FlameAndSong

Author's note: This is set post-canon, where Maglor is still wandering the Earth to this day. This fic is also completely silly crack on purpose, so if you are a purist who thinks there should be No Fun Allowed In Tolkien's Legendarium, please move along; "don't like don't read" and all of that. Also, there is a set of images to go along with this fic, which you can find in my Maglor gallery - those images involve a combination of AI and photoshop, but I wrote this fic myself, I don't use AI to write because I involve torturing myself the writing process too much. 😂 ~ ~ ~ This is a really stupid idea, Maglor told himself as he rested at the mouth of the cave and pulled out his flask. This is like your father levels of risky and stupid. Maglor took a swig, trying to push away the memory of Fëanor thinking he could take on a Balrog ambush.Maglor was on a trek in the Himalayas... alone. He wasn't human, obviously, and not prone to the same dangers that made the climb so dangerous even