#ofsirion

[wulfiestired]

👀 who is your favorite valar?

“That is a silly question.” Tyelkormo ran his fingers along the brand seered into his skin. “It is not a light thing to devote yourself to a Vala. I don’t regret choosing Orome.”

[wandering-maglor]

†

Maglor yelped in alarm and surprise as Gil-Galad lifted him from the ground, reaching to paw at the other elf’s arms in protest. “Ereinion!” He gasped. “What are you doing?! Put me down!”

[wandering-maglor]

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put + in my ask box for my muse’s reaction to finding out your muse is sick.

Maglor had heard whispers that Erenion had fallen ill but in those whispers there had been few details. It was rare for the health of the Eldar to fail and a tinge of worry had settled into Maglor’s mind. That worry had quickly transformed into a resolve to see his younger cousin, and so Maglor had made his way across the land and into Erenion’s bedchamber, determined to see for himself. 

[the-last-feanorian]

👀 who is your favorite uncle?

“Growing up I spent most of my time with Tyelkormo, Pityafinwe and Telufinwe, and they were great company, however I always looked forward to the visits of Makalaure. I am not so nearly as extroverted as some of my family and he understood and soothed me. But ah, I miss them all. Nelyafinwe could always bring a smile out of me even during my most dour of moods, and Morifinwe listened to me without judgement or punishment... I miss talking to him the most, I realize.”

[wandering-maglor]

✗

“Nothing Ettanu” Maglor replied, immediately of guard. 

Schooling his face into a neutral expression he looked Ereinion from head to toe, wondering if this meeting was a coincidence or a confrontation. The grief that plagued him still gnawed at the back of his mind but Maglor pushed it aside, for now was not the time to be caught off guard. “What business do you have with me?”