Indy's B2MeM Stories by Independence1776

2016

A graphic (of the Prophecy of the North) and a Teen-rated (for sexuality) Maglor/canonical wife drabble.

Graphic

The prompt was Scavenger Hunt P: "For though Eru appointed to you to die not in Eä, and no sickness may assail you, yet slain ye may be, and slain ye shall be: by weapon and by torment and by grief; and your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos."

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The picture for the graphic was found on unsplash.com and is in the public domain.

 
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Drabble: Many thanks to Zdenka and Kayleelupin/KayleeArafinwiel for the prompts that sparked this fic. The B2MeM prompts were from the bingo cards "Women of The Silmarillion and "Sons of Fëanor", respectively "wives and mothers unnamed in canon" and "Maglor as regent."

I used the Quenya names: Maglor is Makalaurë and Curufin is Curufinwë.

Distraction

When the house shuddered with the force of the closing door, Naitë sighed and shut the ledger, looking over at her husband. “Another fight with Curufinwë?”

Makalaurë nodded. “You know full well how he feels about me leading--"

“That you were trained for music, not leadership. Yes, dear, I know. But you have me to help.”

Makalaurë kissed her. “How do the accounts fare?”

“Better than I expected, honestly. Now if only we could guarantee the trade goods we receive from the Úmanyar… Mmm…,” she said as he kissed her neck. “Don’t you dare stop, Makalaurë. The accounts can wait.”