So this is just a little collection of ModernDay!Maglor stuff. No warnings, unless posted on a specific piece.
I don't know how much I'll be continuing this, just whenever I get inspired. I might take requests, if you have any(if you do, please tell me in the review box).
DISCLAIMER: I. Do. Not. Own. It all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. Not me. This Disclaimed applies to all further chapters of this work. :)
Normal Guy
He was just a normal guy.
A normal guy with a plain grey t-shirt, and washed out ripped jeans.
A normal guy with green converse sneakers, and silver highlights in his hair.
He was just a normal guy, a guitar teacher, a normal guy with earbuds in his ears and soccer cleats slung over his shoulder.
He was just a normal guy with a navy blue and orange friendship bracelet hanging forlornly on his wrist, and a shining gold ring on his index finger.
He was just a normal guy with a normal name who sat on the curb on weekends to sing free songs for the people walking by on the busy city streets.
He looked so normal, so easy, just like he belonged there.
But if you looked closely enough, you could see that there was a light in his eyes and a sound to his voice that did not belong.
Eonwe sat, just a normal guy in a hoodie and sweatpants at a bus-stop, watching Maglor, sitting on the curb, singing his heart out to a scraggly feral cat who was venturing out from a gutter towards him, curious.
Eonwe chuckled.
He sure was doing a good job, but it was time that minstrel came home.
If you want to read more of my ModernDay!Maglor pieces, please go visit my story, 'A Hundred Pieces of Colored Cloth', a collection of 100 pieces of flash fiction, in which there are several ModernDay!Maglor stuffs.(yes, I just seriously said 'stuffs')
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please review!