#while maglor is doomed to stalk its edge

[youareunbearable]

I always see these posts about Maedhros and Elwing, like yes both leap to their deaths clutching a Silmaril and I adore the foil allegories, but what of Maglor??

My tiktok feed has been playing that one fan Odysseus song, the "get in the water, or ill raise the tides so high all of Ithaca will die" song, and I cant help but just picture Maglor, at the ends of his rope, covered in Ambarussa's blood, the youngest son of Feanor again after spending an untold amount of time being the second oldest, just going still and deadly at Elwing

Hes no Luthien, no half Maia that can pluck at the threads of reality like one can a harp, but he is the best Singer of the Noldor, and depending on who you ask, of all of the First Born. One of the only Sons of Feanor with an affinity for water while the rest burn, but that doesn't mean he can't become a rolling boil.

Once the final breath of Ambarussa escapes their lungs, oh the Scream Maglor will have let go. Just as a drowning person will grasp at anything to keep them afloat, even to the point where they may drown their rescuer just to keep their head above the waves, Maglor’s scream PULLS

All the water surrounding this costal city would Lurch, would rush and flood and crash upon the city walls. The streets, already run red with blood, would become knee deep blood pools. These red rivers would part before him and his echoing dirge, his siren wailing, the bloody waves would lap at his feet with every step he would take up Elwing's tower.

He would corner her, eyes blazing with the same light that she clutches desperately to her chest, to her heart, and Maglor wouldn't care about the Jewel, he's already lost so much to it that if he held it himself he would just toss it into the waves anyways, let it sink to the black depths where it belongs.

No, Maglor would pin her on the balcony, block her exits so all she can see is the blood stained water seeping around his feet, inching towards her, and the furious roar and crash of the raging ocean behind. He would hum, a disarming little song, and the waves seem to surge upwards, reaching towards the tower balcony on beat. The spray of the waves would splatter across her back, would mist Maglor’s face, the salt of the ocean mixing with the salt of his tear stained face. He would look at her, dripping in water and blood, both of his brothers and his enemies, and he would sing one little line, a command more like.

"Get in the water"

#maglor #Silmarillion #elwing #silm fic #lotr #ANYWAYS u know me I love mae but ive been thinking about how it's not fair that Maglor #doesnt also get his grief despair wump #elwing throws herself into the waves and gets saved #while maglor is doomed to stalk its edge #i dont have my copy of silm rn csuse I packed it but its Ulmo that turns her into a sea bird right? #what if he did that because he knew that he wouldnt be able to save her if she touched the watet #maglor has such a GRIP on the water around sirion rn that even Ulmo would be unsure #if he could completely keep her safe #so he turns her into a bird right as maglors waves reach up and miss her by a breath #by a wing tip and maglor SCREAMS #look im fond of maglor becoming a crazed beach bum but i also like to imagine him just MURKING #all thr seagulls he can get his hands on Just In Case #elrond or his sons find him and theyre like Maglor Come Home and hes just RIPPING into a seagull #with his little circle of crabs around him and theyre like Oh Hum #amber rambles