#annatar made art

[ughtumno]

captured moments before melkor gets zonked by princess girlboss lúthien.

i choose to believe she wasn't threatened because he probably gave off "girl ur better than this" vibes. im sure he was equally surprised as thingol to see luthien try so hard to die for Beren LMFAO

wolf beren isn't there bc hes peeing behind the throne.

also PLEASE take my melkor design and eat him and put him in an apron please. ill do a character sheet for him when i remember to

#of beren and luthièn #the silmarillion #tolkien #lotr art #silmarillion art #melkor #morgoth #angband #luthien tinuviel #my art #annatar made art #ughtumno made art

[atane-is-here]

Tyelpe and Annatar vibing at the pond. It´s a date :)

#silvergifting #I made this painting a while ago and now I finally got to scan and share it <3 #tyelpe #celebrimbor #annatar #mairon #tolkien #my art #lotr #fanart #tolkien elves

[thelien-art]

Day 2 of @silvergiftingweek

Crafting | Community

Tillandsia: Tillandsia, also known as air plants, are plants symbolizing freedom and creativity

#look at how happy tyelpe are #look at those uprisen ears #no earings in the forge is a rule made by tyelpe #i decided to draw celebrimbors long shoulder slung braid as i like the idea of curu also wearing one as a fashion statement #i talked about before how i like the idea of curu being a fashion icon if you want to see more or about it just search his name on my blog #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #second age #mairon #sauron #annatar #celebrimbor #tyelpe #telperinquar #silvergifting #silvergiftingweek #silm art #digital art #my art

[nevermindigotthis]

Sequel to this post:

Here, Annatar has returned as one of the Eldar to retry his romance with Celebrimbor. Elrond is (understandably) very apprehensive about this. Read more on AO3 in „The Harrowing“ by Chthonion.

#my art #sketch #comic #silmarillion #chthonion #the harrowing #fan art for fanfic #annatar #celebrimbor #Annatar/Celebrimbor #silvergifting #elrond #vague sequel to that other post I made where Annatar shows up as lord of gifts

[tophthegoph]

Apparently THIS guy is supposed to be playing Annatar in rings of power?????

Aw hell naw 💀

Brooo Annatar is supposed to be this sexy elf dude not some homeless guy you meet under a highway overpass 😭😭😭😭

Like come on bro 😭😭

#lotr #lord of the rings #rings of power #lotr rings of power #lotr on prime #annatar #Sauron #idk who made the art I got it off google

[cilil]

AN: A gift for the wonderful @merilles. Please check out the beautiful art for this ship here and here! I always feel so very honored when I get to write other people's OCs ♡

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: despair | Dúvain (OC) x Mairon/Sauron ♡ synopsis: after having survived the dungeons of Barad-dûr, Dúvains finds herself face to face with the dark lord. what does he want from her? ♡ warnings: captive/captor dynamic, power imbalance ♡ short oneshot (~900 words)

The first thing Dúvain saw when she awoke was the gaze of honey-golden eyes, bright and warm like sunshine. They appeared to illuminate the ethereal, perfect face hovering above her with an otherworldly glow, and she was met with a smile a little too sweet and teeth just slightly too sharp to belong to a mortal man. 

The first thing she smelled was the subtle, soothing scent of tea and a cosy fireplace, with only the slightest hint of flame and ash; a scent that one hardly ever noticed until it was gone, a scent that spoke of home. 

The first thing she felt was a hand on her cheek and another on top of hers, long fingers searching, reaching, intertwining with hers like serpents of smooth skin and hard bone. 

"Dúvain..."

That voice. The loveliest Dúvain had ever heard, soft and melodious, surpassing even the most famed minstrels of Númenor. There was a subtle lilt to it as if it was singing to her, slowly coaxing her out of slumber. 

"Dúvain..."

She blinked. It felt as though her mind had been shattered into tiny shards and fragments of memories and sensations, yet she knew she recognised this man – this miraculous being.

It's...

Annatar.

No. No. It's – 

Tar-Mairon. 

Dúvain squeezed her eyes shut. No. These thoughts, these names, they came with such certainty and precision that they felt out of place, as if someone was speaking inside her mind with her own voice. 

Yet now that she was free from that alluring golden gaze, clarity suddenly returned to her. 

It's... the enemy. It's Sauron. 

She sat up abruptly, eyes wide in panic, and freed her hand, scooting backwards until her shoulders met the headboard of the bed she had been sleeping on. 

Liar. Torturer. Deceiver. Murderer. 

Dúvain raised her hands, only to realise that her sword was gone – had been gone for a long time. They had taken it from her, as well as any other blade or sharp piece of steel she could have used to defend herself. 

If he can even be hurt by such things. Either way, her own flesh and bone was all that remained; though she knew already that she was weakened and had little hope of resisting whatever he planned to do to her. 

Would it be worse than the dungeons of Barad-dûr? Under normal circumstances she would doubt it, but the tales of the dark lord's bottomless malice and cruelty made her think otherwise. 

Sauron made no move to stop or apprehend her. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands still resting on the sheets where Dúvain had withdrawn from his touch, and he seemed amused rather than angered by her reaction. 

"You are awake," he noted, speaking in the same lilting sing-song voice he had used to talk to her in her sleep. "Have you slept well?" 

The nonchalance of his demeanour felt like mockery. 

Dúvain didn't deign to answer and clenched her fists. Knuckles white, nails biting into her skin, she forced herself not to tremble. Sauron was the kind of creature that could sense fear, she knew instinctively. 

Could she escape? If not from his dungeon, then maybe from whichever chambers he had brought her to? Nervously, her eyes roamed her surroundings. Even if she could somehow outrun a Maia, guards would be everywhere, and she had no idea where she was, not to mention the battlements, the stairs, the gates – 

Sauron was suddenly in front of her again, now kneeling on the bed. Dúvain flinched; she was certain that she hadn't looked away for even a split second, yet somehow he had still managed to move faster than her eyes could see.

So much for getting away from him... 

His hands reached for her again, and she had nowhere to go. Her gaze fell upon a single golden ring adorning his finger, gleaming proudly and thrumming with strange magic and powers she did not understand. 

"No..."

Dúvain didn't want to be touched. Not by Orcs, not by other Men, most certainly not by the dark lord – 

And yet, his hands were warm, and she was cold, so cold. 

Her breath quickened and her heart raced, like a trapped bird fluttering in its cage. 

"Kill me," she challenged. 

I don't want to die. 

But Dúvain would be brave, like a knight of Númenor should be. 

Sauron merely smiled. "You don't truly want me to." 

Had he read her mind or was he able to see past her facade so easily? He had both hands on her cheeks now, holding her head in a gentle yet inescapable grip, and was examining her panicked expression like an amusing curiosity. 

"My dear Dúvain." The subtle song was back, incessant and unrelenting as if he intended to serenade her into submission. "There is no need for such antics. You have already proven your strength to me, have you not?" 

His smile was so sweet that it sickened her to her core, but Dúvain found herself unable to look away or close her eyes. 

"You have indeed, and I wish to reward you for it."

"I don't want what you offer. I choose death over your treacherous gifts," Dúvain mumbled, though it was becoming harder and harder to focus on her words. 

Sauron laughed lightly, and despite the gentle melody of his voice, there was an edge of cruelty to the otherwise pleasant sound. 

"You fear death as all mortals do, Dúvain. Why don't you instead ask me for something that you truly desire – such as deliverance from its grasp?"

Thanks for reading!

taglist: @angbangbaby @asianbutnotjapanese @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot

#duvain #dúvain #tolkien oc #mairon #sauron #sauron x duvain #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #silm fanfic #lotr fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing #dark romance prompts

[tathrin]

💚 a ship that you think deserves more love

[from this ask meme]

Okay hear me out: Celebrimbor/Narvi/Sauron.

It's a disaster! It's three incredibly talented smiths trying to one-up one another all the time; it's three creative outcasts supporting one another in their shared craft; it's three people from the most different possible backgrounds imaginable coming together to forge something greater than any one of them could have made alone.

It's beautiful! It's the heart of what the Gwaith-i-Mírdain was supposed to be about... (and only one of them knows that it's been rotten at the core all along.)

It's hopeful! It's overcoming suspicion and distrust on all sides with the power of love... (and then dying alone in the dark.) It's doomed! It's lovely! It's tragic! It's terrible!

It never could have ended well...but it could have ended better than this.

(Is Celebrimbor's grief over Narvi's mortal death part of how Annatar entices him to push further than before and make the Rings of Power? Rings that greatly extend the lifespan of whatever mortal wears them? Rings that could have kept Narvi alive and with them if they'd only been forged sooner?)

(Is Narvi's distrust of Annatar part of what pushes Celebrimbor to overlook his own suspicions of the maia? Because after all, he and Narvi were suspicious of one another at first, and now look at all they have done together! Or maybe it was the other way around; maybe Celebrimbor was the one who distrusted this ostensible emissary of the Valar, and good-hearted Narvi who urged Celebrimbor to open his heart again...)

(Is Annatar's initial dismissal of Narvi part of what first draws them all together, as Celebrimbor determines to prove to this stuffy maia that Aulë's children are just as noble and good and talented as those of Illuvatar, even as Narvi shrugs and shrugs it off because it's hardly the first time someone has looked down on a dwarf...

...but Celebrimbor won't allow anyone so smart to be stupid enough to disrespect his beloved, and he pushes and pushes and pushes until Annatar finally sees and agrees; and then when the three of them finally do put their heads together there's nothing, nothing they can't do...unfortunately for everyone.)

(Maybe Sauron did think briefly about just being Annatar; maybe he let himself toy with the idea that he could really, truly, be happy without domination; could be happy here, in Ost-in-Edhil, with them... but mortals die. Mortals die. And Annatar, even with all his necromantic arts, could not stop that. He needed more power. He needed to never, ever let that happen to anyone he cared about again. He needed the Rings...which meant that Annatar had to die too, and leave only Sauron to remain.)

(Is the strength of Narvi's heart, distilled in their thoughts as they craft the Rings, part of why the Dwarven Rings are less devastatingly corruptive than the Nine? Because they were forged with a knowledge and respect of dwarven strength, and so they can only strengthen dwarves—especially their worst aspects admittedly—rather than consume them, as Men are consumed?)

(Maybe the strength of a dwarven heart, the unshakable mountain of dwarven love, was briefly enough to hold the past at bay; to let Celebrimbor step beyond his fear of what the works of his family's hands could do, and embrace the risk of forging to the very best of his ability, because he knew that Narvi would be there to steady him...and if not for Narvi, he would never have had the courage to follow Annatar into the making of the Rings.)

(Did losing Narvi—and worse, watching Celebrimbor lose Narvi—teach Sauron some of the crucial lessons that allowed the Necromancer to bind and break mortal souls that way he does with his Rings? Or did it just convince him that mortals are weak enough to be dominated after all, given how fast they die?)

(Maybe the strength of a dwarven heart, the unshakable mountain of dwarven love, was briefly enough to hold his past at bay; to let Sauron step beyond Morgoth's shadow and shine as Annatar, as the memory of Mairon that had lain so long dormant: to make for the sake of making alone instead of in pursuit of power and domination. And then, when Narvi died, that shattered and all that was left was the comfort of command and corruption and Sauron, again, for all time; the safety of keeping a wounded heart safe behind hatred.)

(Does Sauron sometimes look at his Nine Ringwraiths and wish that he had Seven more, dwarven-strong and bright and clever, to remind him of better days in Ost-in-Edhil? Or is some small part of him glad not to have seen dwarves corrupted that far? And does he hate that little thread of weakness that his lingering affection for Narvi begets, or does he cherish it as one last reminder of what oh-so-briefly almost was?)

(Maybe they were never all three of them together at once; maybe it was Celebrimbor and Narvi first, and Annatar on the outside trying to worm his way in; not jealous of course, oh no, never jealous of a mere dwarf don't be absurd! but they were such a closed-loop, such a perfect pair and partnership, he could not help but envy them...but mortals are so momentary. Sauron knew all along that all he had to do was wait. Knew that his best entry to Celebrimbor's heart was through Narvi: that by earning Narvi's friendship he would earn Celebrimbor's trust, and then when Narvi—inevitably, as mortals do—died, then the greatest living smith of Middle-earth would be lost and vulnerable and his to mold as he desired...)

(Does jealousy of Narvi—of the fact that Celebrimbor died still loving Narvi, and hating Annatar—drive Sauron to make war on Erebor, to want to see Moria torn down to ruins, to bend all the dwarves finally, finally to his will with the Rings and promises that came so close to almost working once before?)

(Is memory of Narvi why the dwarves of Erebor are given three chances to change their minds and do Sauron's bidding before he tries to destroy them? Does he think that, like Narvi, surely they'll be clever enough to come around eventually...or does he know all along that, like Narvi, they'll be too strong and stubborn to give-in, but he gives them the chance anyway in hopes of getting those clever hands and minds pledged to his cause?)

The Rings were as great as they were because the three of them, together, were made for greatness. The Rings were terrible because love built on a lie always is.

What wonders could they have made together, if Sauron's heart was true? How could he have ever made the Rings at all, if their own hearts hadn't first been won by his lies?

How much of their love was him lying to them, and how much of what came after was him lying to himself?

#there's just SO MUCH potential when you stir the three of them up together i think #silvergifting #celebrimbor x narvi #shipping #emoji shipping asks #lotr #the one ring #rings of power #gwaith i mirdain #celebrimbor #sauron #annatar #narvi #silverdoorsgifting

[katrina37973]

Some WIP's! The characters are from LOTR and I've been bouncing between these works. (Semi-long post)

Celebrimbor/Tyelperinquar in the forge.

Annatar(Sauron) with Celebrimbor/Tyelperinquar in the forge but this time they are finalising a ring, as you can see by the goldsmith tools.

1 hour Bard study. I made the face far too smooth (and his nose... Idk what happened there) but other than that, it's a good study.

Talion and one of his drakes (from the Middle Earth:Shadow of War) I stopped working on this piece because I'm not too confident about the armour and amount of darkness (it's actually a deep brown, not pure black) but I liked the concept of it!

I've been on a Middle Earth obsession recently as you can see, and I'm loving it. I've started recording my works because I wanted to see my thought processes.

Lately, I've been thinking of posting speed paints on YT so I might put a poll out to see whether or not people would be interested in watching.

Tell me, what are your thoughts on my art so far? Whether it be praise or criticism (as long as it is constructive) I'd greatly appreciate it! I know I'm certainly not the best artist but if my art reaches you and brings some happiness feel free to interact with me, through comments, likes, shares etc.

I hope you have a nice day!

#lotr fanart #lotr #digital art #fanart #art on tumblr #celebrimbor #annatar #talion #middle earth #wip #art wip

[elennalore]

Lesser rings

In Eregion, Annatar and Celebrimbor made many lesser rings before crafting the great Rings of Power. Here are a couple of those lesser rings, demo versions of the later ones.

My art for @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles & Drabbles 2023.

#scribbles & drabbles 2023 #silmarillion #my art #silmarillion fanart #celebrimbor #annatar #eregion #gwaith i mírdain

[polutrope]

Hi! For the positivity asks, 8, 12, and 16, if they haven't been asked yet? — @emyn-arnens

8. Best thing about canon

Answered here.

12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event

Answered here but I will add this lovely Galadriel/Melian art I came across yesterday. A very underappreciated ship.

16. One of your favourite tropes 

Answered here. But! I am going to use this opportunity to enthuse about a genre I love, which is humour and comedy. Making fun of the Very Serious legendarium is so entertaining and needed for me. I also think comedy is a great way to explore character and make commentary on themes.

So here are some funny Silmfic recs (all of these made me laugh out loud, sometimes to the point of tears):

The Importance of Peer Review series by @sallysavestheday, following Anthropologist Finrod through the ages.

Desperation and Defeat by @elentarial (rated M), in which Annatar discovers why he will never measure up to Narvi.

personal communications regarding the incident in Minas Tirith University on the eve of July 24th by @welcomingdisaster, in which a very strange visitor tries to reclaim some elf remains discovered in drowned Beleriand.

Namo's Hotline by @i-did-not-mean-to, in which some teenage girls inadvertently connect with the Halls of Mandos.

Know thyself by LiveOakWithMoss, in which modern day Feanorians meet their epic fantasy counterparts.

Better a Holy Discord by @clothonono, in which the Valar bicker and do nothing.

The Peredhil Look by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (rated E), in which the similarities of the peredhel create confusion through the ages.

A contest by @ettelene (rated M), in which Daeron and Maglor have everyone believing that they hate each other.

Everlasting Darkness (rated E), in which Maedhros and Maglor are given to Earendil and Elwing as war prizes, and The Magic Flute (rated M), in which a pissed-off Daeron hooks up with his ex-lover's pissed-off brother, both by me (yes, my own fics make me laugh out loud)

There are so many more but I must cease. I just love laughing so much.

[Spread Love Asks]

#asks #spread love asks #humor #fic rec

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine Annatar giving you a sparring lesson

(Mairon order number 2. I hope I caught the theme ‘Distraction’ well enought for you anon.)

You are a warrior in Eregion, and Annatar, lord Celebrimbor’s new friend, decided to give you a little sparring lesson which turns out to be distracting for you.

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings: Might be a bit suggestive, so please do not read if you don’t like that kind of stuff. 

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-You sought to train in peace – away from other people and lord Celebrimbor’s new friend, who seemed to like making your life more difficult every time you faced. 

-You were Celebrimbor’s trusted guard, and you distrusted Annatar, who arrived with the grace of the valar and promises of gifts for a new age. 

-You were suspicious of him because the lady of light Galadriel didn’t trust him when he arrived in Eregion for the first time. It had to mean something wasn’t quite right with this lord of gifts. 

-You tried to stay clear of him despite him trying to be pleasant to you and trying to break down the tension between you. 

-He managed to gain the trust of your beloved lord and many of those who were part of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, but you were not so willing to trust him that easily. 

-Maybe that was one of the reasons he found you practicing alone and decided to invade your beloved peace with his presence. 

-He observed for a while before trying to make up a small talk with you. 

-You mainly focused on your training routine but answered some of his questions. You did not want to talk to him, but you also didn’t want to be rude, so you sucked it up and spoke with him.

-You did not have a great time as you had to hide your annoyed mood from him. It was his presence alone that irritated you. It was so surprising that it wasn’t even funny. 

-Annatar then questioned if he could interest you with a little sparring match between you and him. The suggestion temporarily caught you off guard for a moment. 

-You could have refused, but now that he suggested such a thing. You were curious about what kind of fighting abilities he possessed, so you accepted the offer. 

-He took off his outer robe, allowing him to move more freely without the heavy garment. It allowed you to see his toned arms and body as his sleeveless shirt hugged his body rather tightly. You admit he was pleasing to the eye, but his presence still annoyed your very being. 

-He pulled his hair into a ponytail, then began telling you flaws he had noticed while observing you. 

-You would have most likely been offended like any other Noldor if someone told them there were flaws in their art, but his remarks and description made sense to you, so you took his advice. 

-Your witty comebacks amused him, and soon you were both taking arms for a friendly sparring match.

-You know the importance of never striking first, so he took the first hit upon you, and the match began. 

-He was powerful and quick. It wasn’t a surprise since you expected a maia to have more robust qualities than a typical elf, but some of his strikes caught you off guard – making you struggle for a moment before gaining your balance and the hold on your weapon. 

-It was an even match between you two.

-You were swift and precise while he was strong and always got too close for your comfort. The feeling was not like fighting on a battlefield but like he was crossing your personal space in a tight, intimate manner.

-You got a bit distracted, which allowed him to strike first. You managed to block it, but he took it as a chance to get close. He came so close that you could feel his breath upon your face as you stared into those eyes as they bore into yours. 

-You could sense his leg between your legs, and the closeness caused you to blush violently as the intense look in his eyes was much more than on a professional level. 

-He teased you for getting distracted before setting you free, allowing you some room to breathe. You needed it because you began imagining not-so-friendly thoughts after that close encounter. 

-He tried to strike again, which you successfully blocked and continued your match. It was like a strange dance. He always got close, teasing you and talking about your silent yet distant nature as Celebrimbor’s guard. You were not sure anymore if he was trying to teach you something or if he was trying to provoke you, so in your confusion, you tried to keep your distance, but he did not allow such a thing. 

-When you almost tripped, he grabbed you by the waist, preventing you from falling. He pulled you against him and made you look into those eyes that stared into your soul. It made you frightened and feel even more bothered. 

-He teased you again and called you clumsy. It caused you to feel frustrated, and he seemed to take the enjoyment out of your frustration while telling you to pay more attention to your opponent. 

-It was like he wanted all of your attention upon himself, and he succeeded 

-You now tried harder to beat him down and have him at your mercy as he did with you so many times, but it was challenging since he matched with your skills, and he left lingering touches and smoothly spoke, which left you rather heated like he was seducing you with his body.                                        

-It ended in your defeat as Annatar managed to make you fall onto the floor and disarm you from your weapon. He stood above you, holding the practice sword against your throat with a smirk and telling you what you did wrong before helping you up. 

-He thanked you as he had fun sparring and talking with you. Before grabbing his robe from the side and leaving, he gave you some suggestions for improvement.

-You were left heavily breathing, flushed, and uncomfortably heated. 

-You tried to move on with your life as usual, but whenever Annatar sent you a look with a mysterious glint in his eyes and a smirk, you would not be able to focus the rest of the day as he would plague your mind from there on out. 

-You’re afraid you will not be able to focus on your life much with Annatar around in the scenes as he has succeeded in taking effect on you on many inappropriate levels.

#mairon x reader #annatar x reader #sauron x reader #silmarillion x reader #mairon headcanon #annatar headcanon #sauron headcanon #silmarillion headcanon #middle earth x reader #middle earth #tolkien #silm fic #mairon #annatar #sauron #second age #celebrimbor

[ughtumno]

Update!! Im finding out that I work best in b&w white cuz the sauron piece im working in is... not going as planned. But Im finding my groove with this style!! Dont ask me how many times i drew on the wrong layer and never fixed it

edit: its finished!

#quenta silmarillion #lotr art #the silmarillion #tolkien #morgoth bauglir #melkor #melkor art #luthien tinuviel #of beren and luthien #my art #wip #annatar made art

[solmarillion]

Of Mirruin and Mírestel and the Fall of Eregion

“If nothing else can free us, twins of cursed fates- then I must deliver death for us both.”

[artwork by @itariilles​​]

Mirruin and Mírestel were the twin children of Celebrimbor and Annatar, born during a time of close partnership and love between the Elf and Maia, and their birth was celebrated by the Noldor of Eregion, giving hope that the curse of Fëanor's line might be broken.

When they were young, Mirruin and Mírestel made a promise that they would always be there for each other. As the years passed and the twins came of age, Annatar began to spend more and more time with them, thinking about how they could help him shape the world as he wished. One year, Annatar was to leave for a long errand, and he invited the twins to join him. Heeding the warning of Celebrimbor, who knew not where Annatar left for on his errands, Mírestel did not follow Annatar- but Mirruin did, and it was that choice that set the twins on opposing paths.

Annatar brought Mirruin with him to the land of Mordor, and his tower of Barad-dûr, revealing himself to be Sauron. Though Mirruin was terrified at first, Sauron gave his child the most comfortable furnishings, spoiling them with beautiful gifts. He showed them visions: of an Arda that could be, of the bliss of Valinor that they had never seen before, of the folly of the Valar, and the suffering and mistreatment of Melkor. All of it was from Sauron's own warped view of the world. Over time, Mirruin came to believe that what Sauron was doing was right- even though by following him, a bloody path lay before them.

Meanwhile, Mírestel trained herself secretly in the arts of combat, both in swordplay and in wielding a spear, fearing what Annatar might do to their sibling. Though they were able to keep this to themself for a time, Celebrimbor eventually found out, and while his first instinct was to dissuade her, he knew that Mírestel, just like himself, refused to abandon what they had set their mind to. Instead, Celebrimbor offered his advice, from a mind hardened by an age of war.

When Eregion was sacked and Sauron revealed himself, Mírestel's worst fears were realized- there was Mirruin, serving under the banner of the Dark Lord himself. But Mirruin did not wish to cross blades with Mírestel; instead, they pleaded for her to stand down, trying to convince her of Sauron's vision. Mírestel no longer recognized their sibling, whom Sauron had fully converted to his cause, and yet, the more Mírestel looked back at Mirruin's sorrowful gaze, the less will she had to fight. Mírestel would forever blame themself, and Mirruin, for the torture and death of their father Celebrimbor. Mírestel saved the polearm that impaled her father, using it as their own personal weapon as they vowed to save Mirruin from darkness.

The two met for their final battle during the War of the Last Alliance, during the Siege of Barad-dûr. No words from Mírestel's lips could break through to Mirruin, fire-jewel, who had transformed fully into a servant of the Enemy, and long since made peace with the inevitability of slaying their sibling. But Mírestel, hope-jewel, had accepted this too, and in one final stand, drove the spear through both of their bodies, finally reunited, finally freed, by the arms of death.

Sauron was there to witness it, and though he spent all his time with Mirruin, who had opened their heart more readily to his words, he did not love Mírestel any less, and his heart was shattered at the sight of his children, dead, on the same spear he had so painfully used to kill his beloved. Though he long believed most of his emotions to have been washed away with the waves that sank N��menor, they lived on through his children, and he knew then, that this would be his undoing. He gave no resistance, then, when Gil-galad and Elendil finally were able to throw him down. He allowed himself to be disembodied, so that his hated feelings could finally disappear forever, once and for all.

In the aftermath of the battle, Elrond found the bodies of the twins, and wept long for them, remembering the pain of having lost his own twin Elros forever. Elrond then made a loving grave for them, flowers growing around it, and even in the harrowing wasteland of Mordor, the grave of the children of Sauron and Celebrimbor remained ever beautiful, and was never to be tainted by the forces of darkness.

#silvergifting #silmarillion oc #silmarillion headcanon #celebrimbor #annatar #silm ocs #tolkien oc #mairon #sauron #eregion #second age #silm headcanons #tyelperinquar #tyelpe #soleil's fanfics #mirruin #mirestel

[nailsinmywall]

Love your art of Feanor and his sons!! Ive been looking for one in particular and considering your art im pretty sure you made it. Its in the halls of mandos, Feanorians watching Tyelpe being seduced by Annatar, something with curufin/ caranthir calling Annatar SUS

does it ring a bell? ive looked everywhere cant seem to find it :/

hey, thanks so much!!!!

yup i made that one and unfortunately i believe i deleted it😭 i'm so sorry... i wasn't really happy with it anymore :( i would post it again for you but it seems i have also deleted the file from my drive ... if anyone has saved it, please add it to this post for anon

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[greypetrel]

HI I saw your art come up in my feed through mutuals and can you please tell me about?! Dragon Age X Tolkien?! My top special interests…

Hello there!

I'm glad you asked, of course I can tell you more!

So, it all started on Instagram when I posted this illustration I did. She's my Inquisitor, I did her an official portrait. On Instagram, where people don't mainly follow me for DA, one person asked me if she was a villainess, because she "got the eye of Sauron vibe going on".

And as a fellow person with the same top special interests, you can see how and why my mind exploded.

You see, my Lavellan, Aisling is a VERY Neutral Good character. She's a cinnamon roll, a huge horse-girl, and honestly she'll use sparkly pen ink if it was already invented. She and Dorian are besties, likes to experiment with magic in the silliest experiments ever (add a Solas who runs behind them trying to contain them before they make something explode. They did, in fact, made things explode. Namely, an Arcane Horror and the corpse pit in the Exalted Planes, they… Redirected on of the flame-throwers and BOOM. It was disgusting, BUT it got the job done AND set the pit on fire. Also, the Bog Unicorn? They brought him back, it was Dorian's PhD dissertation in Necromancy and Aisling helped. Go on like this for the whole inquisition).

So you can see that seeing her as Sauron was particularly ridiculous. And of course I jumped on the train right away and created probably the silliest AU ever. More LOTR than Dragon Age, but I'm still planning things. A long rant and a plotline under the cut!

Aisling is, in fact, Sauron. Or well, call her Maira or Annatar, she hates the nickname "Sauron". She sided with Melkor because he told her she could experiment to her heart's desire, he understood her view of Orcs, Wargs, Balrogs, Dragons and so on as "Still Eru's children"… And yes, he totally used her, but she was dissatisfied with Aule keeping her on constant check and leashing her out and to everyone laughing when she suggested that dragons could be tamed. She wasn't exactly ok with Melkor's conquest plans… But couldn't quit because 1) She didn't know where to go if she did, elves would have killed (tried to) on sight, she didn't like humans much (they live too little to be significant, to her, Luthien and her had a lenghty conversation after the first kicked her ass badly). 2) She didn't want to abandon the Orcs, Melkor didn't treat them particularly well (he would have cut out the minimum wage can you believe it).

She made a new life in Nùmenor, she didn't lie to them to deceive anyone… But just to have anonimity and start anew. But she did lie nonetheless, and even if she had years and years and years as Annatar, brilliant orephicer first and wise advisor later, when it was revealed who she really was she had to fled.

Which was good because she found the Orcs in Middle Earth totally in disarray and with no guide. So she started her new pet project: Mordor. Aka a Kingdom where Orcs could thrive. The Ephel Duath protects them, volcanic earth is very fertile! She evoked so many dark clouds to provide rain and water, found Adar all over again (they're besties), tried to build a net of relationships. It never worked with Gondor because they never got past her fame, but elsewhere…

About the Rings: That was another silly experiment, she told Celebrimbor that those rings shouldn't have been given to anyone, the power thei wielded was too big. Maybe some of the remaining Noldor could be ok with it, but regular humans? She had her doubts. Because you see, the Rings aren't evil per se. It's just like having on your finger a ring made of Uranium. It will hurt you not because the ring is evil, but because your body isn't build to be in contact with the material. In this case, magic. Fleeing from Nùmenor, she managed to take the Nine with her, and spent a lot of time thinking about what to do with them, exactly.

In the end, she forged the One Ring as a catalyst for the Nine, to keep their magic stable and wieldable. She gifted them to the people she befriended and allied with (those who agreed), making them immortal and granting them some powers. Basically, the Nine Nazgul are the DA inner circle. Their immortality depends on the One Ring, she never poured her life essence in it ("Who would be so stupid to do that? With a Ring you wear in battle???" cit). But it's important for her to have it because she doesn't want her friend to die or be corrupted by their rings.

The inscription is evil, you say? "One Ring to rule them all"? Oh no, my dear, it was just severely mistranslated. Gondor scholars never cared for the Black Speech and are terrible with it. "Them all", you see, is a reflexive form of not the plural but the DUAL. It should be "one another"/"each other", and rule? More like "Belong". :)

Back to LOTR… She didn't attack Gondor first. She started back her project to reforestate Mordor, sent a contingent of Orcs to Osgiliath, hoping to commerce… But the meanies attacked her Orcs on sight and took it as a war declaration. Which never was but it's difficult to go the Diplomacy way if your people and ambassadors are attacked on sight…

Her fault with it all was not acting when Saruman started to get crazy and suggest her plans of conquest. She just rolled her eyes, told the "old geezer" that she wasn't interested at all, thank you very much and let him do his own things. Corrupting more orcs and well.

Meanwhile Mordor is a really nice place if you don't mind the stormy clouds looming over! Frodo and Sam entered it through the Black Gate, got a welcome bag of goodies with some typical snacks, a travel guide, a map, a brochure informing them of basic Orc culture tips and tricks ("Grinning is considered very rude, please don't show too much teeth when you do"), an enamel pin with "I <3 Mordor". They had a very pleasant stay travelling to the volcano, all the Orcs kept inviting them for dinner, insisted they should have slept in their hut, feed them to bursting. Add a very distressed Dorian the Witch-King flying overhead and not finding them because they keep being sidetracked. By the time they reach Mount Doom, the Hobbits have gained 3kg each, are very well fed and rested, and are extremely confused about what to do. All the Orcs have explained to them that the Lady wants them polite, and she's so kind, they don't want to disappoint her! She… Is not that evil, isn't she?

Oh the giant evil spider you say? Eh, yes, it's a problem because it's eating the orcs, poor Shagrat up in Cirith Ungol doesn't know what to do… But Shelob is still a living creature, so they're discussing long and hard on how to move her. Because the Dark Lady feels bad in killing her.

The Dark Lady who was taking cuttings in Ithilien to plant back in Mordor and was found by this strapping Gondor Lieutenant, born in Rohan, who instantly decided she was a Lady and needed protection in these dangerous lands. She tried to tell him that she was in no danger, the Orcs wouldn't have attacked her… But he insisted! Scorted her around! As if she needed help! She!! She felt very amused and kept on going there just to meet with him and chat. They got along you see… Even if he's thoroughly convinced, somehow, that she comes from Rivendell and is stranded. Add an enemies to lovers sub-plot when, finally, Cullen will realise whom exactly she is when a particularly out of patience Dorian will come to collect her and bring her back to work.

I need to add Solas somewhere there, they worked together for a long time and it still ended in him betraying her and making it so that she can't grow her left arm back.

Oh and the real villain here is Saruman, yes.

Can you feel the migraine that Gandalf will have in all this, because I can.

#aisling the dark lady au #lotr #dragon age #crossover #writing petrel

[quinthejester]

Annatar: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Celebrimbor: A doll.

Celebrimbor: A cinnamon roll.

Celebrimbor: A sweetheart.

Annatar:

Annatar: ...stop it.

I love your art so much 💗

I love this so much, yes. This had made me just grin so widely, this is so perfect XD

Thank you so much :D

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