Dreams Under Different Names by LadyBrooke

[ladybrooke]

B2MeM Prompt and Path: “I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes. “ Anne Brontë - Purple
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Angst
Rating: General
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Maglor
Pairings: N/A
Creator’s Notes (optional): Apparently I am incapable of writing a Maglor who is both grown up and does not have angst going on.
Summary: Makalaurë, Kanafinwë, and Maglor are the same person, but they dream of different things.

Makalaurë dreams of adoring crowds, with his mother and father smiling together in the crowd, as his grandparents stand with his aunts and uncles. All of them applaud as he finished, and he sees Nelyo pick the twins up and balance them on his shoulders, his other brothers crowded around as well.


Kanafinwë dreams of a ship docked on a deserted shore, and his youngest brothers departing it together after he speaks up and says they should check the ship one more time, to make sure nobody fell asleep on it. He doesn’t remark on his father’s eyeroll, even in a dream, because here his father is rolling his eyes because they both remember that time the twins managed to fall asleep in a grain bin. Here his father is less paranoid, more likely to listen to arguments that revenge will be easier with more people – and if Ñolofinwë wanted to turn back, he could have gone with Arafinwë, and if he wanted to be King, wasn’t it better to have him here where they could keep an eye on any plots? Surely , it’d be better to have Arafinwë as King of the Noldor in Valinor, because he won’t argue with the Valar, whereas Ñolofinwë does.

Then he dreams of a ship returning, with Findekáno on it, and his brother clasping his cousin with both hands.


Maglor dreams of his family together again.

This time, he doesn’t dream about an adoring crowds with them.

Comments

[keiliss.livejournal.com]

So sad, Brooke. Specially the part about the twins. Nicely done.

[ladybrooke]

Thank you!

[kayleelupin.livejournal.com]

Poor Macalaure, and Canafinwe and Maglor. *hugs him, who is all three at once and all of it very sad* :( Well written! I have to wonder what would happen if Feanor had sent the ships back...

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! :D I have to wonder too - I suppose it would depend on if Fëanor sent the ships back and then waited for the others to arrive, or if he sent the ships back and then immediately tried to attack Morgoth....

[just-jenni.livejournal.com]

This is so beautiful and sad. I love angsty Maglor. ♥

Feanor rolling his eyes was too much! :D

The last three lines are killers. ♥

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! I love angsty Maglor too, though I feel bad for making him be that way. :P

The last three lines were my favorite to write, so I'm glad somebody else likes them. <3

[engarian.livejournal.com]

Ouch! A wonderful example of how dreams change over time and through circumstance. That last dream is the shortest, but by far the most poignant.

- Erulisse (one L)

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! :D Yeah, as time goes on, his dream becomes both simpler and shorter, but also more impossible.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

The last dream was the saddest for me.

[ladybrooke]

Thank you. :) I agree.

[oloriel.livejournal.com]

They may be dreaming of different things, and yet all the dreams link up somehow...
This is all around excellent, but the last lines in particular deliver a killer punch.

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! :D

[zdenka]

Oh, this is terribly sad (but I like it).

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! :) I'm glad you like it, even if it is sad.

[hhimring]

The first dream probably happened just like that, during the day, many times.
But not the last...

[ladybrooke]

Yeah, the last probably couldn't happen until after the Final Battle...
Thank you for the comment. :)

[starbrow.livejournal.com]

So sad, and so true, all of these. <3

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! :D

[independence1776]

Poor Maglor.

[ladybrooke]

Thanks! Poor Maglor indeed.

[fernstrike]

Oh, poor Maglor. This is so sad, but so wonderfully written.

[ladybrooke]

Thank you! Poor Maglor, indeed...