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tolkien100Author: Himring
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales
Rating: Teens
Warnings: character death.
Characters: Gilmith (half-elven daughter of Imrazor of Dol Amroth and Mithrellas), Maglor
Disclaimer: Gilmith and Maglor are Tolkien's characters; any contact between them is Himring's invention
Author notes: In Himring 'verse, wandering Maglor becomes a kind of found family for Gilmith after the disappearance of her elven mother. After their second encounter, he has agreed to stay with her "for a little while". That little while stretches a bit...
Seasons come. Seasons go. Gilmith’s hair turns white, old age finally catching up with her. Maglor’s hair stays black. He remains with her until the end, a discreet presence held by her request.
Gilmith dies as the sun rises over Dol Amroth, painting sea and sky in brilliant colours. Maglor, who cradled her in his arms over the past hours to ease her breathing, gently puts her down. The low sounds of the lullaby he was humming cease.
Maglor leaves. The rest belongs to Gilmith’s mortal relatives. A fresh grief blossoms alongside ancient pain, as he walks on in sunlight.
A/N: Also for Half-elven week on Tumblr.
Source / Fandom: Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales
Rating: Teens
Warnings: character death.
Characters: Gilmith (half-elven daughter of Imrazor of Dol Amroth and Mithrellas), Maglor
Disclaimer: Gilmith and Maglor are Tolkien's characters; any contact between them is Himring's invention
Author notes: In Himring 'verse, wandering Maglor becomes a kind of found family for Gilmith after the disappearance of her elven mother. After their second encounter, he has agreed to stay with her "for a little while". That little while stretches a bit...
Seasons come. Seasons go. Gilmith’s hair turns white, old age finally catching up with her. Maglor’s hair stays black. He remains with her until the end, a discreet presence held by her request.
Gilmith dies as the sun rises over Dol Amroth, painting sea and sky in brilliant colours. Maglor, who cradled her in his arms over the past hours to ease her breathing, gently puts her down. The low sounds of the lullaby he was humming cease.
Maglor leaves. The rest belongs to Gilmith’s mortal relatives. A fresh grief blossoms alongside ancient pain, as he walks on in sunlight.
A/N: Also for Half-elven week on Tumblr.
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Date: 2024-10-20 11:45 am (UTC)