The Time I DEFINITELY Met Maglor IRL

[ermingarden]

I grew up in Monterey, California, otherwise known as the last bastion of suburban "normalcy" between the hippie enclaves of Big Sur and Santa Cruz, and also kind of a tourist trap.

I was down by the beach around sunset once when I heard a hauntingly beautiful and unearthly tune. Rounding a sand dune, I found a disheveled man playing the didgeridoo as I have never heard it played before (and having grown up near Big Sur I have heard rather more didgeridoo playing than I might have liked).

He played for several minutes, until the sun sank fully below the horizon, whereupon he bowed deeply to the sun and informed me that he spends his time traveling up and down the California coast, playing his didgeridoo on the beach every sunrise and sunset.

Only one conclusion may be drawn from this. Maglor son of Feanor wanders the coastline to this day, lamenting the evils done for the sake of the brothers’ dreadful oath - and plays a mad didgeridoo.

Comments

[shirebound]

Thank you for sharing this moving experience.

[ysilme]

(I'm so sorry for deleting this comment twice before finally posting it; I seem to be particularly code-challenged today.)

What a great encounter! I can totally imagine this to be Maglor, and can only imagine how special this encounter must have been. I have a firm mental image of Maglor these days, too, after coming across this video. The title of the song is particularly fitting, too, and if necessary you can always ignore the beard, although I'm going with the fanon/canon bit that _very_ old elves might grow/wear facial hair eventually. Cirdan does, after all.
(Do you happen to know Narya's awesome current fic about Maglor through history, The Way of the Paradox? It's here on the SWG and here on Faerie.

[ermingarden]

I love that fic! Truthfully, I was joking about the didgeridoo fellow being Maglor, if only because he seemed too cheerful. Thank you for the video - he does really look like Maglor would!