Oh, these two! Bouncing off of each other for so long that it has been ages and ages it seems. I hope they can make a home, as Maglor suggests. :) I think will fall in love with them every way that you write them. :)

Oh, this is soaked in weariness and longing; it's so sweet and so beautiful, and the ending is so hopeful despite that heavy sense of sorrow and exhaustion!  (Also, I love the idea of Mags dying his hair rainbow colors <3)

(Could I get a Scavenger Hunt prompt?)

Oh the absolute weariness of the long long interminable years. (Sometimes I feel like Daeron does after just 50 of them; I can't even begin to imagine Ages of them.) 

But ... a home, together, might just make the years that much more tolerable. 

(Interesting how Maglor keeps changing, at least outward appearances. Does that help to keep the weariness at bay?)