Sand and Music by avi17

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Fanwork Information

Summary:

"The only constants as time passes are the sand and the music, and the lingering ghosts..." Maglor wanders.

Major Characters: Maglor

Major Relationships:

Genre: Drama, Experimental

Challenges:

Rating: Teens

Warnings:

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 760
Posted on 20 November 2011 Updated on 20 November 2011

This fanwork is complete.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Written in...under an hour, maybe, which is absurdly fast for me. It kind of just decided what it wanted to do and did it.

Rather angstier than I usually go for, but it was fun to write. Largely inspired by doing some Maglor inspired piano improvisation, and also of course by drawing him. I've always subscribed to the notion that his mind started to go after a while, though in the state of exhaustion he's in here, most people aren't quite rational...

RUN ON SENTENCES ARE INTENTIONAL. Please no critique of my grammar, it isn't intended to be correct. Written as a sort of stream-of-consciousness type of thing, except not in first person.

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A job well done. many are the tales yet told and many are the songs yet sung of the sorrows of the Noldo to which you have given great and careful thought. Yet by reason of your art and by art of your reasoned wisdom in perseption and in deminstrating the profundity of the words made by he who was first subcreater down to your own noble subcreation there is kept the living link of the memory of the age that has departed and the age that comes from the bleak and restless point to the fenced peaks of imaginative consideration, both deep and profound. In the end I hope that I will find more such tales soon and that if you would be interested if you could take a look at a few of my own attempts at this our subcreation in the essense of the cronicles of the West as prepounded onto we of the books of lore, the living histories of legend and of those wonderous and admirible adaptations which have inspired the pen to work mightier marvels then even Glamdring or of Sting or of Grond. I am but a minstrel on a wandering quest, a lord of many words without rest. Yet in these realms of rimed wings, you capture the harrowing for which man doth sing. Once more if I might say in repeated honesty, this is indeed a job well done. Keept up the good work.