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thesummerestsolstice · 18 hours
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There were quite a few people who absolutely refused to believe Elrond and Elros were who they claimed to be when they first came to Gil-Galad's camp. This led to the rise of several extremely questionable theories on who they really were, from the more mundane– they're just two half-elves the Feanorians found somewhere– to the more... esoteric, like that Maglor had "sung them into existence" to fool the armies of Valinor into letting them steal the Silmarils.
The most popular theory was that Elrond and Elros were actually the children of Maglor and Daeron of Doriath, and that they'd been kept secret for... some reason– look I never said the conspiracy theories made sense. E&E look a lot like Luthien (Luthien and Daeron are siblings with pretty similar features) and a bit like Fingolfin (who looks like Feanor who looks like Maglor), so it's not totally implausible. It would also explain how E&E had Maia powers without being Elwing's kids. And that was just enough information for it to become a completely unkillable rumor. Most of it dies down after E&E show some clearly human traits, like getting sick, but there are still die-hard believers out there. Some genealogies from the early Third Age list Elrond as Daeron and Maglor's child.
Elrond, who's been confronted about his "real parents" several times, is very over it. Gil-Galad thinks it's extremely funny.
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archamion · 2 days
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Day 2: Maglor & spouse Daeron of Doriath
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mersilisk · 1 month
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I honestly think it can be applied to many silm chars
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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year
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aemond: i can't have a child. i have too many responsibilities to ever be a father.
also aemond: helaena, don't forget your coat, it's cold outside. aegon, you'd better be back by ten; if you aren't, i'm coming to pick you up myself. daeron, i packed your lunch, it's by the door. and mother, please be ready by 11 for our visit to the sept.
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hamletphase · 1 month
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half-maia siblings <3
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ela-draws · 8 months
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Daeron as the "Harp Player" by Alfons Mucha
An idea by @aredhels ;)
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curiouselleth · 6 months
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sesamenom · 1 year
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House of Thingol (including Daeron and Turin)
Thingol design by @lycheesodas
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yellow-faerie · 7 months
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I am not of the belief that there actually is a best minstrel among the elves. Like...music is such a broad and varied art that you may compare Maglor and Daeron, but that would be like comparing the sea and the forest; they both play beautifully and with great skill and inspire their people, but their arts come from different cultures and backgrounds.
And Lúthien has an ethereal nature due to her heritage which makes her music beautiful and powerful, yes, but does that make her a skilled minstrel or a singer with a beautiful natural voice and an inherent connection to the Music and the world that channels it? Could you truly compare her to anyone else?
There are other minstrels, I know, but I find myself thinking how interesting it is that it's such a debate as to which one's the greatest (of course, I do find the arguments interesting and I do really enjoy reading them) when music is something that is very subjective.
Like, an opera singer and a jazz singer use very different techniques to get the sound they want out, and to invoke the emotion they want. If you had a master of opera and a master of jazz, I don't think you could directly compare them - except if you had a preference for one or the other type of music.
And I think (from a Watsonian perspective) the idea of a Greatest Elven Minstrel is very political - it's almost as if to show that this elven side is still better than the other, culturally at least, because their music is better etc. etc.
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aotearoa20 · 1 month
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somewhere in Rivendell in the third age
Daeron: Hang on, We were both minstrels in first age Beleriand, how come I've never heard of you?
Lindir: You were probably performing in Doriath, I was out on the Eastern Marches
Daeron: fucking Fëanorians! We hated you guys
Lindir: We hated ourselves
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lycheesodas · 1 year
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you’ve heard of kidnap fam, get ready for.... whatever this dynamic is
previously on nellas and daeron find dior’s twins: 1, 2
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thesummerestsolstice · 2 months
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Fic Concept: Erestor is Maglor, Lindir is Daeron, and Gildor is Finrod. They all live in Rivendell in the Third Age. They're all using elf magic to try and hide their identities, so they don't recognize each other.
Lindir has heard Galadriel call Gildor kin but assumes that Gildor is like, Finrod's son or something because Finrod would absolutely name a child "Gildor Inglorion."
Erestor has heard Lindir sing some very familiar old Sindarin lays but assumes that he must just know them because of how popuar Daeron's compositions were. Nevermind that many of them are lost to history by the Third Age.
Gildor knows Erestor is Feanorian because he's not as subtle as he thinks but he doesn't really sing around people anymore– because singing the Noldolante for thousands of years straight has made his voice extremely dangerous– so Gildor assumes he's just another old Feanorian follower.
Elrond and Gandalf are making bets about when they'll realize. Elrond bet it would happen before the Fourth Age. It's not looking good for them.
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polutrope · 22 days
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The music enchants, but it is the minstrel’s silks that enthrall Maglor. Silver-green like starlight meshed in moss, they ripple like water— nay, like thick cream, tempting both eyes and tongue. The cloth loves the one it clothes; lives as though the tiny creatures who spun it sacrificed their spirits in its making. 
It is as soft as cream, too, between Maglor’s fingers. So soft Maglor bares himself first, which he has done for no one since landing on these shores. He bares the scar that loops around his ribs: the mark of a Balrog’s whip. A strange scar, patterned like chainmail, for the metal grew so hot it singed the flesh it was meant to protect. 
Maglor’s skin burns otherwise now. He hungers for luxury. Hungers and takes, lowering the length of himself over the prone body beneath him. 
“Have you no silks in your Blessed Realm?” Daeron’s chuckle is a playful breeze on Maglor’s throat. 
They do, they did — but not like this. Ah, how Maglor wishes he could tell him: they are gone, all his gowns, all his trailing robes and winged shawls. More we shall make: so his father had spoken. But there are no such materials in cold Beleriand – none save these that have come out of the Girdled Kingdom, draped upon the shoulders of a nightborn bard with a voice like rain, like rivers, like the vast dark spaces between stars. 
Maglor’s silks are left behind and lost, but these— but you— “You are here,” Maglor says, nonsequitur. 
Daeron asks no more questions, and that is well, for Maglor can give no answers. He kisses Maglor’s mouth and shrugs out of his silks, and at the touch of skin on skin, warm and supple skin, Maglor’s hunger is at once renewed and sated. It is not his silks, but Daeron for whom he hungers; Daeron who is his luxury, his comfort, his home.
Inspired by @jouissants' Doriath silk monopoly worldbuilding in arrangement for flute and harp
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bbygirl-aemond · 10 months
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aegon, playing scrabble: i will put down 'A' to make 'a.' helaena: i will add onto your 'A' to make 'rat.' aemond: i will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'biostratographic.' aegon: helaena: aegon: aemond, you're banned from scrabble from now on. daeron, who was banned months ago: HA!
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dorsie · 26 days
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Alicent's kids at Hogwarts ✧˖°.
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outofangband · 1 month
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Daeron board for @searchingforserendipity25 wth cave streams, ferns and forests! Seren, you're such a kind person, I reread the tags you leave on my posts all the time and I absolutely adore your writin, especally your dusk piece and your recent Aredhel ones!
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