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two happy maglors and a wild fingon!
left-hand maglor inspired by this exchange:
“Everyone in wider Beleriand knew about my brother and Fingon,” interjected Maglor, with a laugh. “There were at least a dozen drinking songs about the two of them.”
“You ought to know,” sniffed Erestor, who was pointedly refusing to look up from his book. “You wrote half of them.” Maglor was positively beaming.
- The Love of Small Things, ch. 4