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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Unforgivable

Maglor x reader

Request: Oh oh, can I have some angst with my baby Maglor. I know this troupe is overdone but I love it so, a Maglor x fem! reader where he departs Valinor and leaves his wife behind. Maybe he begs her to come along? I'm excited to see what you'll create, thank you 💕💕 - Anon

A/N: Oh boy did I enjoy writing this! As you said, I wanted to take a different spin on the usual troupe and make it a lot darker. Our magpie is far from sweet and charming here. Turned out his skillful voice has other usage aside from singing.

Warnings: manipulation, Maglor being cunning and deceitful, mentions of blood (lots of times because it's a kinslaying), weakminded reader, heavy angst

Words: 1.1k

Synopsis: Vows were never meant to be broken and Maglor would ensure you fulfilled yours.

“So you’re not following?”

“Why should I? I don’t have a reason for needing to leave my home behind.”

“…So you’re simply going to forget about us then? All the promises we made!”

Falling silent, you knew he was right. You gave him your words, your vow, on your wedding day. It wasn’t the first time he dangled them over your head like some unforgettable prized object. As his spouse, it was your duty to follow him until the end, to stand at his side through all his rights and some wrongs. You were a married couple, and a relationship was hard work in progress— always learning about one another as time flew by. So, this was simply another hurdle in your life you needed to overcome. All he was doing was motivating you and providing the missing support to win. Once again, he was proving to you that you needed him, you couldn’t survive on your own without him. He was your stability.

“Makalaurё, I…I—” you bit your lips as you felt the tears growing the building pressure. His stare, erratic breathing, the crimson coating his silver blade which twinkled under the torches, his sternness, his everything. It all made your heartstrings tug towards guilt. How could you possibly tell him you didn’t need or want to be with him anymore?

We are soulmates Y/N, you can’t be without me. We have to be, so come with me.

Gasping as you heard his voice in your head being whispered like a dainty flower dancing in the spring breeze, you looked up to meet his hopeful eyes glowing in the dark. While they appeared hopeful to you, underneath was a loose and crazed nér. A nér that was ready and capable of dragging you off whether you wanted to come with him or not. He couldn’t be without you, not when you were his entire life and the air that he breathed. You walking away meant death for him and he wasn’t ready for that. There was an oath to fulfil.

“Makalaurё, I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to leave Araman behind,” you begged in accordance to reason with him. Your throat was closing up as though wire was wrapped around it, tightening with every second you doubted.

Shaking his head and stepping forward, his bloodied right hand reached out to touch your clean, unblemished skin and tugged you closer. His grip remained on your upper arm, firm and secure, while his eyes blazed with the eternal flames. But those flames were doused by the coolness of his soothing fëa, brushing against your own. It felt like the cool rain on a spring day Manwë would bless the earth with. But you also saw the passion and his desire to have you with him at all times, and his voice portrayed the rawness, “Yes you do, me! You will never leave me, you are not to ever leave me. You need to be at my side, to keep me going. I will not leave you behind.” The growls and trembles in his tones raised the goosebumps on the back of your neck and down your arms. His words of passion and fire penetrated your heart and fёa unlike the many times before.

The hand that gripped your upper arm, trailed higher until it cupped your cheeks, sweeping a trail of blood across the perfect white you adorned yourself in. Moving in closer, he breathed in your scent of fear and stored it in the deepest parts of his memory. The sword in his left hand remained locked within his cold fingers as it rose to rest behind your back for a hug. Your face buried into his sturdy cerise armour, now being painted with the blood of the innocently fallen. “You know you need me darling…and you know I need you as well,” he cooed in despondency and hurt, but the tightening of his arms around your shoulders did not.

“Makalaurё…but my family, the people…”

“Shhh, worry not about them. Your family is us— you and I, remember? We’re married, you and I, that’s all that matters.”

You were still smaller than him. Noldor he was and ever so giant their race was, you felt like a child being consoled in his arms.

His melodious and poisonous voice poured into your ears and corrupted the very fibre of your being. Moulding your moralities and standards to match his and become dependent. It was like a spider leading it's prey into a web. . .of lies or the sweet honey bee being drawn in by the perfumed scent of a deadly flower, masked by it's beautiful parade. Standing your ground was never an ability you were capable of portraying, not when your sweet and loving husband was there to speak for you. He would take the lead as he always did, your knight in shining armour. Though, it didn’t matter if it was bathed in blood at the moment.

“…If I go with you, everything would be better and we’d be a family, right? No more killing?” peering up at him with your doe eyes, your tears brimming were your lashes.

Exhaling, he looked down at you and lifted your chin to meet his determined stare, “I promise. This was just an accident, you know we didn’t mean to do this. I told you before, I’m sorry, yes?”

You nodded your head once slowly, then twice before it broke out into multiple rapid nods. Feeling a tear cascading down your cheeks, you reached to wipe it away but he beat you to the action. Smearing more blood across your face, he removed the crystal that stained. “Okay. I just don’t want anything horrendous to happen again. We are leaving Araman for a better life,” you supposed.

Needing to complete your statement with the ultimate act of reassurance, he pulled away from you and dragged his crimson hand down to your wrist, tugging. Granting you the smile that you first fell in love with upon first sight, he tenderly pulled you along the flooded street of lifeless bodies to the docks. It appeared as though a tsunami plumaged the city and all along with it, destroying the stunning iridescent silver and pearls, the blues and green of the ocean and pinks of the sunset. Nevertheless, none of that mattered as Makalaurё led you through the streets with honey in his smile and the future in his eyes. “As long as you come with me, all that you wish for between us, will be. If you just follow me,” he artfully whispered.

You could have sworn you saw a halo around his head as he fed you hollow promises and guile. And you followed him with an optimistic, mindless beam, swaying along and dancing to the tune of his untruthful song. Like an aimless flower, swaying in whatever direction the wind may blow it, he carried you along. From the depths of the city to the root of the evil, he led you into darkness and misery; footsteps blindly trailing and leaving behind all good things to the greatest mistake you had ever made.

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matchasparrow · 3 years

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Exploration of a Maglor AU - part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Been thinking about a fem!Maglor AU lately, because Nerdanel deserves more representation in her flame-consumed children. (And come on, the Feanorians deserve one sister, I don’t care that seven sons alliterate better.)

It could either make a huge difference to the story, or not make a difference at all.

About half the Elleth in the House of Finwe stayed, and half left Aman. Fem!Maglor would have no doubt left as well, though there would have been quite a bit of guilt about leaving - Nerdanel would likely have pleaded for Maglor to stay, rather than just the twins.

Maglor is, canonically, more similar to Nerdanel than he is to Feanor, in that he too desired to understand minds rather than to control them. Fem!Maglor would be even closer to Nerdanel and absorb more of her influence, being the only other girl in the crazy-cozy-nest of fiery-tempered Feanorian boys.

Her loyalty being torn between her parents might lead to her having slightly more reservations about Feanor's mission, though she chose to follow him. It might prevent an involvement in the first kinslaying - or at least, she would stand aside with Maedhros at the burning of the ships. She is no less furious and vengeful about the death of Finwe and the theft of her father's jewels. But she would be more inclined to listen to Olwe's words and persuasion, or at least understand enough from his POV to not want to, you know, start killing the innocent Telerin at Aqualonde - whom she has studied and befriended over past few centuries.

Or perhaps she does, inevitably, stain her hands red in the chaos of the first kinslaying. Terror-stricken Telerin picked up the fallen swords of the Noldor, desperate to protect themselves and theirs. They may not know how to use it, but hard steel cuts all the same. It's kill or be killed. Maglor is a warrior, or she would be, by the end of the first age. She is a survivor. The fighting instinct is in her blood, just as much as the mighty song of power and the song of healing is. She fights back. She kills.

This guilt gnaws at her. It has gone too far - the road beyond will be darker and become more twisted, she realised, as she stared at the remorseless faces of her father and brothers. They are drunk on righteous fury, but she is too clear-sighted, too much of Nerdanel for that.

She does not swear the Oath. Does not swear to forgo love, nor law. Does not swear to everlasting Darkness.

Fem!Maglor does not get cold looks of betrayal from her family as much as Canon!Maglor would have gotten.

Though elves would scoff at the gender discrimination of humans, there is still some gender expectations in elven society, (though much more flexible than in human society) - you cannot tell me that her 6 brothers, (and Feanor) would not be relieved that their only sister - calm, gentle Maglor, who’s always there with a sweet lullaby or a Song of great tales to excite them - is going to be free from this damning burden.

I think this would change a lot of things in the story. Maglor will be no less involved in the fierce defence of Beleriand, no less a warrior or pillar of her family, no less in the regards of her brothers. She would be even fiercer, more desperate in the war against Morgoth - it’s not just about getting back the Silmarils or face damnation - it’s that if she does not defeat Morgoth and get the Silmarils - her brothers will either face everlasting darkness, or stain their hands and souls dark beyond recognition in their attempt to regain the cursed gems.

It’s even harder to thread through dirt and blood and fire to get the Silmarils and walk out relatively clean than it is to claw and dig through the curse of Middle Earth, careless of how much grime and red they will come out stained with.

I think having a free-from-the-oath Feanorian that’s desperately involved in the events will give a very interesting journey through the first age. Hopefully, it’ll give a Maglor different ending than the grieving elf that does not believe himself deserving of forgiveness and redemption, condemning himself to instead forever wander the shores of Middle Earth.

Light and purity and honour have a place in Tolkien’s world. So I hope this AU might too.

Stayed tuned for more of my fem!Maglor ramblings - and I’ll love to hear your thoughts on it too!!

Part 2 Part 3 ( the main part)

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