Imladris is a place where all are welcome, even those most outcast. There are Avari, wild and wary in the woods of the Valley, distrustful of the visitors of other races who come traipsing through, Green Elves and Silvan from drowned Ossiriand, singing silly songs and laughing at everything and everyone, and Sindar who remember Doriath, old and dangerous. But most of the guard and the craftsmen are fire-eyed Noldor, both the kinslaying veterans from the very earliest wars of Beleriand and survivors of Eregion who were born in Middle-earth.
And amogst those fire-eyed Noldor is one who seems ignored by almost everyone, sitting in a quiet corner of the House, drawing tunes from his harp that might make stone weep or the birds sing. He lifts his head as Boromir walks into the room and blinks at him.
Boromir hadn't in fact been looking for anything in particular. He feels tired and not much else but the music had drawn his attention which might have been cause for him being questioned by the other. He shakes his head and well it's too late to avert his gaze now.
Maglor smiles at that, and tips his head to a nearby chair.
"You are welcome to stay and listen more, if you would like? Tis seldom enough that I have an audience, but I mind it not."
Elrond, or his children, sometimes, both the elven and the mortal fosterlings who have come through. Lindir, but he's technically Maglor's apprentice and doesn't technically count. Erestor, on the rare occasion, but the former seneschal does not like to wake the memories of his youth. Maglor has played for Imladris a grand total of three times, but most of the time, the polite thing is to pretend he isn't there.
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And amogst those fire-eyed Noldor is one who seems ignored by almost everyone, sitting in a quiet corner of the House, drawing tunes from his harp that might make stone weep or the birds sing. He lifts his head as Boromir walks into the room and blinks at him.
"Are you looking for something, my lord?"
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"No, I was merely listening."
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"You are welcome to stay and listen more, if you would like? Tis seldom enough that I have an audience, but I mind it not."
Elrond, or his children, sometimes, both the elven and the mortal fosterlings who have come through. Lindir, but he's technically Maglor's apprentice and doesn't technically count. Erestor, on the rare occasion, but the former seneschal does not like to wake the memories of his youth. Maglor has played for Imladris a grand total of three times, but most of the time, the polite thing is to pretend he isn't there.