#Flowers near Irmo

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Types of Simps | The Ainur

A/N: I have finally completed the entire series by writing for these lovely fellows. The others will just have to wait until I decide to post them :)

Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Imladris | House of Fingolfin

The Valar

Manwë – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· So I like to believe that Manwë has Avian traits, thus whenever he’s around his crush, he tends to chirp and ruffle his feathers in hopes of gaining their attention. You know, puff his chest out a bit subconsciously and fluff his wings so you can compliment how pretty they are (he melts).

· Not one for openly dancing like tropical birds when attracting their mate, but if there’s an event and you’re around, Manwë would quietly ask if you would like to dance while shuffling his feet from side to side attempting to impress you with his moves.

· He’ll hum and murmur some words whenever you’re around as he sings before he openly completes the song and whistles to have your eyes on him.

· Like birds, he’s always gifting you shiny objects, and I don’t mean rocks or pebbles he found around the palace, but actual shiny gifts that caught his eyes and he begged Aulё to craft for you.

· He loves to bring up conversations about the sky just so you could talk about how you wish to fly among the clouds or touch them, only for Manwe to spread his wings and offer you a flight.

· Loves to take you on flights just so he can have you in his arms and feel you curl into his embrace. If you fear heights, even better for him, you’re practically clinging to him.

· Gets jealous whenever other birds are around you and are quick to shoo them away because they tend to gain your attention. You love to feed the doves and parrots and watch as Manwë grumbles about it being unfair. If you comment on it, he’d turn red and shut up.

· You can count on him to sometimes break his code of conduct and find him appearing on your balcony at ungodly hours of the night to whisk you away to some field of flowers or mountaintop to watch the sunrise and listen to him make some comment about how beautiful you are.

Námo - the ‘tsundere’ simp

· Listen, this man isn’t going to crack a laugh far least than a smile in your presence because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself. He smiles and chuckles internally, but he’s even fearful of doing so because he almost got caught once.

· His brother chastises him for expressing his emotions and nearly got banned from visiting him for years because Irmo teased the living daylight out of him when his voice once cracked when you spoke to him.

· As much as he refuses to openly admit his feelings, he doesn’t run you whenever you decide to visit him or speak, he simply stays quiet and listens with a slightly bored look on his face – even though he’s not actually bored but elated on the inside. Only Irmo can see that he’s smiling.

· The funny thing about it is that if you cried to him or showed any signs that you were hurt or sad, Námo just wants to know who, what, when, and where. Why isn’t important. Just leave the rest to him and he’ll see to it that you’re never bothered again.

· Námo has the tendency to stare at you whether you’re looking or not, he sort of just stares into your soul but in truth, he’s panicking because you caught him and the only thing left to do is continue staring.

· If you’re near him, he sometimes – most of the time – stares at your hands wishing he could be a bit braver and just hold them. Instead, he combusts and shuts down when you held his hand upon asking him to dance during an event. Irmo never lets it go.

· He’s the type to bite his tongue the first time he attempts to confess his feelings and then disappear right after he messed up because he’s planning to throw himself off Mandos. Námo believes that you think he’s weird, so he does his best to avoid you at all costs.

· He does have a strange way of speaking to you when he decides to. You have to squint to understand the hidden meanings behind every sentence because they sometimes come off mean. Irmo had given up on his brother at that stage and decided to shoot him with a love dart to speed the process along.

Irmo – the ‘sweetheart’ simp

· Yes, Lorien isn’t going to pass up the opportunity when presented to interact with you at any and all costs. He understands how he feels for you and is determined to make it clear in your eyes – no questioning his love for you, period.

· Lorien is only just a call away and he’s standing before you – literally, like a puff of smoke and he’s there. Always has a smile on his face and has an arm outstretched for you to take. Whenever he initiates physical contact, he prefers to let you make the first move.

· Stands close to you and charms you with poetry and compliments. They’re just as sweet as him and when he’s done, he flashes you this breathtaking smile to make you melt into a puddle.

· Sends you poems almost every day and when he can’t meet with you, he writes the longest apology letter the world has ever seen just because he couldn’t visit you one day out of the (25/8) entire week.

· Always has his eyes on you, not in a stalkerish manner, but adoring manner like, ‘that’s my lover, the love of my life, I’d do anything for them. I love them more than you do. They could do anything, and I’d still love them.’

· Loves to visit you in your dreams and creates only the best dreams for you and him to spend time together. He literally makes all your fantasies a reality in your dreams – strange.

· Lorien loves to sing for you, and he mostly does so whenever it’s just to two of you during private moments. You’re probably walking through his garden with him, and he couldn’t help but hum until he brings to sing – real smooth.

· Hates to see you sad and does everything in his power to make you happy even though he’s breaking the rules by interfering with your emotions. He knows it’s supposed to be a natural phenomenon, but he hates watching you wallow in sadness.

· His favourite thing to do is be as affectionate as possible before his brother just to show him what he should be like with his crush and how easy it is for him to make a move. You know the ‘this could be you, but you playing games.’

Melkor – the ‘seductive’ simp

· One word to describe him is S M O O T H. He’s really smooth with his actions, and if you’re not turned on or melting, everything is wrong with you.

· Always has a seductive compliment for you every time you meet. Sometimes, he doesn’t even wait on time to allow you to meet, he goes looking for you. Melkor would waltz right up to your smaller figure and corner you with one hand over your head, getting into your space and just silently staring with a smirk because he knows the effect of his presence.

· Brushes your hair out your face and then drags his fingers down you grip your chin and he forces you to look him in the eye. This man lives for EYE CONTACT and knows that you’re weak in your knees every time he stares into your soul.

· Loves to lick his lips whenever you’re speaking to him because he’s staring at how kissable yours look and he’s dying to lean in and have a taste. The most he’ll do is lean in to brush his lips against yours to leave you wanting more or kiss you just at the corner of your lips.

· His voice – holy fuck – his voice is finer than the sweetest wine and he uses that as his greatest weapon. Loves to whisper into your ear, while brushing his lips against the tip as he surprises you from behind.

· He normally waits for you to be the one to initiate the physical contact and when you do, for example, a hug, he pressed his entire body into yours so you could feel every ounce of muscle while chuckling and making some excuse about how you weren’t supposed to feel that. BOI.

· Listen, he’s seductive but he also has class, so black roses just for you accompanied by some onyx jewellery, because he thinks you look sexy in black.

· J E A L O U S Y to the highest degree. He wants to tear anyone, and everyone’s throat out who attempts to put their unworthy hands on you. On one but him gets that pleasure and opportunity. He has threatened to take someone’s hand off before.

· Melkor has this habit of sharing his wine with you from the bottle and not the glass. He’ll drink first, then cup you by your throat, tilting your head backwards and resting the head against your lips to pour the wine down your throat while whispering how good you’re doing. (I don’t even know how you haven’t choked and died from the contact because I would and combust). He wants to try kissing you and pouring the wine from his lips to yours, but he’s waiting till he has you officially.

The Maiar

Eonwë – the ‘enthusiastic’ simp

· At first, he doesn’t truly understand what’s happening and why he is feeling all these positive emotions surging through him, but then Manwë had to be a dad and explain to the poor birb that he is in love.

· Just like Manwë, Eonwë has Avian traits and does the whole singing and dancing fiasco to attract you to him. He’s a lot more open with expressing his feelings and is sort of like a love-sick bird.

· He’s always singing and pulling you in to dance with him. Humming some random tune and gently tugging you into his embrace, encasing his feathers around you both to shut out the rest of the world.

· Loves to take you on flights to give you tours or to look at the sunset or sunrise. More like a bird, he brings you little random trinkets he found while flying and hopes that you understand the hidden meaning and keep them – you do.

· He once saw a play with you and was amazed at the flowers falling from the sky which caused him to re-enact the scene. One morning you were in the gardens and Eonwë decided to fly up above and drop flowers upon your head – I want this to happen to me now.

· He loves when he has to clean his feathers, he’ll ask if you would like to assist him so you could spend the entire day grooming him. Eonwë simply sits and guides you on how to handle his feathers and leaves the rest to you because he’s in paradise when you touch his wings.

· Another jealous birb boy who hates when other birds get close, and you give them your attention. Before you met him, you had a dove you nursed back to health and it grew attached to you and saw you as its mate, was not the best thing for Eonwë to learn. He and the bird nearly had it out.

· Loves when you compliment him because he intentionally puffs up his feather and ruffles them to gain your attention and hope that you praise him. You call him your little songbird because he’s always whistling and singing around you because you’re his mate – got to impress.

· Always leaves behind a feather or more of his whenever he has to go away on trips so you could have a piece of him with you.

Mairon – the ‘tsundere and protective’ simp

· He’s the annoyed type of tsundere simp. One that constantly rolls his eyes at everything you do but is still overprotective. Contradicting in many ways isn’t it, I know.

· Quiet whenever you’re around and listen to everything you say, rolling his eyes in between or making some remark that comes off as him being disinteresting but it isn’t his intention. He doesn’t really talk much around you and opts to remain quiet, taking your voice and presence.

· Always H O V E R I N G. Always around – seems a tad bit stalkerish, but he wants to ensure you don’t do anything stupid because you’re clumsy. He’s always having to rush in to save you from some injury and then blow up about how it could have been worse. What a weird way to show you care Mairon.

· You could ask for help and he’s dropping whatever it is you’re doing with a scowl on his face and complaining about him having more important things to do while helping you. Newsflash, you simply asked for help and not him specifically.

· Subconsciously makes you gifts and leaves them on your doorstep or has them delivered to you with a mysterious note attached to it because he’s your secret admirer. How cliché and smooth.

· Always has a softer look – that still appears stern – on his face in your presence but the moment you leave him alone, he cracks, and a grin falls through. It spreads across his entire face and lights up his entire aura. He’d shake his head and give a small chuckle as he replays all your enthusiastic speeches from earlier making notes about all the things you like.

· Would never admit his feelings even though Eonwe probably has attempted to set up situations to get him to. The most that would happen is him staring you down with a blank look on his face while he’s screaming at himself to say something nice.

· J E A L O U S. He doesn’t like when someone breathes, look, talk, smile or glances in your direction. Even with Eonwe who attempts to help you understand your feelings, he gets absolutely jealous – like Hades from Hercules or maybe that’s Melkor.

· When he does get jealous, he attaches himself to your side the entire day and night wordlessly. He makes some comments about how ‘you’re not safe alone’ and shuts up after because he was about to admit the truth.

· Please, you once held his hand and he stiffened under your touch. It made you believe that he didn’t want you to touch him, but he was howling at the moon. Mairon spent a solid day and night staring at his hand. From then, he did everything he could to get you to touch his hand whether accidentally or not.

Bonus: I originally had Melkor as this

Melkor – the ‘denial/I don’t simp’ simp

· Boy, if everyone had a coin for the number of times Melkor admitted he doesn’t simp for you and then proceeds to simp, everyone would be rich because he contradicts his words to a fault before everyone's eyes.

· His brother would literally tell him that his crush is in the room, go talk to them and Melkor would make some dramatic statement about him not caring and then waltz over to his crush five minutes after to chat with them – bonus: he could never make proper eye contact.

· He denies every statement about him liking his crush which a huge blush on his stoic face and proceeds to make another statement about him not being a simp. It backfires because he’s always seen hovering around you hours later with some lost look in his eyes.

· You once spoke about your ideal type and the next day; he showed up acting and dressed like them. Tries his damn hardest to not make a fool out of himself but he fails. Melkor just believes that he’s tolerating you, nothing more, nothing less.

· The rest of the Valar and Maiar loves to tease him endlessly by making up rumours about seeing you with someone else just to make him blow a fuse and go back on his words about not being interested in you.

· When he does corner you, the first question you could ask him to shatter his brain is ‘do you like me or something?’ you can bet what his response was, let me give you a hint, ‘no – I simply tolerate your measly presence’ while fighting a smile.

· He’s almost like a tsundere but more expressive.

· His brother loves to tease him about how much of a softie you turn him into. Manwe once walked in and saw you putting flower crowns into his hair with the grumpiest look adorning his face. Melkor sat with you for hours without complaining because he enjoys your presence.

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[Since the Valar relationship hcs were so much fun, here are my hcs about how everyone's wedding went - or how they would've gone if they had taken place in Arda. Most of them were already married when they descended, it seems]

Manwë & Varda

The classic, traditional, super expensive wedding, everything in gold, silver and white and everyone was invited -

Except Melkor. Manwë wanted him there, of course, but Varda secretly assembled a task force comprised of Ulmo, Tulkas, Oromë and Yavanna, telling them that Melkor was under no circumstances allowed anywhere near the wedding party

Ulmo was the best man, Eönwë, Ilmarë and a few more Maiar were selected to be groomsmen and bridesmaids and Námo officiated the ceremony

Everything went fairly well. Manwë was a little sad that Melkor "couldn't make it", Ulmo was a just a tiny bit jealous of Varda, Nienna cried and Irmo slept through the entire ceremony, but the rest was fairytale-perfect

Melkor was pissed that he didn't get to crash the wedding, but all he managed to do was sneak in after everyone had already left and steal the last piece of cake

Aulë & Yavanna

Yavanna took over most of the organization after Aulë got tired of attempting to have opinions on things

They had a beautiful fairy-themed forest wedding, though Aulë was a little late due to his tendency to forget about everything around him when he's in the forge. Also his outfit was slightly glittering because of some persistent metal dust he couldn't manage to get rid of

Nienna and Vána provided the happy crying for the ceremony while Irmo was, you guessed it, happily asleep in Estë's arms

When everyone got slowly drunk later Aulë quietly admitted to Manwë that he was sad about some of his Maiar missing, especially Mairon

Thankfully Yavanna didn't make him sleep on the couch that night, however she might've done so if he had managed to invite Mairon and his other fallen Maiar

Melkor was explicitly not invited

Oromë & Vána

Vána went all out and created the greatest bouquet Valinor has ever seen. she also conspired with Oromë to have Nessa catch it, resulting in poor Nessa getting nearly buried under a mountain of flowers when Vána threw it at her

Vána's dress was absolutely gorgeous. She'd spent weeks creating it together with Vairë

There was a small amount of controversy leading up to the wedding when Námo refused to let horses inside the cathedral. In the end Oromë begrudgingly organized a carriage for himself and Vána, choosing Nahar and a few other horses to pull it, and agreed to leave them outside

Nienna and Irmo remained consistent in their behavior during the ceremony. This time Yavanna joined the crying efforts as well, as did, to everyone's surprise, Tulkas

The food was great thanks Oromë's and Vána's Maiar going above and beyond

Melkor was explicitly not invited

Tulkas & Nessa

Things got a little hectic when Tulkas showed up in sweaty gym clothes and had to be sent back home to shower and change

Thankfully this incident remained without consequences since Nessa was also late due to last minute dancing practice. Everyone was relieved - except Námo who was slightly miffed about the whole situation, but had foreseen it and brought a book as well as a pillow for Irmo who was, you guessed it, fast asleep after 5 minutes

Nienna was slightly surprised to share her tissues with Oromë and Vána this time, but didn't ask any questions

The afterparty was basically Oktoberfest. Tulkas and Oromë got black-out drunk after ungodly amounts of beer and fell asleep

Nessa had no issue continuing the dancing alone. Vána joined her later and the two danced the entire night

Melkor had no plans to show up but wasn't invited either way

Námo & Vairë

Despite Manwë's vehement protests and several offers to help organize something else, Námo wanted a simple courthouse wedding and Vairë agreed since she isn't too fond of big events either. Only the Valar were invited to keep it small

Manwë - who had been tasked with officiating the ceremony this time - was determined to make it special anyway, whether the couple wanted to or not, and prepared a big speech about family and romance

While Námo glared at him the entire time for unnecessarily prolonging the ceremony, Vairë knitted a shawl around the two of them. Everyone thought it was super cute and Nienna and Irmo claim to this day that they saw Námo blushing and tease him about it

Irmo brought a slightly suspicious bouquet from his garden for the couple. No one knows exactly what kind of flowers were in it, but they emanated a very soothing smell which ensured that almost everyone fell asleep during Manwë's sermon. Ironically Irmo himself was awake for the entire ceremony since he was very excited about his brother's wedding

The afterparty ended abruptly when Námo kicked out Tulkas and Oromë for getting too drunk and scaring the fëar in his halls

Melkor was explicitly not invited

Irmo & Estë

Irmo and Estë chose a fairly casual and unorthodox ceremony, refusing to listen to any criticism from Manwë or Námo

Despite Irmo's protests, the suspicious flowers he had brought to Námo's wedding were removed from the location by Yavanna and Vána on Manwë's orders; however Irmo managed to sneak in a few of them anyway

Nienna cried a few tears of joy and couldn't stop smiling. Some say they saw even Námo smile just a little

Oromë and Tulkas made a betting pool on whether Irmo would manage to stay awake for the entire ceremony and afterparty. Nessa, Vána, Yavanna and Aulë joined in as well.

The afterparty went down in Valarin history as one of the craziest nights they ever had, ending in everyone passed out on the floor, Valar and Maiar alike. Some claimed later that they had seen purple petals around the infamous but incredibly delicious punch Irmo prepared

Estë was kind enough to help everyone through their hangover

Melkor was actually invited, but didn't deem the event important enough to crash it

Melkor & Mairon

Manwë was explicitly not invited and neither were the other Valar except Nienna. He attempted to get in anywayk but Melkor had been smart enough to give him the wrong date

Mairon went full bridezilla mode and several people were burned to a crisp before, during and after the wedding for major to minor mistakes

Melkor enabled this behavior in an attempt to fulfill his fiancé's every wish and showered him with gifts as well

Gothmog was supposed to officiate the ceremony, but accidentally burned the script. Thankfully Thuringwethil was able to step in and take over

Melkor wore black to no one's surprise. Mairon wore red and gold. Even the Orcs were gushing about how great his outfit was - yas king slay

There was also a lot of discussion about how cool their wedding rings looked

The afterparty basically turned into the greatest metal music festival Middle-earth has ever seen as Melkor took the opportunity to showcase his music to a large audience. The centerpiece was a full Ainulindalë remix

According to eye witnesses, he and Mairon were on the dancefloor for hours and their moves looked like life-threatening activity, both for themselves as well as the people around them. Collateral damage was reported

After the party the two dark lords retreated to their bedchambers and weren't seen for days. According to rumors, Mairon's first project after coming back to his forge was repairing the bed

#crack #fluff #shitpost #ainur #valar #manwe #varda #manwe x varda #aule #yavanna #aule x yavanna #orome #vana #orome x vana #tulkas #nessa #tulkas x nessa #namo #vaire #namo x vaire #irmo #irmo x este #melkor #morgoth #mairon #melkor x mairon #angbang #sauron #tolkien #silm

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Ixalië

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AU/Canon Divergence Friendly - RULES

Feel free to reach out – with an idea of your own

ARTWORKS: Young Ixalië

Faceclaim: young Ixalië - Jenna Ortega ; Older Ixalië - Maggie Lindemann

Epesse: Ixalië

                     q. Shadow (feminine)

Sindarin:  Dûviel                      

                     s. Daughter of the Night/Dark

Reason: Every one in Arda named her Daughter of the Night/Dark, because of her dark looks and type personality - thanks @saurons-flaming-eye.

Home: Halls of Mandos

Race: Maia

Ethnicity: Ainur

Origin: Born as an orphaned elleth in middle earth, whom later, was pushed to her death when she was a teenager - Mandos took pity on her bullied life and made her into his maia.

ABOUT:

Alignment: Lawful chaotic Good, but has sadistic tendencies

Occupation: Maia of Mandos

Love Interest: Eönwë

RP Love Interest:

Sexuality: Pansexual

Likes: reading, being alone, her job, her gifted magic, Mandos and Vairë.

Dislikes: Sauron, Melkor and dark creatures (until she doesn't and follows them)

Favorite Color: Black

Literature: crime and mystery stories.

Hobbies: Reading and writing.

APPEARANCE:

Height: 6′9

Visual Age: 20 - 23

Build: Lean Muscular, small built

Hair Color: Dark black

Hair Style: Young Ixa: Braided at both sides, bangs on her forehead or tied into classy bun. Older Ixa: Bangs on her forehead or tied into classy bun, otherwise left down dead straight.

Eye Color: black, glows red when using her powers

Eye Shape: Almond

Skin: Pale

Hands: Thin and long fingers

Scars: One near her left eyebrow

Types of Clothing: Gothic

Usual Accessories: None

Feet Appearance: Always has black boots on.

Mannerisms: Most always looks down and look through her eyelashes to stare, while relaxing all the muscles on her face. Sometimes give a raised eyebrow if anyone does something silly or questionable.

PERSONALITY:

Type: INTJ

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Pessimistic - sadistic tendencies

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

Bad Habits: preference for solitude, her comfort with being alone, somewhat dark personality among strangers. Can say the most ominous of things at bad times.

Love Language: Quality Time

Strongest Character Trait: analytical, inventive, and loves unraveling complex puzzles

Weakest Character Trait: stubborn, single-minded

Reactions to Praise: Cringes at first, then a prideful thanks

Reactions to Criticism: Is ok with it - a born strategist

Biggest Fear: Melkor or dark creatures (until they aren't)

Last Time they Cried: Not since becoming a maia

What Haunts Them: Her past orphaned and bullied life

Smell: exotic fruits

EXTRA NOTES:

Ixalië was born in Arda as Dûviel. She was orphaned at birth as her parents had abandoned her. Grew up in a nearby village orphanage.

She was different among the other children, who liked to play and laugh. Dûviel preferred to sight at a corner and read her books alone. She was easily picked on because of dark looks, which made her grow into a dark personality to avoid others and their teasing, mocking and bullying.

Dûviel was viewed as a witch or vampire, but she did not mind as long as people did not pay attention to her. She finally have thought to made a friend, with whom she was finally able to share interests and hobbies too - but unfortunately lied and betrayed to by her and pushed to her death off a cliff when she was only 19 years of age.

Mandos took pity on her and gave her rebirth to be his maia, who was granted visions by touching particular objects to help her unmark the truth. He named her Ixalië. Mandos and Vairë are whom she considers has both her saviors and parents, she grows in their care into her adulthood.

Slowly, she opens up to the idea of friendships again. Her best friend is a maia of Irmo, Nyarmë – they are polar opposite but it is like Vairë once explained to her: “You cannot have a shadow without light shining on you first.”

But later Melkor to brings her to his dark side,- and Ixalië follows to take vengeance upon the elves that once harmed her

In canon, much later - she meets Eönwë and eventually falls in love with him.

#Ixalië #tolkien oc #oc #tolkien ainur #tolkien roleplay #tolkien valar #namo mandos #maia of mandos

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Flower Delivery near Irmo

#Florist #Flowers #Flower Delivery #Florist near Irmo #Flowers near Irmo #Flower Delivery near Irmo

[anerea-lantiria]

First Lines

Well this is an interesting one, so here goes... (And oh goodie! I thought I might not have enough but I have exactly ten fics so far!)

Tagged by @starspray

Request: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Lets see... all of the following first lines introduces a main character, and all but two describe the scenery or the scene, although one of those two does state the location... anything else?

Entwined Her village lay near the great rushing stream that wound its way down from the fire-bright Mountains of Sunrise over which her people had journeyed when her Amei was still a little girl.

Fraiwen's Flowering Clutching the seed in her tiny hand Fraiwen lets her eyes close to the sunlight.

In Light Of Dreams After a night of soft rain, Zimrahin sat enjoying the quiet early morning sunshine while her daughter crouched in the grasses, captivated by the coloured light held in every glistening droplet of water.

(Of What Might Be, Or Should Be) Ulmo makes a rare visit to Irmo in Lórien and, even rarer, he’s seeking council.

First Risings From Hildórien Little hand in wrinkled one, Fraiwen guided Awo towards the patch of night-blooming star-flowers she’d discovered while foraging near the stream.

The Elf's Lullaby The young twins grip each other’s hands as they run barefoot through the wood, brambles grabbing their clothes as they stumble over sticks and duck under branches, twiggy ends clawing at their faces.

Lost in a forest... with Finrod? The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the trees had made the forest flowers appear to be glowing with magic, enticing young Adanel further than ever before.

Lost The persistent mist thickened on the fourth day to the point that they could barely see fifteen feet in front of them.

Prodigal Wizard He knew he hadn’t always done his best.

Sealight Born on the Great Journey, I never knew Cuiviénen, but ever since we departed the shores of Rhûn I have missed the sensation of silky saltwater against my skin.

Hmm, so of course please ignore the tag if you wish, I’m always a bit shy tagging, but I’m tagging a few because I’m inspired by your writing and I find this quite interesting and informative. Either way, thanks for your magic! @keiliss @hhimring @arofili @melestasflight @hennethgalad @thedaughterofshadows @galadhremmin @aipilosse @quixoticanarchy @galadhremmin @torpi46

#first lines #anerea #anerea'fanfic

[armenelols]

So…do you have any headcanons on Ivárë? Or any of the other minstrels? (I really love them)

Headcanons shorter than intended due to having to catch the train and also my motivation dying midway due to me sweating so much from the heat. I am so sorry Maglor, love you.

Ivárë

of the Laiquendi because they, too, deserve a great minstrel

was taught the flute by Tinfang

youthful appearance and attitude

is often seen singing up in the trees and playing with children

tends to avoid battles, only fights if necessary - strongest weapon is voice which can change the moods of their enemies, make them melancholic, weep, laugh

either: left for Valinor with Ingwë's host after the War of Wrath, deciding to serve Este and Irmo

or: journeyed East, deciding to live among the Wood Elves

Tinfang Warble

loremasters aren't sure he exists and isn't just a fairy tale for children - a fairy tale of a flautist who plays in the night under the stars, of soft enchanting melodies, of goodness and peace and hope; of a minstrel who protects the innocent with his songs

he does, in fact, exist

he is a lesser Maia of Yavanna, but when the Ainur left for Aman, he was one of the rare ones who stayed behind for he loved Arda and wanted to make it whole again with his songs

he spent so much time away from the other Ainur and with elves that he was more an elf than a Maia - to the point where many elves thought he was an elf

strong kinship with all peredhil, whose conflicting nature of two or three kindreds reminded him of himself

because of that, he lived in Doriath for a long time, where he was a great friend to Lúthien and Daeron, as well as Melian whom he knew when the world was young

he spent a few years living with Laiquendi, which was when he taught Ivárë and got the name Tinfang Gelion

he usually doesn't fight in battles, preferring to stay in the background and rekindle the hearts of the warriors with his songs - but if he does fight, he is a terrifying force of nature

he left Doriath after Lúthien's (first) death, deciding to stay with Laiquendi again so he would be near Tol Galen. He visited often with Daeron, Dior adored them both

after Lúthien's (second) death, he bid Dior farewell and journeyed East with Daeron. They parted their ways on the Eastern side of Ered Luin

after spending so many centuries in Arda without any light but the light of the stars, he grew to love them dearly and night was his favourite, even as he loved the day

he turned into a fairy tale mostly due to his mysterious nature and tendency to fade into the background, as well as the many years he spent wandering after the destruction of Beleriand - children all across Middle Earth would hear his songs at night, singing them to sleep

he would still find comfort with peredhil, which was why he often tarried in Rivendell

not a fan of big cities unless they fit into the surrounding nature

his songs are downright enchanting, in a way only an Ainu's songs can be - echoing with Ainulindalë

Daeron

my version is the version where he is Lúthien's brother

flower and stars aesthetic

loves winter and spring

despite popular belief, he prefers lyre over harp, though he mastered both (as well as flute and several other instruments)

he loves history and learning, which is why he constructed Cirth - to preserve knowledge and spread it, even as people forget with time (memories of the Eldar are long, but he was born in Middle Earth - he knows death well)

while he journeyed on the other side of Ered Luin after he failed to find Lúthien, once he learnt she died he went half-mad with grief; and when he felt she is back to life, he came back to his senses and journeyed to find her, teaming up with Tinfang whom he found on the road

he wanted to go to Doriath with Dior, but Doriath brought back far too many memories - which is why he went East with Tinfang again

spent a few centuries pulling a Maglor and singing in grief, except in the forests rather than by the sea

actually, he DID run into Maglor a few times, but by that point, he was past the point of caring. Yeah, he was mad with rage when he first met him, but he got over it and didn't care as long as Maglor didn't bother him

weird minstrel buddy-ship between the two, singing sad songs while ignoring each other's existence. They didn't travel together though

After many years, Daeron ended up in Rivendell, because evidently, that's where all the minstrels and everyone else end up. As the saying goes, all the roads lead to Rome Rivendell

loves blueberries

similar to the minstrels mentioned above, he also loves playing and singing up in the trees

after his sad forest phase but before settling in Rivendell, he would often join wandering folk and sing for them

eldritch half-elf, I would elaborate right now but the train is killing my ability to type. Oh well. Maybe in the future.

Maglor

used to be a snob in his youth

now is a sad beach cryptid

murder crab

#thanks for the ask! ❤ #as a lover of music #I ENJOYED THIS #even if i cut it short #... i said cut it short but still write too much lol #i could continue tho #uhm uhm #ivárë prefers playing in major chords and scales- #ema stop #i also included more minstrels than intended lol #this is what happens when someone gives me opportunity to ramble about cool characters #ivare #tinfang warble #daeron #maglor #(i am still sorry maglor. next time i'll do better. i promise. maybe)

[yeah-another-aesthetic-blog]

Tolkien’s Valar as Kpop idols

💧 Rosé as Nienna 💧

Nienna (Quenya;  "Weeping" or "She Who Weeps") was an Ainu, one of the Aratar and a Vala who was responsible for the mercy and grief spread across Arda. She was the sister of Mandos and Irmo and had no spouse. Her part in the Music of the Ainur was one of deep sadness, from which grief entered the world at its beginning. She had dominion over the Halls of Nienna, which were on the western edge of Valinor, looking over the sea.

Nienna was concerned with mourning, and she pitied the suffering of others, especially the Marring of Arda by Melkor. Yet the lesson of Nienna is not of endless grief, but rather of pity, hope, and the endurance of the spirit. Nienna dwelt in far western Valinor near Mandos, and she seldom came to Valimar. Her windows looked out beyond the Walls of the Night.

During the creation of the Two Trees, she watered the mound with her tears, and after the Flight of the Ñoldor, Nienna mourned for the destruction of the Two Trees, and her tears brought healing, but could not heal the mortal wounds. Thus, the trees brought forth their last flower and fruit, and made into the Sun and Moon.

Gandalf was Nienna's greatest pupil among all the others who dwelt in the Halls of Nienna. She taught him pity and many other things before he was chosen as the second wizard sent to lead the people of Middle-earth into standing against Sauron.

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[eldamaranquendi]

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1.  "Manwë and Melkor were brethren in the thought of Ilúvatar. The mightiest of those Ainur who came into the World was in his beginning Melkor; but Manwë is dearest to Ilúvatar and understands most clearly his purposes. He was appointed to be, in the fullness of time, the first of all Kings: lord of the realm of Arda and ruler of all that dwell therein. In Arda his delight is in the winds and the clouds, and in all the regions of the air, from the heights to the depths, from the utmost borders of the Veil of Arda to the breezes that blow in the grass. Súlimo he is surnamed, Lord of the Breath of Arda. All swift birds, strong of wing, he loves, and they come and go at his bidding. With Manwë dwells Varda, Lady of the Stars, who knows all the regions of Eä. Too great is her beauty to be declared in the words of Men or of Elves; for the light of Ilúvatar lives still in her face. In light is her power and her joy. Out of the deeps of Eä she came to the aid of Manwë; for Melkor she knew from before the making of the Music and rejected him, and he hated her, and feared her more than all others whom Eru made. Manwë and Varda are seldom parted, and they remain in Valinor. Their halls are above the everlasting snow, upon Oiolossë, the uttermost tower of Taniquetil, tallest of all the mountains upon Earth. When Manwë there ascends his throne and looks forth, if Varda is beside him, he sees further than all other eyes, through mist, and through darkness, and over the leagues of the sea. And if Manwë is with her, Varda hears more clearly than all other ears the sound of voices that cry from east to west, from the hills and the valleys, and from the dark places that Melkor has made upon Earth. Of all the Great Ones who dwell in this world the Elves hold Varda most in reverence and love. Elbereth they name her, and they call upon her name out of the shadows of Middle-earth, and uplift it in song at the rising of the stars."

2.  "Ulmo is the Lord of Waters. He is alone. He dwells nowhere long, but moves as he will in all the deep waters about the Earth or under the Earth. He is next in might to Manwë, and before Valinor was made he was closest to him in friendship; but thereafter he went seldom to the councils of the Valar, unless great matters were in debate. For he kept all Arda in thought, and he has no need of any resting-place. Moreover he does not love to walk upon land, and will seldom clothe himself in a body after the manner of his peers. If the Children of Eru beheld him they were filled with a great dread; for the arising of the King of the Sea was terrible, as a mounting wave that strides to the land, with dark helm foam-crested and raiment of mail shimmering from silver down into shadows of green. The trumpets of Manwë are loud, but Ulmo.s voice is deep as the deeps of the ocean which he only has seen. Nonetheless Ulmo loves both Elves and Men, and never abandoned them, not even when they lay under the wrath of the Valar. At times he win come unseen to the shores of Middle-earth, or pass far inland up firths of the sea, and there make music upon his great horns, the Ulumúri, that are wrought of white shell; and those to whom that music comes hear it ever after in their hearts, and longing for the sea never leaves them again. But mostly Ulmo speaks to those who dwell in Middle-earth with voices that are heard only as the music of water. For all seas, lakes, rivers, fountains and springs are in his government; so that the Elves say that the spirit of Ulmo runs in all the veins of the world. Thus news comes to Ulmo, even in the deeps, of all the needs and griefs of Arda, which otherwise would be hidden from Manwë."

3.  "Aulë has might little less than Ulmo. His lordship is over all the substances of which Arda is made. In the beginning he wrought much in fellowship with Manwë and Ulmo; and the fashioning of all lands was his labour. He is a smith and a master of all crafts, and he delights in works of skill, however small, as much as in the mighty building of old. His are the gems that lie deep in the Earth and the gold that is fair in the hand, no less than the walls of the mountains and the basins of the sea. The Noldor learned most of him, and he was ever their friend. Melkor was jealous of him, for Aulë was most like himself in thought and in powers; and there was long strife between them, in which Melkor ever marred or undid the works of Aulë, and Aulë grew weary in repairing the tumults and disorders of Melkor. Both, also, desired to make things of their own that should be new and unthought of by others, and delighted in the praise of their skill. But Aulë remained faithful to Eru and submitted all that he did to his will; and he did not envy the works of others, but sought and gave counsel. Whereas Melkor spent his spirit in envy and hate, until at last he could make nothing save in mockery of the thought of others, and all their works he destroyed if he could. The spouse of Aulë is Yavanna, the Giver of Fruits. She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould. In reverence Yavanna is next to Varda among the Queens of the Valar. In the form of a woman she is tall, and robed in green; but at times she takes other shapes. Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the waters of Ulmo, and the winds of Manwë spoke in its leaves. Kementári, Queen of the Earth, she is surnamed in the Eldarin tongue."

4.  "The Fëanturi, masters of spirits, are brethren, and they are called most often Mandos and Lórien. Yet these are rightly the names of the places of their dwelling, and their true names are Námo and Irmo. Námo the elder dwells in Mandos, which is westward in Valinor. He is the keeper of the Houses of the Dead, and the summoner of the spirits of the slain. He forgets nothing; and he knows all things that shall be, save only those that lie still in the freedom of Ilúvatar. He is the Doomsman of the Valar; but he pronounces his dooms and his Judgements only at the bidding of Manwë. Vairë the Weaver is his spouse, who weaves all things that have ever been in Time into her storied webs, and the halls of Mandos that ever widen as the ages pass are clothed with them."

5.  "Irmo the younger is the master of visions and dreams. In Lórien are his gardens in the land of the Valar, and they are the fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits. Estë the gentle, healer of hurts and of weariness, is his spouse. Grey is her raiment; and rest is her gift. She walks not by day, but sleeps upon an island in the tree-shadowed lake of Lórellin. From the fountains of Irmo and Estë all those who dwell in Valinor draw refreshment; and often the Valar come themselves to Lórien and there find repose and easing of the burden of Arda."

6.  "Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world."

7.  "Greatest in strength and deeds of prowess is Tulkas, who is surnamed Astaldo, the Valiant. He came last to Arda, to aid the Valar in the first battles with Melkor. He delights in wrestling and in contests of strength; and he rides no steed, for he can outrun all things that go on feet, and he is tireless. His hair and beard are golden, and his flesh ruddy; his weapons are his hands. He has little heed for either the past or the future, and is of no avail as a counsellor, but is a hardy friend. His spouse is Nessa, the sister of Oromë, and she also is lithe and fleetfooted. Deer she loves, and they follow her train whenever she goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her hair. In dancing she delights, and she dances in Valimar on lawns of never-fading green."

8.  "Oromë is a mighty lord. If he is less strong than Tulkas, he is more dreadful in anger; whereas Tulkas laughs ever, in sport or in war, and even in the face of Melkor he laughed in battles before the Elves were born. Oromë loved the lands of Middle-earth, and he left them unwillingly and came last to Valinor; and often of old he passed back east over the mountains and returned with his host to the hills and the plains. He is a hunter of monsters and fell beasts, and he delights in horses and in hounds; and all trees he loves, for which reason he is called Aldaron, and by the Sindar Tauron, the Lord of Forests. Nahar is the name of his horse, white in the sun, and shining silver at night. The Valaróma is the name of his great horn, the sound of which is like the upgoing of the Sun in scarlet, or the sheer lightning cleaving the clouds. Above all the horns of his host it was heard in the woods that Yavanna brought forth in Valinor; for there Oromë would train his folk and his beasts for the pursuit of the evil creatures of. Melkor. The spouse of Oromë is Vána, the Ever-young; she is the younger sister of Yavanna. All flowers spring as she passes and open if she glances upon them; and all birds sing at her coming."

9.  " Last of all is set the name of Melkor, He who arises in Might. But that name he has forfeited; and the Noldor, who among the Elves suffered most from his malice, will not utter it, and they name him Morgoth, the Dark Enemy of the World. Great might was given to him by Ilúvatar, and he was coeval with Manwë. In the powers and knowledge of all the other Valar he had part, but he turned them to evil purposes, and squandered his strength in violence and tyranny. For he coveted Arda and all that was in it, desiring the kingship of Manwë and dominion over the realms of his peers. From splendour he fell through arrogance to contempt for all things save himself, a spirit wasteful and pitiless. Understanding he turned to subtlety in perverting to his own will all that he would use, until he became a liar without shame. He began with the desire of Light, but when he could not possess it for himself alone, he descended through fire and wrath into a great burning, down into Darkness. And darkness he used most in his evil works upon Arda, and filled it with fear for all living things."

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[saelwen]

The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter21

Masterlist

Summary: After Daenery’s death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost without her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 2k

The sound of water dripping made me stir on my sleep. Frowning my brows, I open slowly my eyes and the first thing I saw was a beautiful ceiling, decorated with vines and white flowers. Where am I? A soft delicate voice hummed around the room, I turn my head to the side and saw the back of a slim figure. It was a woman, with beautiful long blond hair made up in two loose braids that had the same vines and flowers of the ceiling, wrapped tightly in her hair.

She was wearing a flowing grey dress, that reminds me of the cool water of Rivendell. Around her small waist was a gold belt that had some bottles hanging there.

A groan escapes from me as I try to sit up, my vision still a little blurry. The woman stops humming and turns back, looking at me with a bright smile “Your wake!” her voice full of delight.

I put my hand on my head and rubbed softly, as I lift my gaze a gasp falls from my lips. The woman, who was now walking towards me, was Estë, wife of Irmo, one of The Valar.

She was known to be the Goddess of healing, I know this because I always see her in the garden of Lórien, catching some herbs and Aredhel told me once.

“How do you feel? Any dizziness?” she asks me a while taking of the cold cloth off my forehead. I put my hand on my belly as I remember the events from yesterday “Where’s my husband?” i blurt out, my eyes full of concern. She smiles and points to the corner of the room.  

I follow her finger and see a golden-haired ellon sleeping peacefully on a very uncomfortable chair. “He’s been here the two days that you were at sleep. Never leaving your side.” my eyes bulge out as she said those words “Two days?!” I say with wide eyes. She lets out a chuckle and nods “Yes...With all the stress of the war and the news of the babies, your body shut down...It was a trouble to bring you here. Your dragons didn’t let anyone get near you except Glorfindel.” a small smile appears on my face. My sweet children...

She helps me sit up and stroke softly my cheek “Your babies are fine, very healthy... I advise you to take it slowly and do not put much stress on you.” I nod and look down to my stomach, rubbing gently my flat belly. You are yet to be formed but I love you already...my babies.

I hear a groan coming from the corner of the room, turning my head back I saw my husband starting to wake up. I smile as his ocean blue eyes met mine “Daenys!” he whispers a while running to me, enveloping his strong arms around me “Are you okay? What happened?” he blurts out, checking me up, trying to see if I had any injury. Didn’t Estë or Varda told him about the babies? Confused, I look to Estë but she only gives me a smile “Well, I will leave you two alone so you can talk in private.” with that she leaves the room.

He grabs my hands and squeezes softly “Daenys? What's happened out there?” his voice was full of concern. I lift his hands and gave a kiss on each one, smiling softly to him “Well, Estë told me that I fainted because of all the stress and of the news that Queen Varda told me...” he looks to me confused, “What do you mean? What news?” I smile nervously to him. I hope he doesn’t faint!

I pull his large hand and put it on my belly “Well...it looks like we are going to be parents.” I say quietly.

There's a long silence, I look up, afraid of his reaction but I was met with a huge smile on his face, almost splitting his face in two. His eyes were full of tears, he picks me up and spins me around gently“We’re having a baby?! I’m going to be an Ada?” his voice was full of happiness and excitement.

I let out a laugh and cup his face softly in my hands “Yes...and we’re having two babies.” with my words his eyes widened, tears running down freely “Twins?!” I nod, feeling my own tears rising up. He puts me down and pulls me into a passionate kiss, pouring all his love and happiness in it.

“I love you so much.” he says, then he bends down, kisses gently my belly “And I also love you, my children.” I giggle and caress his soft hair.

He stood up and grab my hand “Come! Aradhel is going nuts. She almost punched Estë’s maiar in the face to try to get in and come see you.” I look to him with wide eyes “What?” he only chuckles and leads me out of the room.

As we were outside, Aredhel jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my shoulders “Oh Eru! Are you okay?” I chuckle and nod, noticing Turgon and Ecthelion walking towards us “Yes...well, we have some news.” I say a while looking to Glorfindel, who was smiling like a dork.

Aredhel push back and looks to us in confusion “News?” I nod and grab my husband's hand “We are going to be parents of twins!” my voice full of happiness and pride.

They all let out a gasp, “Oh Eru!! That’s wonderful news!” Aredhel squeals, jumping up and down. Ecthelion put his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder and smirk “Let’s hope that they don’t have your face!” Glorfindel punches his shoulder and rolls his eyes “They will be beautiful like their mother!” he says a while looking at me with a proud smile.

Suddenly a roar sounded in the air, making us lookup. Drogon and the other dragons landed in front of us, I grin and walk towards them.

Drogon pushes his snout into my stomach and starts purring “Well, it seems that you know already.” I chuckle, stroking gently his warm scales.

The sound of someone clearing his throat grabbed our attention. I turn back and saw Aulë looking at me with a smile, with Manwë and Morgoth behind him “It’s good to see you better again!” he says. Glorfindel comes to my side and wraps his arm around my waist protective, his eyes glaring at Morgoth, who was looking at me with a strange look on his eyes.

“Yes! I’m much better now.” he nods and looks to Drogon “Lord Tyrion has explained to me the dragon glass. I know a way to forge weapons and armor for the battle!” I straight up with those words, “Your dragons are made with magic...so if they melt the iron with their fire, I could forge it into weapons that can kill those ice demons!” I stay silent for a moment, thinking of what he said. It could work...and we need this quick.

“Okay! When do you need them?” I ask. Aulë took a deep breath and look to the sky “Maybe tomorrow or the day after. I need to talk with the Noldor folk...They are the best in crafting and I need all the help I can have.” he says, smiling softly to me. I agreed and bow my head as they turn around and leave but I notice Morgoth looking back, giving me a wink “You need to tell the secret to make those beasts so tame!” as he said those words, my blood turn in liquid fire. Drogon lows his huge head so he was beside me and let out a warning growl, baring his sharp teeth to him “They are not beasts!...Also, a dragon cannot be tame, Morgoth!” my words full of venom. Manwë pulls roughly the chains “Stop it, Melkor!” he says to his brother, who was with a large smirk on his lips.

He bows dramatically to me “I’m so sorry, Lady Daenys!” he says sarcastically. Aulë grabs his arms and pulls him with them, taking him away from us.

I put my hand on Drogon’s neck and stroke softly, Glorfindel put his large hand on my cheek and rub his thumb gently on my brown skin “Don’t let him get you...he’s not worthy.” I nod and gave him a gentle smile “I know...”

When I turn back, I notice in the corner of my eye two redheads peeking through the bushes, staring in awe to the dragons. I hit softly my elbow on Glorfindel’s arm and motion with my head, he follows my gaze and shakes his head, “Hello Amrod and Amras!” I say with a teasing voice.

They shot from their place and look at me with an embarrassing look “Ahh.. Ah...Hello, Lady Daenys and Lord Glorfindel!” Amrod says quietly, looking around so his gaze not meeting mine.  

“May I help you with something?” I say with a silver eyebrow lifted. As Amras was about to answer, a rigid voice sounded behind them “Ambarussa! Where are you?” I move gaze to the side and saw Maedhros walking towards us.

As his gaze met mine, his eyes widened and he bows his head “I’m sorry, Lady Daenys! Did they cause any trouble?” he says a while giving glaring to the twins, who were with their head down. I smile and wave my hand “They didn’t cause any trouble. They just curious about my dragons, am I right?” I say calmly.

The twins nod, looking to their brother with innocent eyes “We just wanted to see them up close.” Amras says quietly.

Maedhros look to them suspiciously but nod “Hmm...Father is looking for you two. Go before he gets angry.” they nod and, as Maedhros and the twins were about to leave. I took a step forward “Ahh...Prince Maedhros! I would love to have your family over to a picnic tomorrow...and also the twins could meet probably my dragons if they want.” as I say the last words, the twin's eyes shined like bright stars.

Maedhros stayed silent, thinking for a moment. Then he looks to me, smiling for the first time “I will ask my father first but you can count us in tomorrow.” I smile brightly and nod. He bows his head “Thank you, Lady Daenys!” I could sense in his voice a little excitement “Your welcome, Prince Maedhros.” with that they turn back leave to their home.

Glorfindel looks to me confused “Why did you invite them?” I sigh and walk to Drogon, climbing to his back “Because I want to get to know them better...Everyone deserves a second chance.” he nods and sits behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

I grab the spikes of Drogon’s back and look over my shoulder “Let’s go for a ride?” he smirks and nods “Let’s go, my dragon Queen!” I smile and order Drogon to fly.  

Hey Guys!! New Chapter is here! Looks like Glorfindel is trill with the news 😂😂 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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[doodle-pops]

Dear Mina,

Question: How would the Ainur flirt with their S/O?

Thank you.

a/n: Oh boy, did I have a ball of a time laughing as I wrote these. These aren't different from my Ainur Simp headcanons. The only difference is the new members.

The Ainur Flirting with their S/O

Manwë

Dances and swoons you like a tropical bird but with more elegance and charisma. Expect to be asked to dance at festivals and balls or receive lots of jewellery (sparkles). Know that he will serenade you all the time, dedicating each piece for you (yes, he writes them).

Irmo

Doesn't waste the opportunity to be at your side whenever you are alone. Asking you for walks and tucking flowers into your hair while citing poems. Kissing the back of your hand and looking you deep in the eye while charming you with his charismatic self. Sends you the sweetest dreams ever, and you never suffer nightmares.

Námo

Oh boy, after his brother gave him advice, he would invite you to dinner frequently and ask you about your day. He wants to learn about you instead of flirt, so his approach is more gentlemanly and professional (he's a serious man). Give you a bouquet of your favourite flower and something to symbolise his affection towards you.

Ulmo

He spends most of his time with you on the beach or near any open area of water, but mostly the beach. Taking you deep underwater and showing you aquatic and oceanic life. Gifting you pearls and the prettiest seashells he can find. His favourite moments would be to sit with you on the sand under the moonlight.

Tulkas

Shows off his strength as proof of his admiration for you while also praising yours. He's a pleaser and would do anything to make you smile. Going out of his way to lifting your spirit (and lifting you) through his praises. Every defeat is done in your honour.

Oromë

Shows off his skills as the greatest Huntsman and brings produce for you every month (his ability to provide). Frequently visiting and teaching you the ropes of hunting. Expect to be gifted a few animals if you're an animal lover or have his special creatures show up to gift you some souvenir that he planned to give you months ago and was nervous about.

Melkor

He's seductive about his strategies and prefers to seduce you. He's always standing close and pushing your hair out of your face or neck or resting a hand on your back. He loves to hand-feed you himself for some reason, like strawberries or have you sample his wine from his glass.

Eönwë

Just like his King but boisterous and flamboyant about it. He goes all out and would perform aerial dances or find you little pebbles and shinies out on his flights. He would even take you on flights just to have you cling to him. Always gifts you a feather to have a piece of him.

Tilion

He is quick to visit during the day and spends every moment at your side asking you about your day. Gifts you little trinkets that are different moon phases and tells you he'll watch over you when you're asleep. He has the tendency to break the moon's course just to shine moonlight on you even if he gets scolded.

Ossë

Collects pearls and seashells and prepare them on a turtle shell as a gift to you. Whenever you're in the water, the tides tend to become calmer or around you. He loves to give you the advance over others when you're sailing on the seas. Sends sea creatures to gift you little trinkets whenever he can't make it.

Mairon

You're the only person who is allowed to be within contact distance and touch him. He greets you with a cheerier melody compared to everyone else and always waits on you hand and foot. Actually compliments you and gifts you pieces he made himself. There's a softer look on his face when you're around.

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We Were Meant For Each Other | Yandere Irmo Headcanons

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing yandere content, especially for Irmo. I've been wanting to write something like this for some months and finally got the chance. Also, due to the dark theme, I didn't tag my usual list of blogs, however, should you be interested in being tagged for yandere content please let me know in my asks box..

Disclaimer: ⚠This post contains dark content such as yandere content, kidnapping, stalking, mentions of death and emotional manipulation. If any of these themes triggers you, please avoid this post and block the yandere Irmo tag⚠.

❀ He's delusional about his love for you and would do everything in his power—literally—to get you to fall in love with him. Once he locks eyes on you, there's no escaping his line of vision.

❀ He hates the idea of sending his Maiar to keep tabs on you and would prefer if he could carry out the task himself. Irmo would go as far as to ignore his duties if it meant more time to observe you and learn every little detail about you.

❀ He wouldn't hesitate to make himself present in your life, quick to ward off any contenders and make it clear that you're his and off-limits. Irmo might not seem like the type, but he can become very aggressive if needed to protect his darling.

❀ Irmo would use his ability as the dream Vala and trap people in an infinite dream loop or send nightmares that can make a person frightful enough to petrify or kill them. It's his safe way of getting rid of someone. He'll go as far as visiting them in their dream and getting rid of them himself. You know what they say, “die in the dream world, die in real life”

❀ Irmo doesn't want you to be left in the open, especially if you're a mortal or even an elf, he'll keep you safe with him in Lorien. Manwë had to be the victim of facing his begging and pleading all week because he wanted to bring you to Valinor before he agreed to shut him up.

❀ Because Irmo is responsible for governing the emotions a person feels, he would be quick to manipulate yours especially if you feel hatred and disgust towards him. It gets worse when you smile at everyone else except him. You even smiled with his brother and sister and would then become devoid of emotions around him.

❀ He hates it and he hates having to manipulate your emotions, but he does it to play into his delusional fantasy of house. Keeps you isolated in a separate wing of the palace with little to no contact. If you wish for something, call him and he'd come to grant you assistance.

❀ You once played nice and into his fantasy to get some servants to assist you because you hated him always being around but Irmo wasn't falling for your trap. He saw right through it. In fact, he sees right through all your attempts at seducing him or putting on a façade to have your way. As much as he adores the attention you're giving him, he wishes it was more genuine and not coy.

❀ But nonetheless, Irmo accepts any form of positive emotions you send his way and in return, he spoils the heck out of you. Whether you asked for it or not, he gets you the finest clothes, jewellery, flowers, etc. Aüle is annoyed by the number of visits he makes every week to request jewellery.

❀ If he has to go anywhere, he lets Námo guard you since it's damn near impossible to escape his sight. This was mainly due to your multiple attempts at escaping Lorien whenever he was put on duty. At first, he thought you were hiding and playing hard to get since making you smile and laugh was a challenge. He believed you were reciprocating.

❀ Sadly, Irmo wasn't entirely pleased when you weren't found on the grounds or responding to his call. That's when he lost it and went out to find you. He didn't care how long it took, he'd find you and return you to his side where you belonged. Even if it meant locking you up until you learnt your lesson, Irmo would. So long as you ended up in his arms.

❀ He even tied rope around both your hands so you'd be stuck to his side all day. You'll see a bright and cheery Irmo walking around and cuffed to a sour-faced you.

❀ From then on, you always resided with his brother who kept a watchful eye on you. Irmo does get jealous when you make conversation with Námo, which prompted him to threaten his brother to stop chatting with you and just guard. But even Irmo had his insecurities and opted to keep you in Lorien under the watchful eyes of his Maiar.

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