if he ever would stop talking.

“Of course, Father hated all the Noldor. The Fëanorians were the worst in his mind, naturally, but all of them were bad news. He never forgave us all for showing up and ruining Middle Earth. ‘Invaders and usurpers,’ he used to say, ‘Nothing more than a ragged clan of honorless thieves.” Maeglin paused, again looking thoughtfully at his own hands. “I suppose he was right in the end.”

“I suppose he was,” Maglor agreed with gold and silver light dancing in his mind’s eye.

After spending so long in solitary silence, Maglor was surprised to find himself feeling nothing but relief to have a few moments respite from another person’s voice. Maeglin was quiet. He hadn’t stopped talking since he awoke, but now, staring at his lifeless human fingers, he finally shut his mouth.

Maglor tried to remember what he’d heard about Gondolin’s fall, but that was so many lifetimes ago now. The details were somewhat fuzzy. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Maeglin had had something to do with it. Houseless spirits were rarely innocent.

“How far is it to the Encircling Mountains?” Maeglin asked after a long pause. Maglor almost laughed.

“Gone.”

“What?”

“That’s gone. All of it. The world was broken in the war and it’s broken again a few times since. There are no Encircling Mountains now.”

“Wait, no-“ Maeglin began, then made a weird rattling sound that might have been meant as a choke. “It can’t be gone. What do you mean, gone?”

“The labs broke and the sea swallowed it. Everything is gone. The only kingdoms left are those of Men.”

“You mean there are no elves left?”

Maglor shrugged.

“Just me.” He glanced at the shuffling cadaver at his side, and hastily added, “And you, too, now.”

The thought of his only company for the rest of eternity being Maeglin made him visibly wince.

“I don’t think I count,” Maeglin said softly, stretching his death-stiffened muscles. “No wonder you wanted to see your brother so bad. It must be awful here. Just Men to talk to? Horrible.” He pulled a grimace, trying to play it off casually despite the anguish in his eyes. “I don’t like Men.”

The way he said it gave Maglor chills.

[strung-by-fate]

Celebrimbor in Eregion at Night

For the @tolkienrsb this year, I got to work with @ladygavroche . Their fic will be posted in the gallery once reveals begin.