@Fili_Oakenshield asked for this one or the one I wrote before this, but I decided to write both of them as a surprise :) Imagine finding Maglor in this time.

'What will it be today, (y/n)?' Joe asked. 'The same as usual' you said with a smile. The man laughed and turned around to mak your cup of tea to go. You always bought the same for a few months no. At first, Joe had treated you like any other customer, but the more you came the more friendky he was. 'Here you go, a hot cup of tea with a free muffin. And don't decline' he said when you tried to gove it back to him. 'You are a loyal customer so you can have it.'

'Thank you so much' you said. Joe nodded his head. 'Don't thank me, thank yourself. Will I see you again tomorrow?' You shook your head. 'I have a day off tomorrow, you will see me in three days.' 'It i always sad to see you leave, but now, my heart aches even more when you close that door and I won't see you until the sun rises for the third time' Joe said dramatically. 'Always so dramatic, exactly how I like my tea' you joked. 'This time I spotted some rhyme in there, Joe, how come?' you asked confused.

Joe placed both of his hands on the counter and shrugged. 'My heart turns poetic when my muse is here.' You raised one eyebrow. 'Over there' Joe said. You turned your head to see what he was talking about. The same regular customers sat at their tables. Bob the pizza man is your muze? I guess a round bread can shake your world' you said, confused. 'Very funny, I'm not talking about Bob. I am talking about that new guy.' This time, Joe pointed at the place he meant. You followed his finger and your eyes landed on a guy behind Bob.

The men's hair was long and black. He was slim and had a beautiful smile on his lips. You felt so calm when you looked at him, the way he sat an sipped from his coffee were all so serene and calming. 'What is his name?' you asked. The men had a piece of paper and a pencil in his hand. He was writing something down, you were dying to find out what it was he was writing. Joe first looked at you, then at the man and back at you. 'Maybe you should ask him' Joe said, walking to the back before you could protest. You bit your lip. Would it be weird to ask a stranger what he was writing? Of course not.

Casually, you walked past him, trying to sneak a peek at the paper. You could tell that it was lined paper and that he had already written something down. But you couldn't tell what he had written. The second time, you walked past behind him so that he wouldn't see you, you thought. 'You may ask me what I am writing, I have no secrets' a soft voice spoke. You stopped dead in your tracks, knowing he had caught you. Quickly, you turned around with a tomato red head. 'I'm so sorry, that was really impolite.'

'Like I said, I have no secrets' the men said. He waved his hand at the seat across from him. 'Take a seat, I would love to hear what you think of my poem.' Embarrassed and thankful at the same time, you sat down. Nervously you held your cup in your hand. He smiled reassuringly at you and the same sense of calmness rushed over you. 'Would you like to hear my poem? It isn't done yet but I wold like to hear your opinion.' You nodded. He picked up the paper and was about to start when you suddenly blirted out: 'My name is (y/n).'

You closed your eyes, wishing an eagle would come and safe you right now. But of course it didn't come. If only you were in Middle-Earth right now and not here in the real world. 'That is a lovely name. My name is Maglor' he said, offering you a small smile. You smiled back, thankful that he was so polite. 'If only I cold control myself right now' you thought. 'I won't interrupt you again' you said. Maglor was a special name, you had heard it before.

'Once in a while

my thoughts drift back to you

When I can remember you laying

in the early grass among the dew

Your red hair spread wide

beneath your head

Or is this just a dream

that I dreamed in my bed'

Maglor stops. His voice became more serious where it had first been joyful. You had concentrated on his eyes the whole time. He looked straight back at you. 'It sounds to me like that person was very dear to you' you said after a while. A sad smile played on his lips. 'It feels that way but... sometimes I feel like I have known that person in another life, do you know what I mean?' You swallowed deeply before answering. 'I think the poem proves that you remember a lot of this person... and it is a lovely poem by the way... Maybe you can find someone who can help you to get your memory back?'

You were digging in your memory to find the answer to your own question. Where had you heard his name before? Absentmindedly did your hand move down to your necklace. It was a gift from your mother. She had got it from her mothe, who had got it from her mother and so on. Maglor followed your hand and narrowed his eyes when he saw the stone. 'Where did you get that from?'