#wanderingmaglor

[ardaisms-blog]

What the actual fuck?

Glorfindel, at all the Finweians, all the time.

[thegreatestsmith]

@wandering-maglor // continued

Maglor sat curled in the dry shower of the upstairs bathroom, an empty bottle of pills beside him. He was tired. Aulë’s words barely reached him through the heavy haze that clouded his head, dulling his senses and leadening his limbs. He was nauseous, and moving even to look up at the older man seemed like too much effort–In truth breathing was beginning to feel like too much effort. He just wanted to sleep.

“Why are you here?”

“I live here,” he reminded Maglor, stepping slowly into the room and edging toward the teen. Not knowing how much he had taken, or what precisely, he was careful not to shock or startle him, praying that Maglor’s symptoms were closer to lethargy than violence. Recognizing that his breathing was becoming labored, he knelt beside the shower, wrapping an arm around Maglor’s chest and helping him to sit up and stretch out his lungs. “Take deep breaths.” 

[annatarlordofgifts]

@wandering-maglor // continued 

Maglor kicked and flailed, craning his neck in an attempt to bite his assailant.

“Let go of me you foul worthless trailer!” He shrieked, “Get your hands off of me! You’re nothing but a revolting useless lackey! You and your master will rot in the void!” Insults rolled acidically from his tongue as he fought, fury twisting his face until he was nearly unrecognizable. Maglor was caught, but he’d be damned if he let himself be taken without a fight.

Annatar laughed, shrugging off Maglor’s blows as though it were nothing more than a moth. “Stop fighting me, dearest Songbird. I can see that you are tired and alone, and I’ve a camp with a warm fire and plenty of food. Perhaps you could join me for dinner?” 

He tossed the elf over his shoulder, setting off toward the abandoned dwelling he had turned into a home. The idea of living in an elven settlement would have disgusted him, but it had a functioning forge, and that he could not live without.

[ofsirion-blog]

@wandering-maglor // Gil and Mags in time out

“Our burning eyes?” Maglor repeated, looking aghast for a moment before burying his head in his hands, obscuring any facial expression. He wanted to scream, he wanted to loom over the younger elf with all the intimidating presence that he had mustered during his brief period as king. Instead he lifted his head again, sneering.

“I imagine that you believed that we had nothing more pressing to do than hunt down spoiled children?”

“Burning with the souls of those you had already taken,” he replied evenly, meeting his cousin’s eyes and feeling a flash of annoyance at his herald for insisting they attempt to ‘play nicely.’ 

“I did believe that, for a time, but then it quickly became apparent to me that you were far more interested in leading them astray in the woods than you were in devouring their souls. Perhaps it was the light of their lost lanterns that lit your eyes.” 

[annatarlordofgifts]

@wandering-maglor // continued

Maglor hissed, pressing himself up against the cold stone wall of the abandoned fortress. He had been Annatar’s prisoner for a few weeks and though he had grown accustomed to the other’s cruelties and manipulation he was by no means immune to them.

“I think not.” Maglor replied, forcing kingly composure to cover the terror that he felt rising in his chest. "Perhaps you will find more satisfaction in leaping from a cliff. You should try it.”

“Oh?” he asked, running his fingers through Maglor’s soft hair, loving the way the soft light reflected on the ebony strands. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Although, I’m afraid I haven’t any children for you to take once I’ve jumped, but I suppose I could go and fetch - oh what is his name, the one that didn’t die of old age - Elrond.” 

He smiled, tugging Maglor’s hair playfully. “That would be a fun reunion, do you not think?”

[ardaisms-blog]

@wandering-maglor // continued

Maglor looked at the wrapped gift, then glanced back up to Aulë, then back down at the gift again. Carefully he reached out to take it from the older man, a bright light of curiosity shining through the fog of apathy that had clouded his mind for so long.

“What-” He broke off, surprise making him stutter “What is it?”

He was tired of watching the teen mope about the house with nothing to do, and he knew that returning Maglor to his hobbies would only help him to recover faster. “Open it and see,” he urged, a smile coming to his lips. 

[ardaisms-blog]

@wandering-maglor // continued

Maglor hesitated for a moment before the dizziness struck him again, making him stumble. Wavering slightly he moved closer to Gil-Galad, leaning against his younger relative. Depending upon Erenion wounded his pride but Maglor was wise enough to recognize that his pride should not be his highest priority–least of all at this particular moment.

Breathing shallowly Maglor brought his hand up to his face, letting scarred fingers brush across fevered skin.

“Why are you helping me?”

He paused at the question, stopping to brush hair off Maglor’s flushed forehead, catching the other’s hand as he did so and feeling the silken scars beneath his hands. 

“Elrond is away,” Gil-Galad said after a moment’s hesitation. He suspected that was why Maglor had wandered so close to Lindon, even if he had done so unconsciously. “He would not forgive me if something happened to you in his absence.” 

He wrapped his arm around Maglor, taking some of the older elf’s weight onto himself. “Will you allow me to take you into the city, or would you prefer to remain outside her walls?”

[ardaisms-blog]

🍼(for Glorf)

Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby // Accepting

Glorfindel is scared of kiddos 2k17.

KANAFINWE DID YOU STEAL MORE BABIES

Glorfindel hadn’t expected the second son of Feanor - it was Makalaurë that sang, wasn’t it? suddenly he wasn’t sure - to approach him unbidden, and he was even more surprised to find that a small child had been thrust into his hands. Was it common among the Sons of Feanor to hand their siblings to elves they barely knew? Glorfindel supposed that perhaps they knew he was a friend of their cousin, but still, this seemed rather foolish.

“Ah, may I help you?” he asked nervously, looking down at the red-faced and decidely rather constipated looking child.