| Maglor the Singer | |||||||||||
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| Aka: Canafinw�, Macalaur�, the Golden Voice, and �you sissy� by Curufin. Looks: Tall, handsome, dark-haired, grey-eyed Noldo. Aren�t they all? Not that there is anything wrong with being tall, dark, and handsome, if you follow me. Smarts: He was smart enough to know what is the right thing to do. Such a pity he never quite mustered enough strength to go his own way instead of letting his brothers lug him around� Personality: He was the nicest and sweetest of the sons of F�anor, but don�t start smiling just yet. He was also quite weak and followed his father and brothers like a dog, not that anything good ever came from it. Make sure he values YOUR opinion above and beyond theirs. |
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| Portrait courtesy of Silm-Extreme | |||||||||||
| Cooking: Unfortunately, there are no voice-operated stoves in Middle-earth. And food can�t be cooked by singing to it. Consider also that he has to take care of his precious harp-playing fingers, which may never touch such dangerous things like knives, and you will realize that you will be the one slaving away in the kitchen. Fighting Skills: He is the sole surviving son of F�anor, which proves that he is better than he seems, though maybe he was just smart enough to stay in the back. Or perhaps harp strings are far more dangerous than they appear. Special Abilities: Singing. Composing music. Singing. Composing lyrics. Did I say singing? He took second place on Arda�s Idol competition, and that is saying something. Competition: Thousands and thousands of fans dreaming of him serenading them. As far as canon, an obscure chronicle claims that he has been married, but we prefer to think that historian was senile, or maybe listened to one too many of Maglor�s sadder love songs. In-Laws: F�anor and Nerdanel, and six brothers of various degrees of nastiness. Remember that this spineless Elf is readily influenced by his father and brothers to do all kinds of evil things, like slaying relatives and destroying valuable property, so keep them away by all means, including chili-powder cupcakes. Economics: When he was a Prince of Noldor, first in Tirion and then in Formenos, he seemed to be set for life. However, these times of prosperity have passed, and eventually all he had left were the clothes on his back and his harp. Prepare to spend better part of eternity as a wife to a wandering singer, wondering where your next dinner will come from. We can confide that most of the time it will come from the beach, in form of the seaweeds. We heard they taste better frozen. Sex: We have a hunch that it will include long foreplay and extensive use of fingers. Other: We would assume that someone so used to admiration from each and every person he meets has an insatiable ego that needs constant stroking. Beware. Also, start training yourself to sleep in noisy environments now. Overall: Not a bad catch, assuming you like constantly stroking someone�s ego, knowing that he will forget all your selfless devotion as soon as one of his brothers rides in and screams, �Let�s hunt some Sindar!� |
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