Drowning in the Light of Darkness
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,080
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drowing in the Light of Darkness
Disclaimer: All belongs to the great Tolkien. I just muck with the ideas.
A/N:I know that this is AU. All I can say is that I really like the idea of Maglor/Galadriel. It's also a great opportunity to explore character development, family structures, familial relationships...come on, people write Maedhros/Fingon. Maglor/Galadriel seems to be something that Elves would find more acceptable. (No offence to slash fans intended -heck, I'm a slash fan! It's just that Elves didn't originally seem to be written as homosexuals, where as het definitly happened.) Please don't flame me. This will go rather noticibly AU, and the Elves involved may be OOC. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect.
She First Saw Him...
She first saw him in her grandfather’s house. In truth, it was his brother and father that she saw fist, and then him, next to his mother. Young then, she had gazed at him intently. He was only slightly older than her, his dark hair haphazardly pulled into loose braids. In one hand, he held something like a flute or pipe.
She moved towards him, pulling her mother after her. Their parents had been slightly more at ease with each other than they were in later days, and she was not stopped. When she halted, they were only ten feet apart, and she did not want to continue.
She watched him, and her mind sprung out, as it so often did, beyond her control –for then it was simply a happening, not really useful, just something that sometimes enabled her to understand why someone did something, helped her to see a person’s character.
He was Maculaure, she learnt, Maculaure Kanafinwe. He was fond of music. His father was a smith, Fëanàro. So was his mother, Nerdanel. His older brother was Maitimo, and Maculaure was very fond of him. His mother –her mind suddenly snapped back to being firmly stuck in her body.
As the older people talked, Artanis smiled at the pure Noldorin boy.
He smiled back, reached out, and took her hand.
"I am Maculaure," he said softly, and she did not tell him that she knew.
*~TBC... ~*
A/N:I know that this is AU. All I can say is that I really like the idea of Maglor/Galadriel. It's also a great opportunity to explore character development, family structures, familial relationships...come on, people write Maedhros/Fingon. Maglor/Galadriel seems to be something that Elves would find more acceptable. (No offence to slash fans intended -heck, I'm a slash fan! It's just that Elves didn't originally seem to be written as homosexuals, where as het definitly happened.) Please don't flame me. This will go rather noticibly AU, and the Elves involved may be OOC. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect.
She First Saw Him...
She first saw him in her grandfather’s house. In truth, it was his brother and father that she saw fist, and then him, next to his mother. Young then, she had gazed at him intently. He was only slightly older than her, his dark hair haphazardly pulled into loose braids. In one hand, he held something like a flute or pipe.
She moved towards him, pulling her mother after her. Their parents had been slightly more at ease with each other than they were in later days, and she was not stopped. When she halted, they were only ten feet apart, and she did not want to continue.
She watched him, and her mind sprung out, as it so often did, beyond her control –for then it was simply a happening, not really useful, just something that sometimes enabled her to understand why someone did something, helped her to see a person’s character.
He was Maculaure, she learnt, Maculaure Kanafinwe. He was fond of music. His father was a smith, Fëanàro. So was his mother, Nerdanel. His older brother was Maitimo, and Maculaure was very fond of him. His mother –her mind suddenly snapped back to being firmly stuck in her body.
As the older people talked, Artanis smiled at the pure Noldorin boy.
He smiled back, reached out, and took her hand.
"I am Maculaure," he said softly, and she did not tell him that she knew.
*~TBC... ~*