Failed Attempt
Maglor glares down at his shiny, recently-painted toenails with repulsion.
He had been fascinated with the new and exciting idea of nail polish, and had, of course, chosen the most outlandish color available.
Neon hot pink.
It is summer, and people give him the oddest looks as he goes about his business in his old sandals, baring the neon hot pink nails to the world.
Maglor wants to slap himself for his foolishness.
"Don't worry," his roommate reassures from where he is typing away on his laptop, smiling, "it will come off."
"I wish all my mistakes could go away so easily." he mutters to himself, running his fingers over the label on the bottle of nail-polish regretfully.
"What?" his roommate asks, looking up.
Maglor shakes his head.
"Nothing."
Why on Arda was he living with a roommate? Soon enough the young man who ordered them both pizza every friday night would realize there was something odd about Maglor.
He would notice how his roommate never aged or had to shave, never got sick, didn't have pictures of himself as a kid, didn't even have a family.
Maglor's greatest friend would become his greatest problem.
He supposes he'll just have to move out in a year or so, keep moving from town to town, state to state, country to country.
Come to think of it, why didn't he just move out of this apartment now, before things get messy? Why does he linger here in this insignificant town?
Maglor sighs, unscrewing the little bottle and beginning to absently paint his fingernails.
Maybe it was because he was just so lonely here, in this foreign world.
"Hey man, you're really gonna regret that." laughs his roommate, padding over and putting an arm around him, taking the nail-polish from his grasp.
Maglor has only gotten to the pinky nail on his left hand.
He smiles.
"Thanks."
Maybe it was because he needed a friend.
Because I'm obsessed with ModernDay!Maglor...sigh...