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The white wings of the gulls sliced up the sky, just as their mournful wailing cut the silence.
Maglor watched them, long coat and long hair flapping in the salt wind coming off the water, until they began to squabble over a discarded packet of Doritos and the melancholic effect was ruined.
“It’s better to burn out than to fade away,” he told them mournfully. Burn with the same passion that had consumed his father and taken his brothers one by one. Burn like the silmaril had burn-
The rumble of an engine and the screech of tires roused him from his reverie. “Hey. Hey Maglor,” cried a voice deep and melodic, pitched to be audible over the motorbike’s roar.
Though there was little point in it, Maglor pretended that he had not heard.
Fingon ignored that he was being ignored and leapt from his bike to stand beside Maglor upon the cliffs. “So we’re starting a band. You wanna join?”
Raven tresses whipping in the wind, Maglor turned his face away. “I…cannot.“ His voice, once the loveliest to grace the courts of Tirion, was a hoarse croak, no more musical than the shrieking of the gulls.
“Yeah, Daeron said you’d say that. Said you were all washed up.” Fingon leant over and picked some seaweed from Maglor’s collar. “I told him we should ask you anyway. For old times’ sake.”
“I don’t need your pity,” Maglor said piteously.
“Listen, I can bully you and cajole you and trick you, but sooner or later you’re going to join this stupid band. It will be much easier for both of us if you take the path of least resistance now.”
Maglor considered his options, weighed who was likely to win in a pitched battle of wills between himself and his cousin, and conceded.
“Who wants to live forever?” he said gloomily, hauling himself onto the pillion of Fingon’s motorbike.
omg this is. The greatest thing. The greatest. tbh when I wrote that ask I did so with Highlander AU foremost on my mind, but you gifted us with BAND AU (ALWAYS UP FOR IT) and fingon on a motorbike, I’m in heaven
their band would be amazing, they’d split up 800 times, maximum drama all the time, beautifully pretentious solo projects, I’m in love
featuring such smash hits as:
– ‘who wants to live forever’ (none of them, sucks 2 b an elf) – ‘another one bites the dust’ (nirnaeth arnoediad remembrance special extended edition) – ‘we are the champions’ (this is when daeron quits for the first time) – bohemian rhapsody (mama / just killed an elf / put a sword against his neck / slid right through it / now he’s dead) (this is when daeron quits the second time) -‘you’re my best friend’ (co-written by fingon and glorfindel but abt completely different people) – and of course ‘friends will be friends’ featuring the most sarcastically performed chorus of all times (except glorfindel, who is true in this as in all things)
sketchdump!! Daeron, Cirdan, Daeron again, and Amras and Amrod. Apparently amras and daeron visit the same hairstylist lol… just picture them randomly meeting in the woods like in that “same hat!” comic
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 
