Chains of love
I did not wish to take up the oath, never wished anyone harm. And yet I did. Why? I constantly ask myself. Why did you do it? The answer is simple, even to a lonely exile wandering the coast and singing laments to the sea, who I might add I expect to start singing back soon.
I did it for love. Not for the love of my father, he and I never saw eye to eye, or even my grandfather kind as he may have been. No, I did it for my brothers. I have always been the least like father, taking after mother more. I was slow to anger and quick to give up on smithing. It was always I whom my brothers ran to after an argument, even proud Curufin although he would deny it vehemently, always I who wiped away the tears and scold them for resorting to violence. And yet I took up the oath, although I was the last to lay down my sword.
It was a simple enough reason; I desired to shield my brothers from pain. They may be strong from the outside but I know; only I know that they could be brought down because inside they were soft. One cunning sentence was all that was required to worm through their shields and strike the softness hidden within. I chose the oath to protect my brothers, for I am a bard and am used to twisting others words to the point were they regret opening their mouths.
I am Kanofinwe Makalaure son of Nerdanal the wise, and I chose exile for the love of my brothers.
Fin
Author's notes: I think that Maglor is a delightful contradiction, cunning yet gentle and wise and I hope that I have portrayed that in this story/one shot. I also think that he and Feanor wouldn't relate much and that he was much like his mother.
Hope you enjoyed it!