Maglor Stories

Lotr + Silmarillion memes I find on Pinterest. Enjoy. Warning: Some of these may contain swearing. If you are sensitive to that read at your own risk.

A collection of headcanons, oneshots, imagines, poems, memes and art, ranging from the raging Feanorians to gentle hobbits of the shire.

A poem dedicated to Maglor Feanorian and his loss of the Silmaril's. angst is inevitable!

as the title says, Maglor's ABBA parodies. Not expecting a ton of reads on this, the Silm fandom is pretty dead but it did quite well on ao3 so here we go

In light of Feanorian Week and me not having a tumbler account, I'm going to post some Imagines revolving around the themes for each Feanorian day

Maglor contemplates what being at home really means.

(AKA That AU no one asked for about Elrond living in Valinor with Maedhros as a child... Yeah...) (One shot (Ficlet)) Maedhros and the rest of the Feanorians are planning to light Formenos with the Feanorian lamps, something that his foster child, Elrond, has never seen before. My Mother's Day 'Ficlet' even though there are no mothers present in the story. >.< I tried.

A short free verse poem about the tragic death of Maedhros. The loss of his life brings an end to another Silmaril, one of three jewels that he, his father, and brothers swore to take back from the evil Dark Lord Morgoth. This was originally a found poem written for school, inspired by phrases from the short story "To Build A Fire" by Jack London. After it was marked, I altered the words a little to make it much more Tolkienesque :D

This is a lotr/silmarillion crossover. Also I will throw this disclaimer upfront: this fanfic is largely written by ChatGPT. I'm guiding it along, but ultimately I did not write this. I got curious and was playing with ChatGPT and somehow fell into having it write Feanorian fanfics for me. There's way too few of these types of fanfics, so I figured I'd share what's produced. I got curious about how LOTR might have gone if the Feanorians were also in the Fellowship. Here's a possibility.

My entry for the fandom wars.

Tinnuel Cúgeredis is a Silvan elf that leads a lovely simple life in Mirkwood. Though her simple life takes a dramatic turn when Tinnuel and her friends are attack by group of orcs during a hunting trip. While attempting to lure the orcs away, Tinnuel falls off a cliff. She wakes up only to find out that she has been transported back into the First age as a Noldor. Luckly, she meets a spirit named Eärmírë who guides her through the Age . Going by the name Tinweriel Isilquessë, Tinnuel must choose her steps wisely as she travels through the beatiful, yet horrifying events of the First Age.

Sauron is practically in control of Middle Earth. Only a few hideouts and a few places he hasn't bothered to meddle with are still not patrolled by orcs. Aragorn, known by most as Strider, found the Ring on one of his travels and brought it to Rivendell. But Sauron sensed it and sends armies to attack the strongholds. There is nothing for the Fellowship to do but flee

What if Eru did recreate the world and that's the one every knows. What if the world before there were a large group of people who got speared from the destruction. They now live in the middle earth that everyone knows. Yet, they are hidden and keep to themselves. Protecting the world from monstrous beings that are still alive from the wood they knew. They stayed like this for a very long time and they enjoy their solitude. Yet, now they have a choice: do they help Fingolfin and those who are following him across the Helcaraxë and change the course of fate. Or do they leave innocents to die and stay hidden. ~I do not own the silmarillion

The only daughter of Fëanor, whose heart was as big as the sky that lied on the top of Arda and whose beauty was beyond the beauty of all its stars. They named her Nathìniel. For she was only a guest in this world, her soul belonged to Ilúvatar to whom she's been turning her head since she was born. Her father gave her the title Melwafinwë, for she was the loveliest of all Finwë's descendants. Later she bore many names, among them Híniman, a pure child for she was clean from the terrible deeds of the Fëanorians after they proclaimed the oath. She escaped the wrath of Valar and thence was called Avathrýaen. Although with pain burried deep inside herself she joined her beloved cousin Finrod. He, along with Galadriel, Aegnor and Angrod hid her under the wings of protection and they loved her as a sister. At this time she received another name - Finculuial. For her hair had an unusual colour for Finarfin's children, it was gold and red at the same time as dusk in the summer. She was loved by all, among them Fingon who could not turn his eyes from her sweet words and fair face. Even her brothers that she had to forsake were deeply fond of her, and in this story there is written how she found a path back to her family. How she cleaned the hands of Fëanor's sons, and how her fate led her back to Valinor. For what she desired the most was to clean the name of her family. Long was her way to the Halls of Mandos, many were the battles in which she had to draw her sword, many were moments when she wiped others' tears with her gentle hands, but the most were the prayers she spoke to Ilúvatar. The God who created her perfectly in his song. Wish you a happy reading. ☺📜

An isolated Elf wanders along the shoreline, appreciating the company of only the Ocean. He fills his mind with past immoral deeds, unable to hope that he will receive a moment of solace again.

When the Noldorin heir crossed paths with a shy Vanyarin maiden amid a lush forest, their lives were altered forever. Shortly after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Maedhros has a disturbing dream that depicts himself and his beloved. After hoping that the dream is not a sign of fate, this leads to a reminiscence of their past and, unfortunately, reminds him of how much he yearns to see her again.