Name: Daeron of Doriath (or if one must be current, Wales).

Gender: Male

Age: Some 14 000 years.

Fandom: Silmarillion



Quick Biography

"Daeron was the loremaster and minstrel of King Thingol of Doriath. He was also a skilled linguist, and invented the Cirth alphabet. Daeron loved Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian the Maia, but she did not love him. Nevertheless they were good friends, and Lúthien would often dance to his music. After Daeron found out about Lúthien's love for the mortal Beren, he betrayed them both to Thingol. When Lúthien later sought his help in freeing Beren who was held captive by Morgoth, Daeron again betrayed her to Thingol. After Lúthien departed in secret from Doriath Daeron repented, and set out to search for her. He never did find her and never returned to Doriath either, passing over the Ered Luin into Eriador where he apparently dwelt long after writing songs lamenting over the loss of Lúthien. Daeron is mentioned as the greatest minstrels of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and only Maglor son of Fëanor is said to come close to his skill." Basically, he's been wandering around since the dawn of the world mourning his lost love and being pissed at Feanorians, except for Maglor, who he occasionally emos with/is crazied at by.


Small, for an elf - can almost pass for a tallish human if you don't look too closely. Dark hair that he wears long and rather unkempt, a perpetually serious expression, and dark eyes. Seems to be attached permanently to a harp or a flute or some kind of instrument.


Profoundly, profoundly, cynical and bitter, Daeron has spent the last few millenia alone or in company with Maglor (who isn't really good company, even if he does like the guy), and it's given him time to breed a chip the size of a mountain on his shoulder. He still mourns Luthien just about every day, and has channeled that, at the mansion, into a fierce hatred of Feanorians. Witty, dry, and self-deprecating, Daeron could be likeable if he tried, but he doesn't really try too much.

RP Canon

Feanorian baiting, basically. Jousting with crazy!Celegorm and getting in trouble with temperamental!Caranthir. Taking care of the little pair of Elftwins, sort of. Living with Merlin and trying to be invisible. Dying, occasionally, and apparently being devirginized by Delilah.

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