I just HAD to draw some siren Mags because there is a horrifyinglack of siren Maglor out here in these Silm streets, like how dare you?! He’s constantly associated with both water and music (his voice is like the sea, he wanders the shores singing for eternity, all the material is right fucking there.) We’re fucking up, Silm fandom…we’re fucking up.
Ok, so here’s Maglor as a siren with his textual ghost-turned my OC husband Ringo post-Kinslaying. This is the version slash AU where Mags threw himself and his Silmaril into the sea but instead of drowning, Ulmo blessed/cursed him to be a siren. Him and Ringo still meet up “between the sand and the sea” quite often and it’s hella cute and adorable.
He stops upon the chasm’s edge, staring down, seeing clearly the fires far beneath, and he clutches the Silmaril close to his chest. This his only respite from the agony within him, the earth opening up to swallow him, with fires within hot enough to reduce his body to ash, to at last free his spirit to its terrible fate, to stop both fëa and hröa from shattering to pieces.
