Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

176. Maglor - Bad Hair Day

Maglor x Reader

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You sighed out as you sat before your vanity combing your waist length long hair. Today it didn't seem to matter how much you brushed or wet your hair, it in no way wanted to cooperate with anything you did to it. Your hair having gotten too heavy for an easy bun, your hair too silky to want to hold a loose braid that wouldn't pull on your scalp... The braids that started from the front of your head were impossible for your fingers to manage, leaving that option unavailable.

Your part not wanting to cooperate, and it all falling in front of your face. Pins sliding out and refusing to keep it out of your face. You were fed up with the mass of hair, in heavy debate of picking up the nearest set of shears and cutting it off.

It was impossibly long and you were certainly sick of the care that came with it. Especially when the length and care made it impossible to do anything with it, your motivation was spent and now your patience was worn incredibly thin. Feeling the surmounting anger the longer you ran this comb through your hair, running into tangles you had just brushed out moments ago. Completely oblivious to the fact your huffing and puffing had drawn Maglor's attention.

Pausing entirely in his reading, watching your face redden with your frustration. Maglor furrowed his brows, wondering what it was running through your mind that you were frowning at yourself. He winced as he heard the comb snag and rake through the tangles before you slammed the comb down on the vanity and turning your gaze to him.

"Where are the shears!?" You blurted out suddenly, upset evident in your voice as that frustration had finally snapped and you were at your breaking point with this damn thing on your head. You swiveled around to face your partner who gently closed his book, setting it aside and moving from the sofa to approach you.

"They are in the left hand drawer, meleth. Why do you ask?" He asked gently and with curiosity in his voice as Maglor watched you turn around. You dug quickly through the drawers, pulling silver shears from the drawer and throwing the leather case upon the vanity without a care in the world.

"I am sick of this uncooperative mass that is supposed to be my hair!" You explained, not even wasting any time as you brought the scissors to your hair. Not even giving Maglor the chance to stop you or even offer his help as you cut your hair. Snipping away at the length with Maglor now standing behind you watching you with mild concern on his face.

"Is there a way I could help you meleth?" He pressed in a soft voice watching as you continued, but you didn't answer him. Leaving him to mourn silently at the loss, but he respected that you could take no more. Content with this if this was what brought you peace.

The pile amassing onto the floor in a large pile of silken strands before you had finally finished, sighing out as you sat there and assessed the damage. Your hair that once reached well down to your hips, now sat just an inch or two past your shoulders. The release of the weight of it was welcomed, your head feeling considerably lighter... Yet your hair still long enough to be draping in your face.

Sending another flare of frustration through you, which only grew once you saw how uneven and choppy the ends of your hair looked. Effectively making this haircut the worst one yet, and Maglor could see the panic beginning to swell. He only smiled softly and gently leaned over your shoulder to take the shears from you.

"I shall touch it up or you my darling." He assured you warmly, and you let him pull the scissors from your fingers. Before beginning he only leaned over sweetly to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, lingering for a moment hoping his affections could help settle your frustrations.

"It is a lovely length on you, and will be far more manageable. Hopefully it will bring less frustration." Maglor noted softly to you, yet you didn't feel remotely satisfied looking at yourself in the mirror. A mix of regret from cutting your hair to panic at the choppy ends and frustration that it was not short enough filled you.

"It doesn't feel short enough, and it looks awful." You frowned deeply as you felt the gentle tugs of Maglor's fingers then hearing the soft snipping and squeaking of the scissors in his hands.

"It does not look awful, it merely needs to be refined. You truly look lovely." If you didn't know Maglor as well as you did, you may have accused him of saying to just appease you. But Maglor never said anything to you that he didn't mean, and always was he honest whenever he didn't like something you did or wore- though he was gentle in telling you.

You only closed your eyes as you felt his fingers brush through your hair, scratching gently against your scalp before he continued to cut. You listened to soft sound of the blades, until finally it had come to a halt, bringing you to peel your eyes open. You only frowned as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

You could agree with Maglor with the ends touched up it was a nice length, but as it fell into your face again you finally voiced your thoughts.

"I want it shorter." You reiterated and quietly Maglor watched you in the mirror, wondering if you merely acting out rashly because you were having a bad hair day or if you genuinely wanted it shorter.

"Are you sure?" Maglor pressed carefully as he watched your run through a myriad of expressions before you merely leaned forward to rest your elbows on top of the vanity. Burying your face into your hands as you heaved out a heavy huff, shrugging your shoulders.

"I don't know Mags!" You breathed out, using his nickname, feeling his hands come to rest on the side of your arms. Caressing you affectionately, feeling him loom over you before another set of kisses was pressed to your head. Trying his hardest to will away the tumultuous emotions.

"How about I braid your hair hm?" He asked you before pressing another kiss to your crown. You knew if he braided it, it would not be like the loose ones you attempted earlier. It would start from the scalp and work its way down that way. Quietly as you debated Maglor continued,

"It'll keep your hair out of your face, and give you the time to decide if you want to go shorter. Should you want too, I will help you cut it the rest of the way." Maglor continued in a soft voice, giving you more of a reason to hold off on cutting your hair off entirely. It was a better solution than leaving you in this weird limbo of regret and frustration, with a soft breath you nodded beginning to sit up and look at him through the mirror.

"Alright..." You agreed watching a soft and reassuring smile find his features, and this time you gave one in return. Grateful for the temporary solution and feeling the frustrations fall from your shoulders now that you had Maglor's help. Regardless of what your later choice would be.

Gently Maglor handed you the shears and began to separate and section your hair. Starting at your hair line and beginning to braid his way back expertly, making sure not to pull too tight. With Maglor's soft singing voice beginning to carry as he murmured a gentle tune to you.

You closed your eyes, letting his voice wash over you as worked slowly and patiently. Making sure to take his time as he sang to you, his fingers gentle and avoiding tangling the silk strands. You were grateful for his patience and understanding, and certainly for the knowledge in hair that he did as you had never been the best at it.

You finally felt his work beginning to come to a halt, prompting you once more to open your eyes watching Maglor tie off the braid. Once finished he placed his hands on your shoulders,

"You look radiant meleth nin." He murmured, stooping down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. Making you smile and bringing a hand to caress his face affectionately before turning your head to kiss him sweetly. Happily were your affections accepted and returned as your lips melded against one another.

"Thank you Maglor." You whispered to him with a soft smile before he pressed another firm kiss to your lips. Bringing you to hum against his lips before he finally parted from you, reluctantly.

"You are certainly welcome my dear. Come let us go for a walk and get us some fresh air." At this Maglor held out his hand to you, and when you took it, gently he helped you stand and began to lead you from the room.

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