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  1. Public Bookmark 52

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    "Lullabies do not make kinslayers. This he knows. And yet, it never stops the worry from curdling in his chest, the only constant of all the cradles he has sung beside. For the tune endures after all, and nothing empty can truly endure: every vacant hroä holds a fragment of the fëa that once forsook it. Can a song be washed of meaning? Is tenderness immune to ideology? Groping about blindly in the dark of their dreams, Elrond had always worried that he was not watering the crops for his children to harvest, but salting the earth before the seeds could be planted."
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    At a parade celebrating the the founding of Imladris, Elrond spots an unforgettable face in the crowd, a face he’s not seen for millennia. To his delight and apprehension, it is indeed Maglor Fëanorian, who brings with him two things. First, a suspiciously tame monkey he insists isn’t a metaphor. Second, the groundshaking admission that Elwing and Eärendil’s sons were not named Elrond and Elros.

    Or, a love letter to Maglor, Elwing, and Elrond.

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    06 Sep 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 7

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    Snapshots of Imladris through the Third Age, until the departure of Elrond.
    Written for Imladris Week’s Day 2 prompt (Imladris in the Third Age)

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    19 Sep 2024

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