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urwendii · 9 months
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If I write the istar!Mairon thing I might self indulge so much bc the possibilities of uncorrupted Mairon are SO GOOD (pun intended)
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i-did-not-mean-to · 10 months
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Happy Birthday, my dear
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It's @cilil's birthday!!!! 🎂🎂🎂🎂
So, here is a little gift for you. Done by the incomparable @neldeathstar!!!
And, in the name of friendship, I've also written a very tiny thing! It's under the cut :)
Enjoy!
𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰: 1.1 k ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰: Mairon, Aiwendil, Eönwë 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Sexual innuendo, Mairon is mean...
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Mairon rolled his eyes—Eönwë and Aiwendil were not the audience he had expected or desired, but he needed to share his amazing experience with someone before he could burst with self-satisfied smugness, and he was too sated and content to ferret out Curumo or Ossë.
“Hello Mairon, how are you? You look…” Aiwendil faltered in his cheery greeting, his annoyingly huge, innocent eyes clouding over with something akin to dread and distrust. “You look different. Are you unwell?”
Look at that little fool, Mairon thought impatiently; he despised his fellow Maia for his sickening naïveté that was erroneously misconstrued and excused as genuine “sweetness” by most. Mairon knew the truth though, Aiwendil was nothing but a stupid dreamer who would never amount to much if he didn’t stop aimlessly horsing around with the most feeble and neglectable of Yavanna’s creations.
“Do we go to the library then?” Eönwë asked hopefully, his usually so placid face lighting up with anticipation.
Why that one wanted to go to the library didn’t make sense to Mairon either—Eönwë was a good fighter and a disgustingly faithful servant, but he’d never be the one to pen anything of importance. No, it was clear that he was destined to merely carry, defend, and deliver messages—not to write them.
“Ah, I am so sorry,” Mairon said softly, schooling his face into a convincing expression of contrition and prudish embarrassment that would be shattered only too soon by his carefully planned and rehearsed revelation.
Indeed, their vacant faces fell in disappointment and unveiled worry almost instantly.
Mairon drew himself up to his full height, ready to strike, and promptly informed them of his exciting and illicit meeting with Melkor in the forge in melting, sensual accents.
He had expected outrage, shock, envy, or even anger, but all he got were two blank stares of incomprehension. They even had the gall to cock their heads like puzzled birds—how Mairon wanted to wring their necks for having ruined his moment of breath-taking triumph by their profound and utterly maddening stupidity.
One, two, three—Mairon counted the moments in his wickedly sharp mind until any of the two would finally fully comprehend what he had just told them.
“Oh no,” Eönwë cried out in what seemed to be genuine alarm; he expressed his sincere commiseration and even gave special emphasis to the undeniable evil inherent to all of Melkor’s doings. Maybe, Mairon reflected, he only said so because of Aiwendil who kept staring at him with questioning cow eyes.
Ire—hot and punitive—flared within Mairon’s chest; he was named “the Admirable” but that alone wasn’t worth much when there was nobody around who was sensible and enlightened enough to actually admire him for his daring and cunning.
Indeed, he himself was rather proud of the way he had ventured into a passionate, mind-altering, and world-shattering relationship with the mightiest of the Valar—after all, their seduction had been mutual and all-encompassing. Mairon relished the lingering burning sensation rippling through his fána with every move, and he certainly would not accept pity when he had expected awe!
Letting his smile melt like warm honey, he turned his sweetest, most innocent face to the two woeful imbeciles who were still waiting for him to accept their well-wishes and expressions of foolish sympathy.
“Oh yeah…” Mairon sighed mellifluously. “His dick is evil…big.”
This time, Eönwë was quicker to catch on—he gasped audibly and sputtered his peer’s name in a forbidding, scolding tone that was but a cheap imitation and a pathetic echo of Manwë’s thundering eloquence.
“What?” Aiwendil looked back and forth between the other two, his vague gaze sharpening into an expression of bewildered distress.
Mairon made a rather crude gesture at the height of his own shapely behind that had Eönwë choking on his own tongue but only served to perplex Aiwendil even further.
“A dick? He has a tail?” Aiwendil asked, evidently just as eager to understand as he was incapable of grasping even the most essential mechanics of what they were so circuitously discussing—at least, Ossë would have challenged or even mocked him! Nothing was worse than the benign but utterly fatuous and vacant gleam of the insipidly handsome faces turned towards him like beacons of purity.
“Ugh, I wanted it. I welcomed his attentions!” Mairon groaned; he could hardly believe that he had to spell it out for them.
Silence fell like a stifling blanket over the bright meadow they had convened in.
“What exactly?” Aiwendil inquired shyly, his eyes darting nervously between Eönwë and Mairon—he could tell that he was a nuisance and was visibly afraid of being reprimanded or sent away.
“I am not going to draw you a graphic,” Mairon hissed, tossing back his hair and glowering at the young Maia with unadulterated loathing. “Suffice it to say that the forges were not the only thing that was burning bright. Oh, the things he does to me and I to him. We are so well matched—you can’t even imagine the pleasures we share.”
He held up his hand before Aiwendil could stutter some nonsense about walks in nature or tending to some foul-smelling beast; his body moved in suggestive undulation, mimicking the throes of lascivious passion he had engaged in before joining these two knuckleheads.
“They were dancing?” Aiwendil asked Eönwë in a muted voice.
“No, little one,” Eönwë sighed. “Mairon here has let himself be corrupted and tainted by the power of evil.”
“Ah, don’t be such a hypocrite!” Fire flared within Mairon’s eyes, and he wished that he had brought any of his tools to put Eönwë’s famed prowess in battle to the test. “He’s no better and no worse than his brother. Only because you have not had the guts or the charm to get anywhere with Manwë, you don’t need to take your envies and frustrations out on me.”
That accusation was so outrageous that it knocked the wind clean out of Eönwë’s mighty lungs—he merely stared, mouth agape, at the vision of flickering light and unbridled anger in front of him. More than ever, Mairon wanted to batter him senseless, but he held back and only bared his sharp teeth to give vent to his sombre, dangerous feelings.
“I would never…” Eönwë stammered, his cheeks colouring with the heat of embarrassment and something darker and much more shameful.
“Yes,” Mairon grinned sharply, “and that might just be your problem. Either way, I am too wrung out to go to the library and look at dusty tomes with the likes of you. See you later.”
“Why doesn’t he go to Estë if he’s in pain?” Aiwendil muttered, confused, as they saw Mairon limping away from them with as much dignity as he could muster.
“I am afraid,” Eönwë replied, settling a heavy but comforting hand on the slender shoulder of his companion, “that he has grown to like the burn.”
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Once again, I wish you only the best for your birthday and good luck for tonight!!!
Lots of love from me, as always!!!
Hoch sollst du leben...an der Decke kleben and so on and so forth! Love you!!!
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cilil · 6 months
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The bittersweetness of Curuwendil
Just some thoughts about Curumo's and Aiwendil's relationship and why it's stuck in my brain.
Curumo and Aiwendil are a great example of opposites attract and two people who balance each other out. Aiwendil brings joy and whimsy into Curumo's life, while Curumo provides stability and a calm, rational outlook on things.
Their relationship involved some growth, especially on Curumo's part. I like to imagine that he was very drawn to Mairon while they still served Aulë together, be it because he was attracted to him or because he wanted to learn from him or be more like him, and Mairon often expressed disdain for Aiwendil and other Maiar like him.
Aiwendil, however, kept being kind to Curumo and wasn't bothered by his quirks and mannerisms, and after Mairon left, Curumo developed a soft spot for him and grew to appreciate his company.
Despite being known for being skilled in speech and persuasion, Curumo was actually never good when it came to voicing his feelings or needs, so it was often up to Aiwendil to make the first step.
Thankfully for both of them, Aiwendil may be a bit of an airhead, but he can be very direct and honest. He was also supported by Yavanna who kept encouraging him.
After ages of slow burn and growing closer, they were both sent on the Istari mission which involved their memories of their lives in Valinor being suppressed (cf. Unfinished Tales). This led to them going their own ways and drifting apart, especially once Curumo started talking to Mairon again and was corrupted by him. Mairon likely worked to isolate him from his peers and plant paranoid thoughts in his mind.
We all know how the story ends. But Aiwendil never gave up on Curumo; he searched for him after his hröa was slain and brought him home with him. He also refused to return to Valinor without him.
If Curumo was conscious enough in spirit-form after his death, he soon started regretting his deeds and that he fell for Mairon's lies (again) because his ego and ambitions blinded him and made him receptive to his influence. This may then lead to a genuine desire for redemption which Aulë in particular would support and Yavanna as well, so one day Aiwendil and Curumo may be allowed to return to Valinor together.
All in all, I see a story of growth and failure, of learning and falling back into old patterns and of two very different Maiar who become each other's unlikely companion. Maybe this is why Yavanna wanted Aiwendil to accompany Curumo. Maybe she thinks it's cute too.
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anerea-lantiria · 6 months
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Five Wizards :|: Istarlindalë
My second art for @tolkienrsb was claimed by the lyrical @lferion, who's created a poetic exploration of the five Maiar who became the Istari, covering everything from their origins in the Great Music to their involvement in all the major events from the First Age to the end of the Third Age and beyond!
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Istari is Quenya meaning "those who know" and lindalë means "music", thus Istarlindalë is the "Song of the Wise", their story:
"... A quintet they were now, five Thoughts become (and becoming, growing, changing, living) individuals, single selves, though they clung still each to the others.
"It was then that individuals began to realize their names, while also feeling drawn to one or the other of the Valar. Maiar were not then meant to be wholly separate; distinct, yes, discrete, not as such. Neither separated from the Valar nor from their harmonic fellows. And thus it was that the quintet became five separate selves, no longer intermingled, though still in harmony, in friendship and alliance and hope with each other. "Fiery-red Curumo was Aulë's by choice and affinity; brown Aiwendil naturally went with Yavanna, though Vána and Estë loved him as well; Alatar and Pallando blue-green, blue-violet, sea-blue and lake-blue and the white-blue of rushing water were drawn to Ulmo, to Varda, to Oromë, returning always to Ulmo after each venture, and mist-grey, silver-granite-cloud-grey Olórin served and learned and grew with Manwë and Lorien and Nienna in turn. "And due to their inquiring spirits and breadth of knowledge, their willingness to both question and learn (sometimes to the exasperation of those they would learn from, for they were to a one persistent and filled with curiosity), to listen more than they spoke, they came to be known as The Knowledgeable Ones, the Istari as the Elves would later have it."
From Istarlindalë by Lferion, coming soon.
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ainurweek · 7 months
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Day 2 of Ainur Week is here!
Today, we’re celebrating Aulë, Yavanna, Curumo, and Aiwendil, as well as works created around craftsmanship and the Ainur’s relationship with nature!
Don’t forget to mention @ainurweek in your posts and tag “Ainur week” or “ainurweek”!
– Your Mod, @glorf1ndel 💚��
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junk-whunk-punk · 1 year
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Okay I’ve seen ur amazing art for punk Mairon but I’d love to hear what headcanons u have for this little bastard
OH *insidiously rubs palms*
Are you ready kids? I dunno there is bunch of punk Mairon headcanons, facts or smthg bebeh babah (sometimes supplemented!)
About AU in general: all the characters are humans in the modern life.
He actually is a little bastard. Total mischief, total cunning, total agility, mutton stubbornness and shamelessness - it's all him.
He is one of those people who, for example, can stand naked in front of a mirror at 4am and squeal with a bottle of port wine and a frog in his hands.
Mairon used to be a latent punk(:D) before dealing with Melkor. After that he was no longer afraid to show his fucked-up nature because he can.
I unreasonably headcanon that he has an accent on the similarity of German or Russian, something like roaring so please pretend that you understand me🥲... ... . .
I've been thinking for a long time about his specific affiliation within the punk community. His filthy soul lies towards crust punk and thrash punk mostly.
His dada and mama Aule and Yavanna and his brudas Curumo and Aiwendil love him unbelievably despite his punk ways and shitty behavior. At least they can say "Yeah, he's dumb, but he's ours"
He grew up in the blandest, most cookie cutter suburb imaginable with Very Wholesome parents Aule and Yavanna who don’t understand his punk ways but support him to an embarrassing amount. (addition by @the-ring-wasnt-even-pretty)
He has freckles! but! I found out that people sometimes get freckles only in the spring. SO MAIRON DOES!!¡!
Mairon and Melkor have always had a specific relationship. They are, of course, very close friends for many years, and therefore they are not at all shy of each other and can easily ask for anything. By saying "anything", I really mean "anything"... But there is no emphasis on their pair or sth, it is a bromance.
He is Melkor's «Meowron» and Melkor is Mairon's «Meowkor». Don't blame them.
He and Thuringwethil paint each other's nails💅
Mairon manually sews himself cool punk clothes. In the evenings he sits with a charmingly intelligent look, sewing up tears on the ass of his favorite torn jeans.
Mairon loves plushies, kittens, puppies and other cuties. And does not hide it. He feeds street animals. what can you say...
«ANARCHY IS THE MOTHER OF PEACE»
Respects some modern tendencies, but prefers the old lifestyle and fashion.
Versatile. He received a technical education but he didn't really need it in life, which is basically obvious. But! he is well versed in electric musical instruments.
Biker 🤝
«Rock, punk and metal are NOT THE SAME THINGS!! But I love them all»
He has tatoos: The One Ring inscription around the right biceps, sharp patterns those look like the eye of Sauron left on the chest. That's all-seeing tit...
A natural blondie💅
Voice of YOUNG Konstantin Kinchev from «Алиса»/«Alisa».
Celebrimbor's crazy salmon--I MEAN BOYFRIEND. And what's about Tyelpë? Sauron always tries to seduce him, but «Mairon please I'm working...». Tragic(((
Mairon's height is 5'9''. His physique looks lightweight, but muscular. Oh boy he is that very meowing comely attaboy with unrestrained energy and unkillable vocal cords. In a good and bad way...
To be continued...
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weezlbot · 2 years
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eonwe rates the maiar
“Eonwe Rates the Valar” flopped hard, so I’m doing the logical thing and making another one! Birb boi rates his colleagues!
also this is more like how well he knows/likes them, not how “good” they are per se. it’s subjective not objective
Ilmare: she’s like a sister to Eonwe. she also makes fresh sweet rolls for the sky-folk (Eonwe, Arien, Tilion, Earendil, etc). on a regular basis. earnest student and preserver of wisdom. also her magic abilities are top-notch. She’s better with the Music than Eonwe himself is. She’s also deeply faithful to both Varda and Manwe. 100/10.
Osse: Brings rains that make the earth fresh and green, which is nice, but why does he have to be so destructive about it? and splashing innocent children of Eru down in the water to drown? However, his rehabilitation from the service of Melkor shows genuine faith and courage. 6/10. 
Uinen: Gentle and kindhearted. Protects the Children of Eru whenever she can. Reins Osse in when he rages. Feeds the seabirds little bites of bread. 9/10
Melian: Withdrew into Doriath during the Year of the Trees, then hid away in the gardens of Vana and Este ever since. From what he can tell, she is wise and sensible, which he thinks is admirable, but they aren’t close. She did open up the way for elf/maia marriages, though, so that’s kind of neat. 6/10
Arien: She’s so pretty! and the sun is so bright and warm! Her rapier wit makes her a fascinating conversationalist. Loyal, dedicated and timely. They talk on the reg--him as a flying being and her as the Sun. 9/10
Tilion: Being the Moon was the best idea he ever had. All the world’s hounds still howl to him in brotherhood. Eonwe’s not a dog person but that’s still pretty cool. Not as wise as some, but is chivalrous and dedicated, and frankly, Tilion and Ilmare are close and any friend of Ilmare’s is a friend of Eonwe’s. 7/10
Curumo/Saruman: A bit full of himself. And what’s with defecting to evil when he was supposed to be a force of leadership and light? However, his craftsmanship is high-quality, especially his weaponsmithing, and in the end, he is very intelligent. Doesn’t excuse the traitorship, though. 4/10.
Olorin/Gandalf: Wise, intelligent, and goodhearted. A good student, a good teacher. Talented in magic and swordplay. Fiercely loyal to his causes. And yet, he still has fun. 10/10 every Maia should aim to be like him
Aiwendil/Radagast: he’s a little feral but, like, in a cute way. Trying to save the little creatures of Arda from Sauron was an admirable cause. His heart’s in the right place, but his planning skills could be better. He’s simple, but there’s nothing wrong with being simple. 8/10
Alatar & Pallando: Hunt/eat birds for why? abandon cause for why? where’d they even go? what was their problem? 4/10
Tom Bombadil: What’s with moving to Middle Earth? Valinor literally could have used your might! Other than that, he’s a decent guy and 7/10. 
Goldberry: Continuing with the theme of Ulmo having the gentlest, sweetest she-Maiar in his service. 8/10.
the eagles: birby friends who are also heroic warriors? 10/10!
Mairon Sauron: intelligent. wise. crafty. his sense of beauty is immaculate. amazing with his hands. rapier wit. friend.10/10 evil. cruel. the things he did in Numenor and in the pits of Angband were vile. traitor. heartbreaker. enemy. 0/10. 
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ceolona · 1 year
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A bad explanation of Tolkien mythology and the story of Rings of Power (Revised, Full, with Hidden Spoilers)
In the beginning, Eru (the Creator) created the Ainur. The Music of the Ainur created Eä (the Universe) and Arda (the World). The Ainur who entered that Creation as its guardians are known as Valar (greater Ainur) and Maiar (lesser Ainur).
The Ainur are beings of Ëala (incorporeal spirit). They create Fanar (physical manifestations) to house their Ëalar so that they can be physically present in Arda.
In a sense, Ainur are angels. Valar are the upper choir and Maiar are the lower choir.
Many of the Ainur who entered Creation have names. One of them is Vala Aulë (the Smith). One of his associates, Maia Mairon, eventually shifted allegiances to Vala Melkor (the Mighty).
Vala Melkor, the bad boy of the group, was cast out and retreated to Arda. He continued to misbehave on Arda, stealing three Silmarilli and destroying the Two Trees for good measure. The Elves didn’t like this, and gave him a new name: Morgoth (the Great Foe). His new associate, Maia Mairon, assumed a new name for himself: Sauron.
Details aside, a Great War was waged, Morgoth was defeated and cast out to the Void (outside Eä), but Sauron remains at large.
In response to the trouble caused by Sauron, Vala Manwë (the King) formed the Heron Istarion (Order of Wizards) to deal with the problem.
At this point, Rings of Power goes all fanfic, and everything we assumed goes out the window. Just roll with it and click through the "Keep Reading" to see all the spoilery details, both major and minor.
When Rings of Power begins, the Elves are cleaning up the remnants of the war and hunting down Sauron. As they have not found him, Gil-Galad recalls the troops. Galadriel (whose brother Finrod was killed and husband Celeborn is MIA) is on a mission of vengance and refuses orders to return, but eventually gives in. While this is going on, Adar kills Sauron. (Shut up. I know. Keep reading.)
Celembrimbor decides so to start a new undisclosed project, but needs the Dwarves to build better forges. Some rando (The Stranger) falls from the sky, making life challenging for the Harfoots. The Orcs invade the Southlands, a collection of Human (Mannish?) settlements under Elven peacekeeprs.
Time passes. Shit happens. People meet, talk, compare notes.
The Dweller and company, seeking the Second Coming of Sauron, arrive from Rhûn (the Far East) to hunt down the Stranger. Unfortunately for them, The Stranger is not Sauron but an Istar with a memory problem. (Personally, I'm guessing Maia Aiwendil)
Adar tells Galadriel that he killed Sauron. Well, he thinks he did. Remeber: Sauron is an Ainu. When Adar did the deed, Sauron's Fana was destroyed, not his Ëala . It is reasonable to assume that Sauron created a new Fana and ran off to encourage Celebrimbor with his project. Nor is it out of the question that Sauron created yet another Fana to fish Galadriel out of the ocean. (Did I mention there would be spoilers? That's on you.)
Elrond's adventures run in parallel with all this. Somehow, the mission to get the Dwarves' help in building new forges becomes "We need your Mithril or we will die". Celebrimbor's attempts to harness the power of the Mithril nugget fail until Halbrand makes some suggestions. Halbrand fucks off, while Galadriel suggests making four rings with the Mithril: Narya, Vilya, Nenya and Nunya. ("Nunya"? Yeah. Nunya business! Lighten up.)
And that’s where it ends. Three Rings are made, Mordor rises, Sauron disappears, and The Stranger wanders off to Rhûn.
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ladysternchen · 1 year
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headcanon explained/ character study- Melian, part 1
The first time someone called her wise, Melian was utterly bewildered. It had been her cousin Yavanna, next to whom she had raised her voice to add her theme to the Music, and she had no idea what Yavanna meant. Yet, to her very great surprise, her theme was indeed woven throughout the Music, steadfast and beautiful, but terrible also, at the same time playful and filled with jest and laughter and so sorrowful that even Nienna made it her own. And like Nienna, she pitied all those that would turn away from the glory of the Music to listen to Melkor, like Nienna, she was prone to forgive, like Nienna, she took the trouble to get to know the reason behind an evil deed, and yet she was not like Nienna. Melian was fiercer, for while she felt sorry for them, the idiots had still brought it upon themselves, and in her books, their idiocy was something to be opposed rather than just bemoaned.  Yet she came to Arda with joy, helping her cousins and Estë as well. Her song would fill the world, but still she did not understand why anyone would count her among the wise of her race, she didn’t really see herself that way. She would just watch, and seek to understand and in the end choose pity over scorn, and was quite unable to understand why not everyone would do so, as this was, to her, the only logical way to treat things and also the way she herself wanted to be treated. (I honestly don’t know what to make of the Melian and the later Istari went to Middle-Earth to watch over the elves- idea, but IF they did, I just SEE her rolling her eyes in big-sister-style and being like “honestly? You honestly send me to watch over that bunch of idiots?” Especially Curumo she openly disliked, Alatar and Pallando would constantly wander off, Aiwendil she loved a lot, much like she would a baby brother, but he’d be so busy with watching her birds he’d be of no use for anything. Olórin, of course, was the silver lining on the horizon, as they were and had always been dear friends. But being in charge meant she’d have to overlook what he did and -if possible- prevent him from stealing a handful of the Children to keep for himself. He knew about those thoughts, and to this very day, whenever they meet, he takes greatest pleasure in reminding her who nicked the elf in the end.) But back to where we were before. When Melian sang in Lórien out of pure joy and found everyone listen in awe, she just laughed, unconcerned with the fuss everyone made.  However she ended up in Middle-Earth, whether the longing for the stars drove her there (which Varda found very very very funny and Melian, her foresight failing her in this respect, was rather unnerved by that), or her desire to tend to the woods or really the Istari-mission, she did end up in Nan Elmoth in the end, as we know. Whatever was told afterwards, this was no set up elf-trap. She did not plan this to happen. But as she first laid eyes on Elwë, stumbling through the woods lost and frightened and utterly bewildered about what had lead him there, she really and truly fell in love. She looked into his eyes and saw the starlight mirrored there, and he saw in hers the light of Aman, and when their hands touched, they both fell under the spell of their love and travelled together through time and space, through all her memory and his, and nothing was real or lasting to them but their union, and the were joined more tightly than ever any other couple among Eldar or Ainur, safe perhaps Varda and Manwë. (Melian would never ever dare to compare herself and her lover to the Lord and Lady of Arda, though). Later, of course, Melian well understood that it had been a higher doom that had drawn them together, that their union had a purpose and was foretold in the Music, she just hadn’t paid any attention to it before. She loathed to think of it that way, for her love to Elwë was innocent and true and untouched by purpose or by foresight. She would not have loved him any less had they never had Lúthien, or become king and queen of Eglador/Doriath. Had they but stayed in Nan Elmoth forever, forgotten by both their people, their love would have been just the same. And through that love, she bound herself in an elvish body, becoming an elf for all intents and purposes. Never again afterwards she would be able to shed that form (her body, yes, upon returning to Aman, but not her form), and she never wanted to.  Once they got out of their trance and guessed how long they had stood unmoving, they left Nan Elmoth to see if they could learn what had become of Elwë’s people and were both surprised how many had stayed behind, and even more surprised was Melian about the fact that no one bore any grudge against her, as they easily could have done. She herself felt guilty for inadvertently stealing their lord and made a vow to herself to repay them as much as possible by being the queen they deserved, and that she was, loved deeply by her people, and also her new family. She was very grateful for that, because the first year after their return was... a lot. Having a body that had needs felt very strange at first, and did not make getting used to the customs of the elves any  easier, nor did it help that her husband quite struggled to get to terms with everything as well. During that first year, they would often just lie holding onto each other for comfort at night, overwhelmed and frightened and longing for the solitude of Nan Elmoth. That passed, though, as they both slowly grew into the their role.
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edensrose · 1 year
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Dear Eden,
Care to tell us who would be your elven/maiarin/valarin bestie? And why?
Absolutely!
My elven bestie would probably be Fëanor or Feren and that's because I relate to them on a DEEP level. Fëanor's a ball of rage and yknow what same also Feren is overworked as hell and again, same
My maia bestie. . . Hmm. Ngl I'm seeing Aiwendil. idk he just seems so sweet — I'm sure we'd get along so well. Also Melian. Idk why but MELIAN
Vala best friend? Irmo and Yavanna hands down. Yavanna must honestly be such a delight to be around and I need that mom friend. Irmo is probably just the SWEETEST but also one of the craziest and I'm all for that
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wandererindreams · 19 days
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For the Ainur asks… 1, 4, 5, and 6🥹❤️ also hope you’re having a lovely day!
Thank you so much for the ask, Nonnie ❤️ Have a beautiful day too!
Which Ainu is your favourite? One of the hardest questions for me. I don't have one single favourite, but a couple of them. I'm fond of Manwë and Námo, Ulmo holds no small part of my heart as well. Eönwë and Ossë are also close to my heart. And I would be damned if I forget Olórin and Aiwendil.
4. Which Vala(r) would you serve? I think I would love to serve all the Fëanturi. Unless I would have to deal with "I want to talk to your manager" thing every five minutes. I'm sure you know of whom I speak.
5. Which Ainu would you choose as your romantic partner? Nonnie, why do you make me choose?! Cruel of you! T.T Okay, okay. Hopefuly there would be no asteroid shower after...well...choosing Manwë. I have a thing for birbs too.
6. Which Ainu would you choose as your best friend? All of them, if possible XD. If I should narrow it, then...Fëanturi.
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urwendii · 9 months
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19 and 24 for fic writer asks?
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
Istar Mairon (because i started drawing him last night) and I'm more and more tempted to actually write something lengthy once I can afford to find more time. 😅
After the end of the War of Wrath and the banishment of Morgoth in the Void, Middle Earth enters a period of apparent peace as its habitants rest and rebuild. In the land of the Gods, as the Second Age begins under the gentle warmth of Arien, Mairon tries to heal from the darkness of losing more than he can admit to others. With Morgoth cast beyond the Door of the Night, the shadow that has weighed over his heart is slowly disappearing. 
Yet he looks East and to the Sea hoping to catch a sight of the friend that was left to the Shadow. It is a slow age at first, Ulmo raises Elenna-nórë from the ocean and he goes with Yavanna and Aulë to prepare the Island for those of the Men who fought alongside them. Singing and Making beautiful things centers him again and when Edain are brought to the Island he can almost feel as if this time things will be better. 
He still calls for Ossë every day but his mind is closed to them.
So when Manwë calls for him to inform that Mairon will go with Olórin and Aiwendil as wizards to Middle Earth to help fight back the newly arising darkness, he goes with his heart resolute in his beliefs that if he has been able to come back, so then can Ossë.
But not before telling Manwë off for trying to trap him in an old man’s fana. He’s “the Admirable”, not a Saint willing to look like Olórin and his new awful grey hat. Mairon has some standards after all. 
24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).
well im rusty at moodboards but here's one for ATFB. i need to work on more of them.
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cilil · 11 months
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Day 2 Melkor ⋆⛧⋆ Mairon
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Synopsis: Things seem perfect on Almaren, yet Mairon isn't as happy as he perhaps should be. Melkor waits for another chance to talk to him.
Warnings: /
Author's Note: Day 2 ficlets coming right up. Hope you enjoy!♡
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The Maiar of Almaren were spending a quiet afternoon together, relaxing in the warm light of Illuin and Ormal and blissfully unaware of the Dark Vala watching them from the shadows. Yet Melkor hadn't come to spy on any of them, no, he was there for Mairon and Mairon only. 
His little flame was sitting cross-legged in the grass, idly toying with a small golden trinket as he watched his fellow Maiar's interactions with an air of indifference. Next to him, Eönwë was busy preening the fluffy white feathers on his wings, diligently checking and cleaning every single one of them; it appeared as though the brave herald had finally given up on trying to converse with Mairon after his previous attempts to do so had failed. Arien and Ilmarë were laughing and chatting while braiding flowers into each other's hair. Curumo was attempting to read a book, only to be interrupted time and time again by Aiwendil who was holding a tiny baby bird in his hands and kept showing it to him. Olórin and Melian sat together in silence, though their expressions made it obvious that they were engaging in avid conversations via ósanwe. 
The trinket Mairon was holding seemed to be a circular band of gold, shimmering in the sunlight as he beheld it from all angles. More pieces of jewellery like it adorned his lovely fána, several chains, bangles and bracelets encircling his ankles, thighs, wrists and upper arms, as well as a necklace with an amber pendant that matched his fiery eyes. Truly, it seemed to Melkor that his favourite Maia had turned his entire self into a work of art, framed by long, luxurious copper and golden curls. 
Unfortunately for Mairon, his peace was disturbed by Aiwendil's bright, lively voice as the smaller Maia attempted to convince both him and Curumo–though his big brown eyes remained fixated on the latter for the entire duration of their rather one-sided conversation–to go birdwatching with him later. Curumo seemed unsure at first, then he and Melkor alike saw how Mairon pursed his lips in thinly veiled disdain and declined the offer, stating he had more work to do, and the younger forge spirit quickly claimed he would do the same. 
The two Maiar of Aulë left soon after, Curumo following his colleague as soon as Mairon gracefully rose to his feet and walked away, and Melkor wasn't sure whether to be amused by this behaviour or angry that this silly little Maia was–unwittingly–ruining his chances to talk to his little flame alone. Eönwë chose not to comment, though the way he glanced at the two over his shoulder could be described as the polite version of a dirty look, and he offered to accompany Aiwendil instead; but Melkor was no longer interested in watching their conversation unfold and left before he could hear his response.  
He kept following Mairon until his favourite Maia finally managed to get rid of his unwanted companion and retreated to a hidden grove inside Yavanna's gardens where he proceeded to lounge on the cool, shadowy grass. 
"Do not think for a second that I am blind to your presence, Mighty One," he called out to the hidden Vala. "Surely you wouldn't believe that I have forgotten your song so easily?" 
"How flattering," Melkor mused, shadows coalescing in front of the undaunted Maia to form his accustomed fána. "Yet in the Great Music it didn't seem to be to your liking."
"I told you before that my feelings on such things never mattered. How do you propose would my voice make a difference while you compete with the Elder King and the One himself?" Mairon countered, but the dismay in his tone betrayed a feeling of defeat rather than true conviction.  
"And I told you it is a matter of choice first and foremost." Melkor smiled, knowing he had already won. "Are you happy with your choice, little flame? Are you content with your place in the grand symphony and the fate that others have assigned to you?" 
"Not really."
Mairon's response was surprisingly candid. 
Melkor sat down in the grass next to him so they were on eye level and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "Well, perhaps we can still change that..." 
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ao3feed-tolkien · 10 months
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2023 FOTFICS Challenges - Part II (June -...)
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by I_did_not_mean_to
Welcome to Part II of this collection (and yes, I wanted to be more orderly...hasn't worked so well...sorry)
June: Pride Bingo
Words: 2313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Saruman | Curunír, Radagast | Aiwendil, Yavanna Kementári, Aulë | Mahal
Relationships: Radagast | Aiwendil/Saruman | Curunír
Additional Tags: Pride Bingo, gay rep, demi rep, First Date, Coming Out
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ao3feed-thehobbit · 11 months
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Out Of Place
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by NimTheWitch
We've all seen the "Real Girl In Middle Earth" type stories right? Well, this is my take on that tale with a few twists. Come on a journey of confusion, trials, intrigue and adventure as we fell a little out of place. Kiva is a writer for an online nature magazine. She lives out of the way with the forest as her backyard. She's fallen asleep in her favorite grove more times than she can count, but she's never woken up quite like this before. Where did her summer sun go? Why are all the trees different? What the hell is with all the webs everywhere? The obvious answer can't possibly be the correct one, can it? Read on to find out ;)
This is a reposting of my old fic by the same name. I've deleted the old version and have been working to revise and rework it to match my current writing standards. I'll be posting a chapter or two a day while I work to get the whole thing finished. If you've read it before, I would highly recommend reading it again as I post it because I've changed a great deal, including plot relevant story points. I think you'll be pleased!
Words: 10788, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Radagast | Aiwendil, Saruman | Curunír, Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Thranduil/Reader, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Reader, Thranduil/Orginal Female Character, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Thranduil/You, Thranduil (Tolkien)/You
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Difficult Love, Modern Girl in Middle Earth, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Multiple Personalities, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Non-Canon Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, Battle of Five Armies - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Mirkwood, Giant Spiders, Soul transfer, held captive, Held Prisoner, Graphic Description, Graphic description of torture, graphic description of violence, Mental Torture, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, thigh riding, Heavy Petting, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Elf Sex, Elf Culture & Customs, Asshole Thranduil, Caring Thranduil, Protective Thranduil, Dark Thranduil, BAMF Thranduil, BAMF Reader, understanding reader, Forgiving Reader, Named OFC, Named Original Character - Freeform, no y/n
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In the Music of the Ainur, Yavanna sang of branches of great trees that would receive the rain of Manwë and Ulmo, and some trees sang to Ilúvatar. This is said to be the conception of the Shepherds of the Trees. Her thought also met with Manwë's, setting the arrival of the Great Eagles.
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Beginning in the Years of the Lamps during the Spring of Arda, she planted and caused to grow the first growing things of the world Olvar (trees and plants), which she had long prepared. At first, just as every other thing in the world that the Valar nurtured and cared for, these things prospered and thrived for a time. Melkor, however, had his own plans and they involved taking the world from his brethren and ruling it for himself. From his great fortress of Utumno in the far north, he sent forth his poisons into the veins of the world blighting the Spring of Arda. Then the things of Yavanna fell sick and rotted and soon after Melkor assaulted and destroyed the Two Lamps, breaking the world.
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After the destruction of the Two Lamps the Valar withdrew to Aman and created Valinor. Upon the green mound of Ezellohar, Yavanna sat and sang while the other Valar sat and listened. Her song, with the aid of the tears of Nienna brought forth the Two Trees of Valinor, her greatest creation, which gave light to the land. Middle-earth was left in darkness and Yavanna put a sleep upon all the plant and animal life. However, Yavanna did not forsake the Outer Lands; at times she would come there and heal the hurts of Morgoth and urged the other Valar to wage war on him before the Awakening of the Elves.
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After Eru allowed Aulë's creations, the Dwarves, to survive, Yavanna feared that they would cut down all the trees in Middle-earth. Aulë, in reply, told her that even Elves and Men, the true Children of Ilúvatar would have need of her trees as well. Yavanna lamented to Manwë, questioning whether anything she had made would be free from the dominion of others. Manwë brought her concerns before Ilúvatar in prayer, and Eru did indeed have pity upon Yavanna: He answered her plea by creating the Ents to protect the trees.
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When the Elves built Tirion, Yavanna fashioned the tree Galathilion, a lesser image of Telperion, for the court beneath the Mindon Eldaliéva.
After the destruction of the Two Trees Yavanna examined their remains and told the other Valar that if she could use the light of the Silmarils she could heal them. This light she was denied by the will of Fëanor.Doing what she and Nienna could, they managed to bring forth one silver flower from Telperion and one golden fruit from Laurelin. She gave these to her husband Aulë, who fashioned vessels for them and thus created the Moon and theSun to give light to all of Arda.
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For the Men who had stood with the Valar in the War of Wrath the land of Andor was raised by Ossë, established by Aulë, and enriched by Yavanna. When the Edain came to this island they created the realm of Númenor.In the later centuries, when the Valar decided to send emissaries to the mortal lands, Yavanna begged the Maia Curumo to take her servant, Aiwendil, with him.
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