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Maglor
Second son of Fëanor, foster father of Elrond and Elros

If any of the sons of Fëanor could be called "nice," Maglor would qualify for that honor. Inheriting his mother's temperament, he tried to get cooler heads to prevail when his father swore the Oath, argued against a lot of the more heinous things his father and brothers did, and took care of Elrond and Elros after their mother was lost. Even though his ultimate lot in life wasn't the best -- left forever wandering the shores of the sea, singing laments for the Silmaril he'd tossed into it when he couldn't stand the pain it caused him -- he was the only one of the Feanorians who defied the Valar and pursued Morgoth to survive. As with Maedhros, I couldn't find a specific description of Maglor, so I decided to be different and go for reddish-brown hair, neither the black hair of his father nor the red hair that would seem to be part of his mother's side (though red hair in Fëanor's children might be nother more than an allusion to him, being the "spirit of fire").

I chose the muted turquoise for Maglor not because he has any known affiliation with the sea-Elves, but because of his ultimate fate of wandering the seashore, and that the Silmaril that came to him (more or less against his better judgment) wound up in the waters of the world. Although the design for his clothing went fairly smoothly (being based largely on my outfit for Fëanor), it took more than half a dozen tries to make what I felt was a suitable skin for the face: neither too young nor too old, nor too grim nor too sappy happy. I hadn't expected it to be quite that difficult, but I'm reasonably pleased with the final result.