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juiceagainandagainandagain · 19 days

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christening post (please show up in tags I’ll vomit and cry)

#maedhros #maitimo #nelyafinwe #Nelyafinwë #russandol #Maglor #kanafinwe #Kanafinwë #makalaure #silm art #my art #digital art #silmarillion #the silmarillion #Tolkien #pixel art

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doodle-pops · 2 months

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Seconds Chances Are Worth Living For

Maglor x human!reader

Request: Hi can I request an fic (or onehsot) where a human finds Maglor wondering the beach where he threw the silmaril and they help him? - anon

Warnings: human!reader, light angst with happy ending/comfort, depressed and gloomy Maglor

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Nobody ever said second chances in life were easy, nor were changes necessary to bring them.

“Will you not come with me?”

His heart twisted painfully; your words lingered in the air like an unwelcome odour he desperately wished to dispel. Too often had these haunting words surfaced in his mind during the agonizing days of solitude. Too many times, he found himself yearning for them to materialize into reality, yet he remained resolute in his pride, steadfast against the prospect of accepting forgiveness. Deep within, he longed for the warmth of a fireplace, enclosed by walls of solace and finality—enough respite from the harshness of the ocean waves and the mournful cries of seagulls.

His posture, detached upon the rugged rocks, nearly melding into the static structure, remained unmoved. On the contrary, you stood unwavering before him, your gaze fixed upon his threadbare form draped in the remnants of shame and despair. It was a clash between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and you were determined not to be the one to yield. Whether it was destiny or the cosmic alignment that led you to his desolate presence on the shores of Forlindon, you were resolved not to depart without pulling him away.

Defiance surged through your veins as you continued to face his statuesque figure, yet you restrained yourself from encroaching upon his personal space.

“If you stay another hour, you may succumb to fatal illness,” you pleaded, voice above a whisper. A strong gust of wind roamed the shores, prompting you to curl your cloak around your shoulders tightly to your body. There was a faint chattering of your teeth as you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Please, there is a cabin not too far away from these shores. The least you can do is come with me for something warm to eat and drink, perhaps a warmer change of apparel?”

Maglor’s gaze stretched into the distance, fixed upon the horizon, while his fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if caressing an unseen harp. Murmuring unfamiliar words, too delicate for mortal ears to grasp, his lament echoed the sorrows of a bygone era when the world was in its infancy. This was the poignant scene that unfolded before you: Maglor, singing with a voice textured like sandpaper, tears encrusting his eyelids, lips weathered and parted, fingers weaving through the invisible threads of melody, and eyes reflecting a profound abyss of desolation.

In a single glance, your heart welled with empathy, and tears threatened to spill from your lashes. In a burst of compassion, you implored and beseeched him to find solace within the confines of your cabin, offering a glimmer of hope to bring an end to his eternal torment.

“Please,” –you stepped closer, dwarfed by his largeness despite his malnourished physique– “I’m not asking you to stay forever if that is what you believe I seek. I only wish to help you—”

“Why?” He spoke or rather, croaked!

“Well…” you fumbled, stunned at his ability to communicate after minutes of attempting to capture his attention. “Because it is the right thing to do.”

“Why?”

Flapping your lips like a fish and furrowing your brows to mimic confusion, you stammered, “W-Well, I mean—You shouldn’t be alone out here in the element…suffering. You deserve a warm bed and comfort.”

“Why?” You never imagined that reaching out to aid a person would become so difficult. Indeed he was proving to be an unmovable object, but you were willing to be that unstoppable force who spoke wisdom into him.

For a fleeting moment, your gaze descended from his lean countenance to the weathered rock upon which he perched, his nimble fingers still weaving through the breeze in search of a haunting melody. A serene ambiance enveloped both of you, juxtaposed against the impending unease hanging in the air. The turbulent seas clashed vehemently against the headlands and platforms, while the sky hinted at an impending tempest, prompting you to ponder earnestly on what he sought from you amid the impending cataclysm.

Rubbing your cheek to battle against the frost nipping at your skin, you pinched your lips, then scratched your head as though an oncoming headache was surfacing. “Because I want to help you and I believe you are in need of help. My mortal compass would not rest well knowing that I left someone out in the element to suffer when I could relieve some of it.”

“And…what if you are…” He never finished his words for his throat seized up on him, but they lingered in the air ringing obviousness to what he was conveying.

“Wrong? Then I will learn a life lesson to not trust strangers who are on the brink of death.” Releasing a chuckle as you crinkled your nose, you looked at him once more. “I rather spend my time helping someone in need of it instead of having restless days and nights knowing I left you to suffer. If I am wrong…—everyone suffers differently, the good, the bad and the indifferent. What matters is that I helped; what you choose to do after is your choice and path.”

For the first time since your encounter, his lacklustre gaze fixed upon your earthly form, shrouded in ebony. His eyes meticulously studied every nuance of your being, from the strands of your hair down to the contour of your chin, even discerning the intricacies of your skin that radiated vitality. It was a quality of his that had languished in purgatory for countless eons. Compelling his lips to part, his pallid complexion yielded, producing droplets of moisture that emerged, imparting a semblance of colour to his wistful countenance. “But…am stran…ger.”

Resisting the urge to physically shake him by his shoulder before being beyond complex, you huffed and widened your eyes, tears threatening to spill as your emotions swallowed you. “Yes, yes! I know you are a stranger! You could be a sea creature too for all I know, who crawled out the depths of the ocean to lament his sufferings to the surface world! But none of that matters because I know a suffering person when I see one because I too… Please, let me help you. Don’t…give up without trying. Let me help...”

Maglor drew in a slow, measured breath before exhaling. It felt as though some divine intervention, dispatched by the Valar to alleviate his torment, had arrived in the form of your unwavering determination. Perhaps the burden of his endless years wandering the shores had become too much for even the Valar to bear, prompting their counsel for his return. Alternatively, this could be yet another vivid dream, a product of years spent attempting to conjure solace. Regardless, it all seemed serendipitous.

Though he longed to inquire about his fate should he accept, the strength to articulate a single syllable eluded him. As his eyes locked onto yours in search of sincerity, he grappled with the duality of seeking both truth and deceit, yearning for the former.

Setting aside his infamous pride, swallowing it like a scalding-hot, white rod, a new chapter unfolded. The courage amassed since ancient days returned, instilling confidence in his actions. However, the lack of physical strength betrayed him, causing his legs to give way, sending him tumbling into the damp sand. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to weep at the transformation he had undergone and the shame he carried. Your arms delicately extended, encircling his waist, as he clung to your figure. From a once-great prince to a desolate wanderer in need of mortal compassion, Maglor held onto you as you struggled to lift him onto his feet, leaning his weakened body against yours.

“All is fine, I have you. Just walk with me, small steps and we shall get there safely and securely,” you softly reassured as you carried him towards a new beginning.

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Taglist: @lilmelily @ranhanabi777 @mysticmoomin @rain-on-my-umbrella @asianbutnotjapanese @batsyforyou @sakurayaxd @ladyenchanted @involuntaryspasms @stormchaser819 @aconstructofamind @addaigio @lamemaster @hermaeuswhora

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sauroff · 1 year

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Comfort Maglor in Valinor + cats

#maglor #makalaure #kanafinwe #silmarillion #makalaurë #kanafinwë #my doodles

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maedhrosmaglorweek · 5 months

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Maedhros and Maglor Week 2024 🌋🌊

Thank you so much to everyone who participated last year! Maedhros and Maglor Week will run again on February 18th-24th, 2024. This is a fandom event dedicated to exploring the relationship between Maedhros and Maglor! Fanworks of all kinds are welcome (see the Event Guidelines page for details!)

Prompts:

February 18th—Day 1: Treelight

February 19th—Day 2: Trust/Distrust

February 20th—Day 3: Himring and the Gap

February 21st—Day 4: Heroism/Villainy

February 22nd—Day 5: New Horizons

February 23rd—Day 6: Respite

February 24th—Day 7: Storytelling

You can also find a handy prompt schedule here and on the blog with some suggestions for inspiration related to each prompt!

Fanworks for the event can respond to one or more prompts (interpreted however you wish), or they can be totally unrelated to any prompt, as long as there’s a focus on Maedhros and Maglor. This event is inclusive of all iterations of their relationship: please respect everyone’s interpretations and creations!

Happy creating!

(Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash)

#maedhros #maglor #silmarillion #silm #the silmarillion #maemags #feanorians #kanafinwe #nelyafinwe #makalaure #maitimo #makalaurë #nelyafinwë #fëanorians #kanafinwë #maedhros x maglor #maemag #maedhrosmaglorweek

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joetamy · 1 year

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#Maglor #Makalaurë #Kanafinwë #Kano #Maedhros #Maitimo #Nelyafinwë #Russandol #Nelyo #Fëanorian #After the War of Wrath #Silmarillion #Silm #Silmarils #Tolkien #TheAngbandMuseum #Nelyo nelya-find-ing his way to that sweet escape

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lovefairymina · 3 months

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*Bites Maglor affectionately*

“Hey! I'm not food!” he exclaimed with a playful shout before latching onto your waist and pulling you onto his lap. His finger immediately dug into your sides, unleashing a horde of tickles while he planted small bites along your shoulder. “You should know better than to invoke the tickle monster, my love. Now, you must suffer the consequences!.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {maglor}#kanafinwë #maglor x you #maglor x y/n #maglor imagine #maglor #makalaurë #macalaurë #feanorians #house of feanor #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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finiel · 1 year

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macalaurë

#the silmarillion #silmart #silm #maglor #kanafinwë #macalaurë #fëanorians #finieldraws #my favorite bard and second favorite fëanorian <3 #something so jarring to me that he's one of the only brothers to canonically marry #hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy

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art-of-firefly · 1 year

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Maglor for the 6 11 characters fanarts

Pros of drawing in black and white: you are free to imagine whether it is red blood or black blood

#maglor #Kanafinwë #Makalaurë #feanorians #silmarillion fanart #the silmarillion #my art

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Maglor Rec List

🌊What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope

🌊Nowhere Man by lotrfan

🌊An Elf in the Woods by @admirablemonster

🌊And now each night I count the stars by @bloodwingblackbird

🌊As the Tides Flow by @kanafinwe-makalaure

🌊Consonance by @elesianne

🌊The Flowerpot Incident by @maglor-my-beloved

🌊Laughing All the Way by @polutrope

🌊A contest by @ettelene

🌊Home Through Shadows Journeying by @maglor-my-beloved

🌊Buttered Up by @polutrope (NSFW)

🌊Where no storms come by @arrivisting

🌊 Good night and good luck by @grundyscribbling

🌊 Hearken still unsated by @polutrope

This list has been brought to you by @tinnurin, @elennalore, Mel, @symbieote (please get me your handles because #team), and my own little person ❤️

(This post shall be amended in the future)

#og post #b2mem #b2mem 2023 #rec list #Maglor #makalaurë #kanafinwë #fic rec #challenge #mighty singer #sad boy #ocean cryptid #crablor #master manipulator

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caliawen · 6 months

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Pranks

Pairing = none

Genre = general audiences

General ratings = family fluff

Content warnings = none

Word count = 805

Notes = Hope you enjoy! The prompt was ‘siblings’ from @tolkienfamilyweek day 2!

“What are you both doing?” Mairafinwë’s voice sounded out, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Amrod and Amras froze as they looked at her like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t, before looking at each other.

“Nothing.” Amras said, giving his older sister a suspicious-looking smile, while Amrod nodded somnely. Mairafinwë raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, before she looked at what the twins were trying to hide with their hands.

A bucket full of burdock seeds was there, making Mairafinwë frown.

“And what do you plan on doing with those?” She asked, crossing her arms as suspicion came over her.

Amrod and Amras looked at each other, communicating silently with each other thanks to micro-expressions made with the twitching of their ears, the tightening of their lips and the movement of their eyebrows. After a little while, they both looked back at Mairafinwë.

“We’ll tell you if you promise to help us.”

Mairafinwë’s eyebrows raised and she pursued her lips, searching the eyes of her baby brothers intently. After a while, curiosity won her over and she reluctantly nodded. Ambarussa both grinned at her, hushedly asking her to come closer. She kneeled carefully on the ground, leaning closer to the both of them.

“You see, Tyelko put a bunch of squirrels in our room a few weeks ago.” Amras started.

“They ate some of our clothes and shit everywhere.” Amrod said, brow furrowing as he recalled the state of their room after that particular incident.

“Tyelko found that extremely funny. We thought we might make him pay us back.” Amras finished, grinning excitedly at the thought of getting ‘revenge’ on their older brother.

Mairafinwë hummed, remembering the incident clearly, where she had had to play peacemaker, holding the twins back from jumping on a laughing Celegorm. She also remembered the anger that had taken over her the day Celegorm put a bunch of racoons in her bedchambers and they had wreaked havoc upon it. Mairafinwë knew the feeling of being held back by an older sibling (an exasperated Maedhros, who was tired of Celegorm’s antics and a slightly amused Maglor).

Even if Tyelkormo was punished by their father and mother each time, he never ceased to play pranks on them, Caranthir and sometimes Curufin (one look from Maedhros served to dissuade Celegorm from doing any kind of mischief to him and Maglor… well, Maglor had multiple tricks up his sleeve).

Mairafinwë looked at her baby brothers and smiled.

“Alright you two. I’ll help you. What’s the plan?” She asked, grinning, feeling a bit giddy.

~~~

A few moments later, they were in Celegorm’s room, carefully picking burdocks and placing them on his clothes, bedsheets, pillows, blankets and carpet, giggling like children all the while.

“… what are you all doing?” Caranthir’s voice sounded out from the entrance of Celegrom’s bedchambers, making Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras freeze.

They turned towards Caranthir, Mairafinwë smiling sheepishly.

“… a trick?” She said, shrugging, making her younger brother raise his eyebrows, surprised at seeing her play into the twins’ mischief.

Caranthir looked at the three of them, then at the burdocks, before he seemed to recall every prank that Celegorm played on him, before slowly smiling. He left the room, a big smile on his face, as Mairafinwë, Amrod and Amras all giggled quietly, finishing up placing the burdocks before quietly leaving.

~~~

An hour later, as the three of them hung out in the library, they saw Caranthir pass by with a large chest. Amrod and Amras looked at each other, smelling mischief, before they called out.

“Carnistir? What are you doing?” Ambarussa asked, making their older brother turn to look at them. He smiled even as his cheeks were redder than usual due to exertion, his eyes twinkling.

“A ‘special’ delivery.” He responded, making his sister and youngest brothers look at each other before smiling.

“Can we help you?” Mairafinwë asked, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Of course. It would be greatly appreciated.” Caranthir said, grinning.

All three of them helped Carnistir transport the heavy chest to Celegorm’s bedchambers, chuckling quietly. Amrod and Amras let out gasps of delight when they opened the chest, a good hundred of frogs jumping out to hide in Tyelkormo’s room. Mairafinwë chuckled as they left, closing the door behind them.

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When at dinner time everyone was seated at the table except for Celegorm (he was almost always late when he went out to hunt with Oromë), the conversation was interrupted by a loud shriek coming from the blond brother. Fëanor and Nerdanel looked taken aback, Curufin frowned in curiosity while Maedhros rolled his eyes and Maglor tilted his head.

Mairafinwë snorted as Amrod and Amras couldn’t help but laugh, Caranthir smiling deviously as he savored his revenge.

Shrieks and screams could be heard throughout the mansion, as well as laughs and exasperated sighs.

End notes : reblogs and comments are always immensely appreciated!

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wansue-gm · 9 months

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It's late at night and I'm reading Silm Fix-it fics, so here's one ✨Pearl✨ of thought that just occurred to me:

The Silmarillion would come to mean something like, Son of the Silmarils, right?

And who was the one alive after all that tragedy, with conections to all the Silmarils, who wouldn't have been born if it wasn't for their existence and the wars fought for them?

Elrond (and Elros). He's the Silmarils' son - without the kinslaying of Doriath and Gondolin's destruction his parents wouldn't have met, without one Silmaril his grandparents wouldn't have married, without Morgoth's theft and the Noldor's arrival to Middle Earth Earendil himself wouldn't have been born.

All his three parents took one Silmaril for themselves to put it in their final places too, which makes it neat in my opinion and reinforces my belief that it all was so he and Elros were born, as their lines were instrumental to finally help vanish the last evil foe, making it so all that tragedy could really be part of the Song.

But this is just a ramble made from someone who knows very little of it so perhaps I'm just grasping. Or I'm not the first one who thought this and was evident for everybody else but me 😂

Sleep tight everyone

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juiceagainandagainandagain · 19 days

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skinning the children for a war drum

#Maglor #Kanafinwë #kanafinwe #makalaure #makalaurë #silm #silm art #silmarillion #the silmarillion #Tolkien #my art #digital art

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Dom! Maglor Would Include...

A/N: Everyone's favourite musical boy and for Cami and her favourite baby. Hope this helps your braincells get back on track :)

𑁍 First of all, Maglor is not a total submissive, to begin with, and he never was. He has no problem displaying himself as a switch, allowing you at times to have control and bask in your glory to direct yours and his pleasure as you desire and having the tables turned. He is willing to work both ways, but rather take the dominant lead most of the time; comes off as a top service.

𑁍 Maglor being a heavy dominant will become known when you’re acting up. As mentioned in my Brat Taming headcanons, Maglor is a mysterious brat tamer and only strikes when he believes you’ve done enough worthy of being punished. Eru help you when he decides that enough is enough and strikes.

𑁍 He becomes predatory; silent and dangerous, you never know what he’s going to come with and how intense his sessions are going to be. Just know that when you are finished, you are tired and have tapped out.

𑁍 The session is long and tedious, he has you tied up to the bed and sprawled out eagle style. You’ve been good to him so far by being vocal and that’s a start. His touches are fleeting as his slender fingers glide over your skin. The voice is low and inaudible.

𑁍 Any sound you were hoping to hear has been cut off from your senses. Maglor will even introduce a blindfold into the play. He adores manhandling you to hear your squeaks and squeals as he tosses and flips you about the bed. One minute you are on your back, the next, you’re on your stomach with your ass in the air.

𑁍 His voice hovers by your ear, ghosting the shell before he whispers some tantalisingly teasing words that make you whine and beg for him to stop and get on with it. It’s then you’ll experience the sensation of both Maglor’s skilfully gifted tongue and fingers. He has an oral fixation, so he’ll go down on you until you’re crying. It’s obvious that dacryphilia is a kink of his.

𑁍 When Maglor decides to display the rest of his dominance, he’ll be taking you roughly. Harsh thrusts that press you into the mattress as he pounds away. His grip on your body is firm and his dirty talking is phenomenal. You could orgasm alone from his voice.

𑁍 Maglor will have you gripping the sheets and begging for a timeout from the volume of hours he has you at his beck and call. Whether you’re on your hands and knees, your stomach or back or side, there isn’t a position he hasn’t contorted you for the entire night.

𑁍 He is a menace with it as well. Orgasm denial and overstimulation at the same time. For a session, he’ll deny you the right to cum while reminding you of every display you’ve put on before him acting bratty. He’ll hold you down and finger or fuck you before pulling away as you’re about to cum.

𑁍 His laughter will hauntingly echo in the background, mocking you and repeating all the bratty statements you’ve thrown his way for the past few weeks or months gone by. While you’re covered in sweat and crying for him to have mercy, it’s then he’ll grant you your wish, sending you into overstimulation.

𑁍 “Which is it darling, let you cum or stop?” He mocks while drilling you into the mattress the more you beg for a break. You’re caught in a mix of pain and pleasure; this elf is a sadist and a pleaser at the same time.

𑁍 A night with him during his dominant reign will have you experiencing the best pleasure you can imagine. You’re getting a mixture of everything.

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sauroff · 1 year

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The file for this one is literally called "Sad Maglor nº35". I could swear I have drawn this like 3 times before

#maglor #kanafinwë #kanafinwe #makalaure #makalaurë #silmarillion #my doodles

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maedhrosmaglorweek · 4 months

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One month until Maedhros and Maglor Week! 🏰🍷

Maedhros and Maglor Week will run February 18th-24th, 2024. This is a fandom event dedicated to exploring the relationship between Maedhros and Maglor! Fanworks of all kinds are welcome (see the Event Guidelines page for details!)

Prompts:

February 18th—Day 1: Treelight

February 19th—Day 2: Trust/Distrust

February 20th—Day 3: Himring and the Gap

February 21st—Day 4: Heroism/Villainy

February 22nd—Day 5: New Horizons

February 23rd—Day 6: Respite

February 24th—Day 7: Storytelling

You can also find a handy prompt schedule here and on the blog with some suggestions for inspiration related to each prompt!

Fanworks for the event can respond to one or more prompts (interpreted however you wish), or they can be totally unrelated to any prompt, as long as there’s a focus on Maedhros and Maglor. This event is inclusive of all iterations of their relationship: please respect everyone’s interpretations and creations!

Happy creating!

(Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash)

#maedhros #maglor #silmarillion #silm #the silmarillion #maemags #feanorians #kanafinwe #nelyafinwe #makalaure #maitimo #makalaurë #nelyafinwë #fëanorians #kanafinwë #maedhros x maglor #maemag #maedhrosmaglorweek

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joetamy · 11 months

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What if... they were spider-bros tho? Maglor - Maedhros - Celegorm

#Maedhros #Nelyafinwë #Nelyo #Maitimo #Maglor #Kanafinwë #Kano #Makalaurë #Celegorm #Tyelkormo #Tyelko #fëanorian #Silmarillion #Silm #Tolkien #spider-man: across the spider-verse #Spider-ified-elves?#Needs some workshopping but this was fun #TheAngbandMuseum

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