#daemags

apologies @daemags day, i misread the date and am afraid i have nothing bespoke to offer, only this cropped WIP section from a much larger 20-person mereth aderthad classical painting i’ve been chipping slowly away at for a couple months now!

this section shows daeron and maglor judging each other’s poetry: maglor’s parchment reads ‘how much poetry can you even write about being a cuck’ as a placeholder but will be replaced with something equally bitchy but more timeline-accurate. daeron’s own notes will read ‘the noldolantë is naught but a tyrant’s lullaby’.

also features the new maglor design i’ve landed on for this painting, aka ‘wouldn’t it be funny if he had the temperament of nerdanel but looks so much like fëanor that it gives him, curufin, and fëanor himself a complex’. fëanorians are in black here, inspired by from charcoal to nigrosin by @angamaite-der-ritter, which states “the widespread usage of black dyes became firmly associated with the Fëanárian faction, starting ostensibly in the period of Kanafinwë Macalaurë’s regency” (though i did give their clothing red accents to distinguish them from other characters in black, and idk yet what i’ll go with when i paint in their circlets).

thank you so much for running the event and the daemags advocacy, @polutrope — you have opened my eyes to the best ship dynamic in the world.

The tiniest daemags for @daemags day <3

Daeron and Maglor watching the last ship.

And a close up. I changed Maglors’s lyre from the first sketch to this one made of turtle shell. I think it would suit more to the hermit wondering the shores for hundreds of years

"And it is told that in that time Daeron the minstrel of Thingol strayed from the land, and was seen no more. He it was that made music for the dance and song of Lúthien, before Beren came to Doriath; and he had loved her, and set all his thought of her in his music. He became the greatest of all the minstrels of the Elves east of the Sea, named even before Maglor son of Fëanor. But seeking for Lúthien in despair he wandered upon strange paths, and passing over the mountains he came into the East of Middle-earth, where for many ages he made lament beside dark waters for Lúthien, daughter of Thingol, most beautiful of all living things." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien" "And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea, and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves. and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves. For Maglor was mighty among the singers of old, named only after Daeron of Doriath but he came never back among the people of the Elves." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath"

↳ for @daemags day!

[ID: a moodboard comprised of nine images mainly in shades of cool grey-green and brown.

a double drabble written for the 4/4/26 SWG instadrabbling session for the prompt: We are far from perfect / but perfect as we are / we are bruised, we are broken / but we are goddamn works of art

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How unfair, Daeron thought vaguely, that he was doomed to fade away while Maglor Fëanorion, dispossessed kinslayer, remained as full of life as he had been when they’d first met beside the sun-spangled shores of Ivrin. Oh, how he had sparkled then, decked out in garnets and gold, with hands that strummed the strings of a harp with as much precision as they wielded a sword. Daeron had worn pearls and silver, and the finest silks that Doriath had to offer—though he had been heedless then, and brought them home covered in grass stains.

They were a very long way from Ivrin now, and Daeron could not remember when he had last seen jewels or touched silk.

Maglor sat beside him under the tree. A river flowed along at their feet, small and glimmering gently in the greenish light under the trees. “I should tell you to go away, Kinslayer,” Daeron said.

“I should tell you to seek the Havens,” said Maglor. “Does the Sea not call to you?”

“They say your voice is like the Sea,” said Daeron. “Maybe that will be enough.”

My first piece for the @feanorian-zine! A scene of Maglor and Daeron having some musical fun out in the forest, where a little someone finds Daeron’s hair more interesting than the song :)