Маглор и Маэдрос в Форменосе.
Maglor and Maedhros in the Formenos.
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Маглор и Маэдрос в Форменосе.
Maglor and Maedhros in the Formenos.
Skull de Mort as someone from Silmarillion would be
Maglor
Sauron/Annatar
I don't know if anyone's done this before but:
Maedhros: definitely paladin, oathbreaker if not then definetely oath of the vengeance.
Maglor: bard*.
*maybe bladesinging wizad if fancy.
Celebrimbor: I feel like he started out as a ranger (beast master) just because of the whole Oromë sotory, but then he multiclassed either into barbarian or fighter, cause he is kinda the meathead of the family.
Caranthir: wizard. He likes math. Angry lil wizard (affectionate).
Curufin: he's definitely a sorcerer cause he's the true nepo baby of the family.
Amrod & Amras: they definetely started out as rangers but I'm open to suggestion if they multiclassed into anything else. I think both druid and monk are possible options or even rouge if one wants to play into the trickster-twins stereotype.
Celebrimbor: artificer.
so deezer keeps shuffling 70s bops onto @glitterlessgold ‘s maglor playlist …. anyway have a maglor doodle.
Who is your favorite son of Feanor?
Favorite son of Feanor?
Maedhros
Maglor
Celegorm
Caranthir
Curufin
Amrod
Amras
Flower Song
by StarSpray (@starspray)
Part 9 of Wisdom of the Evening Star
As Lúcellë entered the courtyard, which was missing the fountain that had been there previously, instead sporting a much less attractive hole in the ground—clearly awaiting a new creation, whenever Fëanáro or Nerdanel managed to finish it—a young voice called out to her from above. “Aunt Lúcellë!” She looked up to find Macalaurë hanging out of a window, waving, with his dark hair falling over his shoulders and into his eyes.
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A bar in middle earth (We lit the fire)
The spirt dressed in a green cloak and an angry expression looks on as his family burns—well, what’s left of them.
Maglor hasn’t been much these past centuries, just flitting from bar to beach to bar and crashing. At least his songs got better over time. At least that’s what Amrod thought. Then again, it was hard for him to hear most things. Intense burns did that to you, even if you were dead.
Anyway, Maglor is up in the stage screaming his lungs out for their family’s so called tragedy. His eyes are red, his voice horse. Despite this he does have a good look going for him. Neat hair that’s still long with clean pants and rubber boots. A glove covers his festering hand. Amrod knows he has herbs stuffed under there to hide the smell—he would have done the same.
He looks similar as well; Hale and untouched by his life. It had taken him a lot of energy to appear in this form, the one the fire didn’t caress, but he wanted Maglor to recognize him.
Despite the years, Maglor is still going strong. His voice is loud and he is unrepentant. Rather than even begging for forgiveness after these centuries, the years have led him down a certain path—Asking the Gods why they let them all fall, ignoring the concept of their free will.
That is not entirely important to why Amrod is here: Maglor is going to die tonight, this will be the end of the house of Fëanor.
Amrod is going to kill him.
(Draft + unedited version below)
The art
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