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doragonlw · 2 days
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Morgoth and his first dragons
My fiancé got me to watch the Lord of the Rings movies, and as a result I have been obsessed with the lore. Then I saw that video of squeaking baby crocodiles in a bath tub and went "I wonder if baby dragons sound like that?"
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An old draft resurrected for @feanorianweek! Inspired by last year's Back to Middle Earth bingo board option - gift giving. Some humor and some angst. In which Maedhros is a defiant prisoner, but not the most infuriating of his siblings.
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Gift-Giving
In Valinor, there had been certain expectations from musicians - the minstrels, those few that devoted themselves fully to the Song. 
Every noble house ought to have one among their members, and the noblest the best; Maglor had been very obliging in that regard. Maglor had been the example to follow, the prototype, the trend-setter.
Maglor, Maedhros had thought even then, had chosen the Song as much as it had chosen him. For its own sake; and also so that he did not have to choose anything else less great and mighty. 
Minstrels were for rites, time-keeping, celebration and beauty. Minstrels were for the blessing of the fields. Minstrels were an honour to their kin, and an adornment. 
Beleriand changed things. In Beleriand, Song was power, and Songs of Power needful weapons used beyond the value of their beauty alone.
Unfortunately, kingship was also power, and not one that could lightly be set aside. Fortunately, Macalaurë had always been very able at managing a number of tasks, as long as he could accomplish them in the most impressive and aggravating performance possible. 
For thirty years he ruled singly, second-born of a great house in exile, making Siege against one of the Powers, he that first Sang discord into the very matter and memory and making of the world. 
Morgoth was besieged. Maitimo might be prisoner, hostage, slave and victim, but there was some satisfaction in knowing the manner of his binding.
Treachery there had been, and foolish anguish - but he would not have chosen other. He could not have chosen otherwise; and at least this time, when he suffered the consequences of one of his brother’s irreverence, there was a bitter pleasure in the paying of it.
No gift could be sweeter to him than the memory of the song borne over the great dark stillness of Thangorodrim. The voice soaring to the heights, saying, 
HAIL DECEIVER, SACKER AND THIEF, FROM ANOTHER MURDERER: HOW IS IT TO BE LOATHED AND REGRETTED BY ILÚVITAR, THY VERY OWN KING AND FATHER - 
“Alas for what you have wrought, fell lord,” called Maitimo Nelyafinwë. The laughter wound the chains more treacherously still on themselves, but it was worth it, and frankly necessary to defiance to laugh sometimes. “Once he is started, the true challenge is to close his mouth.” 
AND KNOW THOU HAST BEEN MADE TO FAIL AND FAIL AND FAIL EVER AND EVER UNTO THE VICTORY OF THE HEAVENS AND INDEED THE FORCE OF ELVES IN WRATH AGAINST THEE -
Morgoth roared, and shock the mountain, and thundered at the skies. 
There was a pause. The echo rang, and then the silence; it set, and settled. Morgoth’s immensity blotted out the stars, and grew to match his complacency. 
Maitimo waited. His brother held passionately to a theory, regarding the counting of time in silence as a mark authorship, from which every composed could be identified with enough familiarity, and his thesis presentation had gone something like this:
Somewhere in the far, far distance, there was the familiar sound of a harp being strummed in a uniquely obnoxious fashion. 
GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER THOU AVARICIOUS CUR-FACED DULL-WITTED  CRAVEN -
For a moment, a terrible abyss of an instant, the full force of Morgoth's loathing filled the air in a silence made of many dimensions and many strains of incredulous rage.
“You heard him,” Maitimo said into it. Teeth-bared, words round and smiling in his mouth. “Cur.” 
The chains were really quite dreadful, where they bit into flesh to lash the bones; but he wouldn't have said they weren't worth it, for the look on Morgoth's face just then.
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Maedhros escaped the saw-trap
Melkor, pointing to Maedhros’s severed hand swingin from the chain on Thangorodrim: YOU LET HIM ESCAPE?!? Mairon, with a drink in his hand: I WAS ON BREAK.
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saintstars · 3 days
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what did you think you were better than them, Mairon?
@cilil i can't find the post but this is your fault for saying Mairon wouldn't call Melkor daddy
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cilil · 2 days
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Varda doesn't believe that the clit is the devil's doorbell.
She believes that Melkor has never seen one in his life.
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neldeathstar · 3 days
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Three Sons For Evil...
three leaders for Arda's doom.
🖤Mairon and three of his sons🖤
As the most of you know, in my headcanon Mairon and Melkor created four sons (of which one son, Melron, is the same gender like Mairon). After Morgoth was defeated finally his family continued his legacy and his children, except Melron, supported Mairon in fullfilling his vile plans on Arda. This is three of them as adults.
From left to right: Mor'gash, the youngest. His name means "Black Fire" and this is how he mostly appears infront of mortals, he's commanding the Orcs.
Madh'gash, the third son, "Great Fire" can shift into a mighty, dragon like beast, he commands the beasts.
Shiak'ul, the first son, has a very strong bond to Mairon, his name means "Ice Rain" and he can shift into black matter that is darker than shadows, he commands the undead and an army of flying beasts.
While Mairon tries to manipulate the humans and the elves, later crafting the rings, his sons secure his back and rebuild their parents empire secretly in hiding. All three of them would do anything to impress and please their beloved mother-Maia.
Melron is the only one who left the family. He fled, seeking a peaceful life in harmony with Arda's creatures. He fell in love with an elf and doesn't want to take part in any cruelty. His siblings are searching him, but he hides succesfully as Colomë, the Maia of Lindon. An illustration of adult Melron will come in a few days :)!
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floating-ping · 2 days
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Difficult to fell asleep, because there's a question bothering me:
Why did the Valar choose their spouse only from Valar? There were also a lot of Maiar.🤔Were they actually arranged marriages? Or were the Vala-Maia romantic actually strictly forbidden? And of course, considering there are so many Maiar and only 15 Valar, the possibility for the Maiar of being picked by a Valar is pretty slim.
Think of it this way, isn't Melkor and Marion's love kind of romantic? Think about it, Melkor, the most powerful being in existence, who arises in mighty, choose "the one", Mairon, over million of Maiar. And Marion, as a little Maia, fell in love with that big, dark, scary Vala? I would discribe it as a brave.
Don't take the silly thing above so seriously, it's just a headconon!😂
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ylieke · 30 days
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curufiin · 6 months
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If you can’t defeat them, join them
edit: obviously do not type the link into your browser of choice
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wisesnail · 24 days
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And finally here I come with a Moringotto aka the guy who thought it was a good idea to work with a giant spider…🙈
Prints and other stuff on my RedBubble and Threadless
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My favorite Morgoth moment is when the Great Enemy of Middle Earth got attacked by a big spider and shrieked so loudly all his balrogs heard from miles away and had to come rescue him. Damsel behavior
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cy-lindric · 2 years
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The Lords of Angband
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rinthecap · 2 months
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Morgoth
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kudriaken · 10 months
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Melkor or more known as Morgoth. Continuing the designs for Valars. This time - Manwe`s brother and main troublemaker in whole universe.
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feyhatesapplepie · 4 months
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Looking into the past...
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velvet4510 · 1 month
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There’s something incredible about how Middle-Earth was tormented by a master-servant team only connected by the bonds of shared evil and lust for power … and then Middle-Earth was later saved by another master-servant team connected by the bonds of shared love and humility. Really incredible.
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