That Bard from Doriath by Flora-lass

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Fanwork Notes

There shouldn't be a single letter E in these 270-odd words - please tell me if you find one!

Fanwork Information

Summary:

Maglor, Fingon and Finrod go for a picnic, and Maglor is in a bad mood. Written for the Dark Matter challenge prompt: 'the letter E'.

Major Characters: Maglor, Fingon, Finrod Felagund

Major Relationships:

Genre: Ficlet, Humor

Challenges: Dark Matter

Rating: General

Warnings:

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 269
Posted on 16 February 2025 Updated on 17 February 2025

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That Bard from Doriath (or: Maglor is in a bad mood)

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On a sunny day, Maglor and Finrod plan a musical picnic. Fingon turns up part way through, to form a trio.

‘Finally!’ says Maglor, irritably.

‘That bard from Doriath isn't coming,’ Fingon says, ignoring him and grabbing a sandwich. ‘I think his hand hurts. Too much writing, probably!’

‘That's good,’ says Maglor. ‘I don't want a rival.’

‘Oh no, that's sad!’ says Finrod, kind as always. ‘I'm sorry for it. You should want to play with him, not wish him harm!’

‘And his writing is so, so good,’’ says Fingon, trying to wind Maglor up. It works.

‘Not half as good as my Dad's!’ snaps Maglor, who is almost painfully loyal to his family.

‘Calm down, it's only a bit of fun,’ Finrod laughs. ‘What's making you so grumpy?’

‘Sorry,’ Maglor sighs. ‘I had a rough night. Lots on my mind. And it's too hot!’

‘Oh, bad luck,’ says Finrod, passing him a drink. ‘What's Russandol doing today?’

Maglor is glad to switch topic. ‘Out hunting with our twins. But tomorrow I'm going with him to look for Silmarils.’

‘You could always go swimming too, or fishing,’ says Fingon, thoughtfully. ‘Just watch out for that chasm on your way.’

‘I will,’ Maglor says, ‘But I don't know about him. Always rushing into things…’

‘I don't think you should go,’ says Finrod, looking anxious. ‘But I want to sing now! You accompany us to start with, Maglor, and Fingon or I will play in turn.’

‘Don't worry, young ‘un, I was joking,’ says Maglor, stroking his harp strings and producing a soothing sound. ‘Nothing will go wrong. Upon my Oath!’

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Wow!! This is so funny, winding Maglor up! 

And your missing letter E's are so masterfully unobtrusive, I didn't even register that you'd not said "Maedhros" or "Daeron"!

Impressive! 

OMG, this is perfection! The story reads so well on its own without feeling forced around the challenge anti-prompt (which I will be honest I thought was next to impossible when I put that one in!) And there's so many double meanings that I was laughing out loud as I read this! *chef's kiss*

Ooh, this story works very well without E:s! And it was very entertaining, too. I also love to see Maglor and Finrod interacting. I know you didn’t mean it that way, but I have previously read some nice Finrod/Maglor that has softened me towards that pairing.