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In forest dark and deep, under hill and ringing far, the song of Daeron, greatest bard of the Eldar.
Come to Menegroth to hear his tune and dance with lovely princess Luthien! Come and behold the mysteries of Doriath! Just mind how much you drink, or your stay might be longer than you planned...
Indie 18+ RP blog for Daeron of Doriath from The Silmarillion.
people should appreciate how hard it is committing to a bit that nobody really cares about
the fucking GALL of making me switch tumblr live back on so that I can turn it off properly
I think I'm finally recovering from my vaccine hangover so hopefully will be back here soon 🙏
Tolkien describes Daeron's hands so many times so that we know he's prime fodder for anyone with a hand kink
Tolkien anytime Daeron enters the scene: I need everyone to understand how slender and delicate his hands are. The most remarkably slender and delicate fingers in the room, any room, anywhere. Just the most elegant hands. Hands that could finger an Ainur. Hands so beautiful people spontaneously developed hand kinks just from looking at him.
Tolkien describes Daeron's hands so many times so that we know he's prime fodder for anyone with a hand kink
“…unseen but near a piping woke, and in the branches of an oak, or seated on the beech-leaves brown [Daeron] the dark with ferny crown played with bewildering wizard’s art music for the breaking of the heart.”
— The Lay of Leithian, J.R.R. Tolkien (via imakemywings)
“Draft 1: But [Daeron] looked on Luthien and would he had not spoken then, and no more would he speak that day, though Thingol’s face with wrath was grey. Draft 2: But [Daeron] looked on Luthien’s face and faltered, seeing his disgrace in those clear eyes. He spoke no more, and silent Thingol’s anger bore.”
— Daeron regrets his divulgance to Thingol, The Lay of Leithian (draft comparison)
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life. ❜ ❛ umm, is this seat taken ? ❜ ❛ don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe. ❜ ❛ my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to. ❜ ❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ ❛ are you always this straightforward with strangers ? ❜ ❛ here, i noticed you lost this earlier. ❜ ❛ i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else. ❜ ❛ so, what brings you here today ? ❜ ❛ hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you. ❜ ❛ you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ? ❜ ❛ can’t you watch where you are going ?! ❜ ❛ i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now. ❜ ❛ oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ? ❜ ❛ here, let me help you. ❜ ❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜ ❛ apparently we’re going to be working on this together now. ❜ ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜ ❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜ ❛ looks like this will take a while, huh ? ❜ ❛ oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself. ❜ ❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit. ❜ ❛ do you come here often ? ❜ ❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜ ❛ you looked lonely so i got you a drink. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name]. ❜ ❛ what the hell just happened there ? ❜ ❛ have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it. ❜ ❛ can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here. ❜ ❛ seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. ❜ ❛ come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent. ❜ ❛ i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright. ❜ ❛ i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ? ❜ ❛ you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ? ❜ ❛ we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ? ❜ ❛ i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it. ❜ ❛ i think our orders may have gotten mixed up. ❜ ❛ do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ? ❜
After debarking, Daeron had spent a long while ambling around the quay. With nowhere to go, and no one to meet (that he knew of), he was quite at a loss. The famed shores of Valinor were beautiful as had been told in song, but he found himself already queasy with homesickness for Middle-earth, and deeply concerned he had made the wrong choice in allowing himself to be talked onto one of Cirdan's westbound boats.
Resolving to go and find the quasi-mythical king of the Teleri, who was brother to Thingol, he quickly found himself terribly lost, and regretting the entire adventure quite thoroughly. Barefoot, with only the things he had carried on his person for decades or centuries (and a lyre he had taken on impulse from the Grey Havens), he had little to induce anyone to help him from point A to point B, even if he had picked up rudimentary Quenya in the time before the ban.
“In those days, it is said, Daeron the Minstrel, chief loremaster of the kingdom of Thingol, devised his Runes; and the Naugrim that came to Thingol learned them, and were well-pleased with the device…By the Naugrim the Cirth were taken east over the mountains and passed into the knowledge of many peoples; but they were little used by the Sindar for the keeping of records, until the days of the War, and much that was held in memory perished in the ruins of Doriath.”
— “Of the Sindar,” The Silmarillion
I am legitimately just fucking around now
Edit: this is the picrew if anyone else wants it <3
Aegnor squinted at the shelf of books, trying to remember which one he was supposed to read.
He really needed to start making notes when Finrod gave him study tips.
Doriath's royal library--while a large collection of books for the Umanyar--was hardly worth remarking on. The Iathrim were not a group which valued the written word much; Daeron's own book collection rivaled that of the royal family (and several of their volumes had been written or gifted to them by Daeron himself).
Nevertheless, Daeron did occasionally desire to peruse something they had, and so found his way to the frankly lacking library.
"Looking for something in particular?" he asked, when his entry into the room was greeted with one of the golden heads of Luthien's cousins from over the sea.
It's too bad the Nolofinweans and Feanorians never got to visit Menegroth so Daeron could sing insulting songs about them while they had an audience with Thingol and Melian
“Something like that.” Beleg smiled thinly. Daeron was closer to the mark than he could know. Beleg considered explaining, but he would have to explain Túrin, and the thought of talking about him made Beleg almost nauseated.
He searched for another topic; talking was a pleasant distraction from pain and misery, but not when he had to talk about something so raw. “You know me. Always finding trouble. Well, it seems I have finally found myself in trouble too deep to escape.”
Daeron knew enough about talking light to avoid something heavy that Beleg's redirection was painfully obvious, but in his new, more vulnerable state, Daeron found himself unwilling to push very hard on it.
"Apparently not," he said instead, continuing to wind the bandage fabric around Beleg's wound. "As here you are, talking my ear off, just like before." Normally this would have been paired with a flash of a toothy grin, but presently the lighter tone of voice was all he could manage. Surreptitiously, delicately, he pressed his fingers against Beleg's gut around the wound, to see if the flesh felt hotter than it should. He couldn't really tell. He wished--not for the first time since leaving Doriath--that he'd paid more attention to the healers.
"If you've left Thingol with enough of a mess to clean up, perhaps escaping over the mountains for a few years isn't the wrong idea."
Nelly Arcan, from Burqa of Skin.
