No, this is not a joke.

[lorien_gal]

There may be a boat, on the lake, very early this morning.

On this boat, there may be a woman, beautiful, tall and proud, eyes clear as pond water, hair golden to match the Light of the Trees. She looks about, and her eyes fill with wonder and concern - this is not the Great River that leads to Osgiliath. This is not the way to Minas Tirith -

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[broodingelf]

If she makes it past the throngs of relatives at the lakeshore, she may find, some way further in, the only other cousin in her generation to have actually survived the book.

The sudden arrivals are becoming almost commonplace, but a not-dead relative is certainly a bit of a change. Maglor regards her for a moment, and gives her a careful, respectful nod. "--Galadriel."

[broodingelf]

Ha, speak of the devil. Not that we know that yet. He smiles slightly -- he was very fond of his foster-son. "Third Age, then. You must be pleased."

[lorien_gal]

"He is a good man, wise and true. He will treat her well, I trust."

That also, helps her, with regards to Maglor himself.

[broodingelf]

We love how someone as batshit and kinslay-y as the Tweedles turned out someone as cool as Elrond, we really do. "He is, and he will." Which he would say even if he didn't know if for historical fact.

[lorien_gal]

"I would not have given him my daughter otherwise."

She means it, too, which is why she says it very seriously. Another meaning? You didn't fuck up completely, Maglor, and she acknowledges that.

[broodingelf]

Most awkward in-laws ever, am I right? He actually gets the message, though, and bows his head in recognition of it.

"He will be worthy of her. --They will go into the West, in the end." It's an offering.

[lorien_gal]

She nods solemnly. "Aye. A fitting end to a long tale."

Peace, Maglor.