In your eyes the mirror of mercy
Characters: Maglor & (ROP)Galadriel, Gen
Chapters: 1 of (hopefully) 3
Summary: While searching for Sauron after following a lead to the Southlands, Galadriel stumbles onto the last person she expected to ever see again: her cousin, the kinslayer Maglor Fëanorion.
TW: None I think? Some violence and reference to it at most.
Song recommendation: Mercy Mirror - Within Temptation
A/N: Not my best work but I had to share the vision!
Ch.2 Ch.3
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The Song beckoned him, it had done so in the past and he followed it, well acquainted with its ways, these had been small reminders, food, drink, bed, as if trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. He didn’t question the Song.
He’d always come back to the shores then, just strong enough to continue.
And he’d walk and walk and walk
The Song he’d sing and the Song was within him carrying his words on the wind and through water. He didn’t question why.
And so, Maglor continued.
And he’d walk and walk and walk
At times he wasn’t truly... there. He didn’t feel quite the same when he Sang now. But if he dared to slip into numbness and just forget, the Light would be there again, shining onto him and reminding him who Maglor was and what he had done, that nothing he’d ever do would be enough to make up for it.
And he’d walk
Maglor followed the Song to a village in the Southlands. He’d camped a little way outside the village and observed it long enough to discover there was an elven settlement in those parts but with so many years of peace the keepers had dwindled to barely more than two, it made avoiding them much easier, the villagers didn’t like elves but it didn’t matter anyway, he always made sure to go undetected.
When the sun had risen he’d sung a little and garnered the money necessary for a meal as was his usual whenever he wanted more than a fish or nearby vegetation, that was, whenever he actually had food at all. He probably looked nothing like the prince he’d once been, maybe it was better that way.
He bit into his bread.
Whenever she closed her eyes it felt like she was back in that room, staring at Finrod’s corpse. She knew she had to move on and her body begged her to let it go, that the further she went the easiest it would be for her to crumble, Galadriel didn’t have to do this, it wasn’t her burden but she took it anyway, because no one else would otherwise.
Even if it meant watching as Gil-Galad and Elrond’s looks of concern turned to suspicion, because no talk of healing or memory of the blissfulness of Valinor and her childhood could help her now.
And so she’d walk.
Keep the path, keep the search, keep the fight.
And if it wasn’t enough for anyone else, if they truly believed that if she just sought the Valar’s forgiveness she’d be welcomed back, that she’d be healed, because leaving was all she had now, still she’d thread on.
She’d walk and she’d keep the anger.
Galadriel had left at night, as soon as she could gather her things, and left no letters, it didn’t matter if she was alone, if Gil-Galad was truly worried he’d have helped, he would’ve given her more than words trying to lead her to take the next ship, she didn’t care.
In her last search, she had received a new lead and she wasn’t about to give it up, the group of orcs spotted in the Southlands could be everything she was searching for, she’d take anything at this point.
When she arrived, several days later, with little rest in between, there were many things Galadriel had imagined to find in the Southlands.
Sauron had been the preferable choice but hardly a reasonable one, she knew as much. The orc commander leading the group she’d heard about and getting everything she needed from him had been the next best thing. And of course, getting rid of a group of orcs had always been a good idea regardless of whether it progressed her quest or not.
What she never would’ve thought was that she’d hear his voice.
Of course she’d remember his voice, Makalaurë had never been shy of hiding his voice, be it in their grandfather’s halls or in the battlefield, he’d long been defined by it, how could she ever forget.
But he was dead. Everyone said he was dead.
Jumped into the ocean, the last of the silmarils clutched in his hand so no one could have it.
Makalaurë was dead.
But when their eyes met, the reflected light they shared was impossible to hide especially with that ratty cloak he was wearing. So many emotions she saw on his face but she was too stunned to try and decipher them, she did, however, see him recoil. And she saw as he ran away.
In her stupefied state she didn’t even truly react, she noticed the small crowd that had gathered to listen was now dispersing with some curses thrown her way.
She ran.
The boiling anger resurfaced and she dedicated all of herself to the pursuit, the absolute gall he had, running away! Maglor clearly recognized her and knew what she’d do. And he thought he could just run away??
After all that he’d done...
She drove any thought away and continued, it may not be the evil she’d come to capture but it meant the mission in the Southlands had not been a waste, the last of the Fëanorions would be finally brought to justice.
She pursued her cousin to the edges of the town, Maglor didn’t seem interested in blocking her path, and all his efforts were placed on speed and avoiding objects, something she, in her armour, had more trouble doing. Yet, despite his head start Galadriel had overtaken him far easier than she thought.
And when she tackled him to the ground she realized why, she could feel her cousin’s bones stretched onto flimsy skin, gone were the muscles of a fighter, and when she turned his face around to look she saw how sunken his cheeks were. Maglor looked like was barely holding himself together!
“What happened to you?” she asked in horror, none of her previous, more important questions crossed her mind.
“Well, a she-elf, as beautiful as the last orc I fought, decided to throw her whole body weight on me right after lunch!”
Galadriel bashed his head on the ground.
“As nice as ever, Artanis!” he complained but couldn’t even do anything as his words had thrown her back to the moment and she remembered to tie his hands.
Only when she was sure he would not be able to do anything did she allow herself to get up and truly confront him.
“How are you alive?” she asked her most pressing question.
He stared at her befuddled “I’d have to have died in the first place for you to ask me that”
“Do you have any idea of the situation you are in? Or have you finally gone truly mad?” she spat out, her desire was to hit him again but she still needed to interrogate him “Answer my questions or you will regret it”
“Forgive me, Artanis” he answered with a saccharine smile and an overly flippant tone “I’m not in the habit of taking seriously the threats of toddlers!”
She paced the area, reminding herself that she needed him alive for punishment, before replying “It’s Galadriel and you know it”
“Ah, yes, right, Galadriel,” he shrugged, Galadriel made the mental note to tighten up the ropes and make it impossible, and in the same tone as before asked her “On that note, where’s good, ol’ Celeborn, I don’t see him with you, thought he might have wanted a cheap shot as well”
Galadriel’s insults died in her mouth and her body flinched, but she continued, it was better to focus on the task at hand than indulge Maglor’s stupidity.
“Is Maedhros alive as well?” she asked and he looked away, the smile finally falling from his face, Galadriel rejoiced that at least something seemed to affect this strange new version of her cousin.
“Only if you believe one of us could survive falling into a fiery chasm”
“What have you done with the silmarils?”
He gave her a scathing smile and his tone turned back to insolent “Nelyo had his when he died and I threw mine into the sea and have been wandering the shores ever since, of course!”
She violently grabbed him by the hair “TELL ME THE TRUTH!”
“Oh my, little Artanis doesn’t believe me, why might that be?” he had the audacity to laugh at that.
And watching him bend from the weight of his own laughter, fey and deranged, Galadriel decide that questioning Maglor would bring her nowhere, he deserved any horror the Valar deigned to inflict upon him. There barely was any of the cousin she had known in that body anymore.
She tied him to her horse and made sure to ignore any word he said, be it a mumbling, a string of mockery towards her, or all of his strange new songs. The port city they arrived in was nothing like the Grey Heavens and its boats could not compare to Cirdan’s ships, but for her plans that would be all they would need.
Maglor stared at her as she got the boat ready, Galadriel had never felt unsettled by him before, although she had often felt a sense of desolation she had not been able to place until the end of the first age, at that moment, however, with this Maglor that was no more than a stranger, her inability to understand him unnerved her.
“So,” he finally said, his tone neutral “you have truly decided?”
“Yes,” she answered, avoiding looking at him “I’m taking you to Valinor and to the justice of the Valar”
He hummed and nodded.
Maglor looked at the sun setting, he wasn’t singing but music followed him anyway, he seemed to take one last deep breath of Middle-Earth before sitting near the edge, his still bound hands hugging his legs. They started moving, his eyes stared at the deck unseeing and he started quietly singing again.
After about an hour of that, Galadriel snapped “Is that all you can do now?!”
He turned his head to the side, looking at her unblinking “Mostly”
That made her pause, unlike any previous remark, this one seemed to be actually genuine and it made her re-evaluate what he’d said before.
“Maglor?” she asked slowly “Where have you been, truly, all this time?”
He smiled and any semblance of truth disappeared from him “You don’t seem to trust me very much, I’m rather short on answers that would satisfy the great Galadriel, which one would she prefer,” he continued enthusiastically “that I have been secretly plotting to destroy all the remaining Eldar? Or that I have been begging forgiveness to the stars of Varda?”
“What I know is that you are still impossible to deal with.” she growled and decided to leave him to his own devices, let him deal with his broken mind, she refused to care further.
“Aww! Thanks! I’m flattered!” he told her, she pretended not to hear it.
Silence filled the space once more, the stars were twinkling reflected on the sea and Galadriel stared ahead for sight of Valinor even if she knew it wouldn’t be for a while.
“What exactly is your plan for when we get there anyway?” Maglor spoke so suddenly that Galadriel didn’t even ignore him.
“I will tie you up the emergency raft and leave you to float down the rest of the way by courtesy of Ulmo” she gave him a mocking smile this time.
“Not your best plan,” he remarked but she said nothing, she knew that what she was doing had been impulsive but it had to be done, still he stared at her “I didn’t know you were a soldier now”
“When the host of Valinor arrived I refused to stand aside any longer” It wasn’t a question but she answered anyway, remembering the moment she became a commander “Everyone was dead then, my father was there and all I could think was that I was about to lose him too. And in the end, he had to leave anyway.”
She glared at Maglor “And the family I had left was too busy destroying everything they fought for, I was alone”
Maglor pulled up the cowl of his ratty cloak “Oh? You’re telling me we are family after you disappeared into Doriath?”
“After you killed my people!”
He was staring up at her with another sardonic smile, the shadows from the cowl making his eyes appear brighter in the darkness, and when he spoke, his voice held a shade of power.
“Are you threatening me with a dagger, Artanis?”
Every move or line of dialogue he did seemed devised to anger her, leading to their current predicament of Galadriel pointing her brother’s dagger at Maglor’s throat. Even the implicit accusation was maddening.
He couldn’t possibly believe their situations were in any way similar, that she was anything like him.
“Do you truly know what you’re doing, Galadriel?”
She wanted to answer, she was going to answer; when they were distracted by the call of a bird and their first sight of the blessed realm they were born into so long ago.
And it was beautiful.
From where she was standing she could see the white shores of her memory, of her days playing at the beach with her mother, her father braiding her hair so that it wouldn’t tangle in the water, and Angrod and Aegnor teasing her for getting it dirty anyway. Finrod had been there, laughing along but still helping her remove the algae stuck on her head.
Had her brother’s all been re-embodied yet? Would Celeborn be there?
If she just let the ship reach the harbour, would she be able to see them? They would be so surprised, no notice had reached them and yet there she was.
Would her mother still welcome her even after she left despite what had been done to the Teleri?
Her head swirled with possibilities and she felt a tear fall, Valinor was so close she could touch it.
“Galadriel?”
She turned the ship around.
Maglor hit the railings hard, Galadriel was only mildly conscious of that fact, hearing his groans of pain like distant noise as she put distance between them and the undying lands. She heard as he called her name but she couldn’t answer, it felt like her throat had closed and her body rushed to escape.
Dark clouds were beginning to close the sky, keeping the light of the stars away from them, the darkness was a heavy contrast to her memories of Aman but with the wind picking up it didn’t matter.
“Galadriel!”
She rushed from one part of the ship to another as the rain began to fall, she threw her armour to the ground so she could run better, Galadriel didn’t even know if Maglor was still there, he could’ve fallen in the water and be drowning right at moment and she wouldn’t know.
It quickly became evident that they were about to be caught in a storm, the rain felt like punches on her skin and the wind brought the sea upon them. Galadriel screamed when the ship lurched to the side and only her hard acquired quick reflexes kept her from seeing Ulmo’s realm.
The tempest raged, threatening to turn the ship and its passengers into the sea’s newest relics. Galadriel was holding on for dear life to some rope when she heard it.
When she heard his voice.
Maglor stood then on the prow by the figurehead, his voice drowning out the howling of the wind and cutting through the waves, after so many years it was easy to forget how powerful Makalaurë’s voice truly was. But the important thing was that it was working.
Her voice joined her cousin for the first time since before the destruction of the two trees, she may not have the natural inclination for Song as Makalaurë and Findaràto had but she could make up for it with Power.
Singing in unison the ship evened and the unforgiving sea didn’t touch them, even the wind seemed to vanish. In that moment Galadriel truly believed they could weather out the storm, perhaps it was that vanity that changed everything.
In the middle of that tempest, light shone upon them.
Maglor paled and screeched, the Song was broken and a wave hit them, causing the mast to break.
“Maglor!”
Watching as her cousin covered his head and thrashed around the breaking ship, shaking violently, evading the light of Gil-Estel.
“Maglor! Please!” she screamed at him, forced to hold on desperately to the railing, she tried to sing but even her words froze in the cold storm “Please! I can’t do this alone!”
But Maglor didn’t respond, still convulsing and begging the stars.
“MAGLOR!”
A wave enshrouded them.
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Old Friends [Savathûn & the Traveler fanmix]
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//song list under the cut//
1. Who Are You, Really? – Mikky Ekko
You are a stranger here, why have you come?
Why have you come?
Lift me higher
Let me look at the sun, look at the sun
2. Terrible Ride – Lizard Boy Original Cast
You were the one who could've rescued me
You were the one in the end
Crossed all the borders just to look for you
I never saw you again
3. Everything Moves – Bronze Radio Return
But I can see your white-knuckled hand from holding on
So lately I wonder why we rely on the sure thing
It's too damn comforting
Stay alive, overdrive, ‘till we find something new
To keep the pulse alive in you
4. Who Are You – SVRCINA
You're not such an easy target
One minute I know you, then I don't
I know you, then I don't
5. Forgiven – Within Temptation
Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world
Oh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own
Here I am, left in silence
6. Storm Song – PHILDEL
I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home
Oh, carried on the breeze, you'll never find me gone
7. Wish That You Were Here – Florence + the Machine
Oh, there it is again, sitting on my chest
Makes it hard to catch my breath
I scramble for the light of change
8. The Deep – PHILDEL
Just give me a sign ‘cause it runs through my mind like your heat
Caught in the web, you're so easily led to the deep
9. Astronomical – SVRCINA
I'm drawn to the unknown where shadows hide
A slave to the powers that magnetize
There's something inside of me I can't fight
10. Song to the Siren – Rose Betts
Well, I'm as puzzled as a newborn child
I'm as riddled as the tide
11. Atonement – Journey Original Soundtrack
12. Dear Fellow Traveller – Sea Wolf
You spoke my language and touched my limbs
It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again
And in our travels, we found our roads
You held it like a mirror, showing me the life I chose
13. Version of Me – Kimbra, Dawn Richard
If there's a next time I'll fight harder for you
Won't take for granted what we had
I wake with you in mind but I'm tired
Of all these different phases
Are all these faults of mine?
14. Curses – The Crane Wives
Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust
The devil's after both of us
Ooh, lay my curses out to rest
Make a mercy out of me
15. Mercury – Sleeping At Last
I talk in circles
I talk in circles
I watch for signals, for a clue
How to feel different
How to feel new
16. Show Yourself – Idina Menzel, Evan Rachel Wood
You are the answer I've waited for all of my life
17. Yours to Win – Destiny 2: The Witch Queen Soundtrack
18. Flightline – Rue Royale
And in a moment
And in one instant
I throw the whole of it away
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