Anti-OTP: Maglor/Guinevere

[broodingelf]

Maglor gravitates towards water: it's where the original Music of the world yet lives the strongest, and as a bonus it quite nicely complements his angst. Of all the places to be unhappy forever, the beach is good and romantically atmospheric for it

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[sissy_queen]

And as always, Guinever will come, lured by Maglor's music, like a moth to a bright and beautiful flame.

She will sit nearby, respectfully listening, smiling at him in greeting, but not wanting to interrupt.

[broodingelf]

The music stills when he notices her; it was not special music, only emotion half-articulated. He inclines his head and smiles a bit self-consciously.

"Lady Guinevere, hello."

[sissy_queen]

"Lord Maglor." She smiles. She likes him, what can we say? She's always happy to see him.

"Pray not interrupt yourself on my behalf..."

[broodingelf]

"You interrupt nothing." He sets the harp aside and tilts his head at her, faintly amused. "What am I going to have to do to get you to stop calling me that?"

[sissy_queen]

.....

"Pardon me. I meant no offense." Shyly. "But mayhap..."

She asked before. It didn't work. So.

[broodingelf]

"I'm just still no one's lord. No offense is taken." Easily. He's quite comfortable with the not being a feudal prince ever again thing. "Mayhap?"

[sissy_queen]

"Wouldst not dub me by my familiar, Maglor, if I dub thee so?"

[broodingelf]

"Ah, but the difference, Guinevere, is that you have subjects still; it isn't so ill-fitting on you." He's teasing, though.

[sissy_queen]

"Nay, nay. I do not. My King is not here, and my Champion has left me to wander the woods. The Knights fear me without reason. Solely my lord brother seeks me, at times, when his duties allow. I have no subjects."

And she's very, very lonely.

[broodingelf]

He can tell, and his expression softens. "I am sorry. It is a terrible thing to be alone, when solitude is unlooked-for."

[sissy_queen]

She nods, a bit numbly. She can't meet his eyes, and tell him that he's the only source of true joy she has.

"T'is not your fault, Maglor." So, so softly.

[broodingelf]

"No, and still." He knows loneliness, and she hasn't even done anything to deserve it. "I hope you never have to learn to bear it."

[sissy_queen]

Rescue her! She wants you to! She just could never, ever, ever, ask.

"My thanks, Maglor." So softly.

[broodingelf]

He isn't exactly a knight in shining armour, here. But he smiles again, brief and sympathetic. "Perhaps you need not be lonely here. Come, sit nearer."

[sissy_queen]

Shining armors do get in the way when fighting loneliness, at any rate.

She does, smiling shyly.

[broodingelf]

But they also have less issues.

He touches her shoulder, light. "Shall I play for you a while?" What? It's how he communicates.