#asdkjalkhalfdjlk I LOVE THIS

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In the Maglor-has-a-son 'verse, combined with both the cousins and the two OC daughters of Maglor 'verses you've come up with - well. It occurs to me that if you toss Celebrimbor in there, you have seven grandchildren of Feanor. (Seven grandchildren. Seven sons. The years roll and the wheel turns, and stories loves a pattern.)

Caladion does not expect to have more siblings. He does not expect for Ruiniel to toss him over her shoulder in front of all the other smiths and carrying out of the designated smithing area to plop him in front of two women and the rest of his cousins and he most certainly does not expect for one of the women in front of him to be silent.

The Song does not join in harmony. It slides off of the dark, curly haired woman in front of Caladion like water falling from a seals back.

It’s annoying. The Song shouldn’t act like that. Everything is a Song. Everything sings.

This woman doesn’t. It puzzles him. It puzzles the ghosts on either side of him. Caladion remains silent and listens.

The table is silent as Caladion and the two women seize each other up.

Caladion makes the first move. A single note breaks through the air and coaxes Song from the woman. She does not speak. The Music does not come from her lips but from her soul as it stumbles and falters and reaches a harmony with the Song around her.

“Oh,” Anordil says and that’s her name, that’s his sister, “What - Why is everything so loud?” She turns toward the silver haired woman with scars on her lips as if to ask for help. “Is it always like this?”

“Most of the time,” the silver haired woman agrees, “You get used to it.”

Anordil groans.

Saeleth can’t help but laugh.

“Aw shit,” she cackles and Huan boofs disapprovingly, “Caladion, what did you do!” Saeleth pauses for a moment and studies Anordil. “Wait I know you.”

“No you don’t,” Anordil’s response is immediate, “You know nothing.”

“You’re the one that brought that stupid mortals keep down around him!”

Calemir and Ruiniel share a look.

Celebrimbor turns his head to the sky and despairs.

Caladion sips his wine with his forge gloves still on.

The other woman - Caladion’s sister the Song swirls around her like a sheathed weapon - shakes her head.

“Was that the time you almost got married?”

“He tried to marry me,” Anordil corrects, “I said no.”

“Rather adamantly it seems,” Ruiniel crosses her arms across her chest as she speaks. She looks mildly impressed. No small feat considering who and what Ruiniel is.

“Linavron brought an entire city to ruin! I think I can get away with destroying a keep or two!”

The table turns their gaze toward Caladion’s other sister.

Linavron sips her wine delicately.

“It was a city of slavers and other such things,” Linavron says with no ounce of regret in her voice, “They deserved it.”

Ruiniel blinks as if several dots connected.

“That city in south-east - Mor - the rebellion that was sparked - that was you?”

Linavron looks Ruiniel in the eyes.

“It was needed.”

Ruiniel tosses her head back and laughs.

Linavron turns her attention to Celebrimbor who doesn’t look uncomfortable but wary.

“I won’t turn your city upside down,” Linarvon says. She pauses a moment before adding. “Unless you need me to.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Celebrimbor says dryly and he reminds Caladion of Curufin in that moment, “I’ll think about it.”

Calemir shakes his head.

“I’m too old for this.”

The table pauses and everyone’s attention shifts to the two women who joined them.

“Who has seniority?” Calemir asks innocently.

Neither of them are expecting Anordil and Linavron to share a look.

Linavron shrugs.

“I remember the Sun rising for the first time,” she offers, “I suppose that makes me the oldest after Lord Celebrimbor.”

“Just Celebrimbor,” the man in question corrects, “We’re family.”

#maglor has a son au #asdkjalkhalfdjlk I LOVE THIS #anyway i also must add that this would be a totally deviation from canon #because the moment the others sense tyelpe in trouble shit is gonna go down #the moment Sauron oversteps his boundaries and attempts to harm tyelpe the others are on him #the cousins: let us be feral #gilgalad: no #the cousins: we’re gonna do it anyway. #gilgalad: then why ask for my opinion #the cousins: it would have been nice to have permission