#bad dad eru

[melkors-big-tits]

MiniMelkor returns with more horrible tales with BADad Eru🎉

#melkor #morgoth #silmarillion fanart #the silmarillion #traditional art #silmarillion #tolkien fanart #minimelkor #mini melkor #bad parent eru #bad dad eru #BADad Eru #the poor baby Vala #hiding behind hair

[just-another-linguist]

Silm fans decide: Who is the shittiest dad?

I wanted to include Earendil and Aule and then I thought "naaah, these two aren't that bad compared to the other ones" so I didn't include them.

#silmarillion #tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #thingol #feanor #eol #eru iluvatar #finwe #the silm

[that-angry-noldo]

(The twins don't trust Finrod. They don't trust Finrod at all.)

~

Finrod knocks at the door and comes in after a second of hesitanse. The moment he walks in, he feels his head spin and his heart sink all the way to his stomach.

There's only one twin. He is sitting on the floor, back pressed to the bed. He's glaring at Finrod with all the fury a six-year-old can muster.

Finrod makes a reluctand step forward. And another, and another. He takes a deep breath and crouches to the child's level, maintaining a good diatance.

"Hello," he smiles, even though he feels on a verge of panic attack. The boy shoots him a hateful glare, which, fair - Finrod would shoot himself a glare in this situation, too. He bites his cheek, trying to figure the dialogue from there. "You're... Elurin, right?"

"Elured," the child immediately corrects and quickly shuts himself down. Finrod nods.

"Elured," he repeats. "I'm Finrod. Nice to meet you."

The boy doesn't answer, and Finrod desperately wants to run away. Unfortunately, Elured and Elurin (who's currently hiding under the bed, thank Eru he's simply hiding under the bed) are somehow his responsibility now, so it would be a bad move to do so.

Finrod tilts his head carefully. "How do you feel? Does anything hurt or feel weird?"

"Go away," Elured hisses, and Finrod blinks. (It would probably be a bad move, to tell this child this is exatly what he so desperately wants to do.)

"I can't," he says. "Please, don't fear me. I'm here to help."

"GO AWAY!" Elured shrieks, and Finrod feels a wave of pure terrified power roll through his being. He feels breath catching in his throat, memories crawling from within and clouding his vision for a second, and purses his lips.

"Alright," he says quietly after a moment of hesitation. "I will place food for you and your brother in the room, okay? And then I'll leave you alone until dinner." He inhales, forces himself to smile. "Deal?"

The boy doesn't answer. Finrod counts that as a yes.

~

Elured is scared.

He is scared, so, so scared, and he wants to hide in a deep dark corner just as Elurin just did. But that person walks in, so Elured forces himself to sit still.

(He doesn't know where he is. All he remembers are shouts and fire and something red staining the floor his father was lying on - why was father lying on the floor? Was he tired? Why did he decide to nap just then, when he and Elurin were so scared?)

Dad, he wants to sob. Dad, mom, Elwing!

But Elurin is shaking behind him, muffling his tears, and Elured won't let this unknown elf hurt his twin. So he yells and shouts and shrieks, and that works. The elf leaves. (He says something about food, but Elured quickly forgets about it, too busy cuddling his crying brother.)

They are scared and alone. There's no Mum, or Dad, or Elwing. Elured sobs.

The twins climb in the bed and curl into blankets. They are alone and afraid. They press into each other and try to sleep, their cheeks wet from tears that they can't control.

(Finrod finds them, and his heart breaks a little more. He doesn't leave now, staying by their bedside instead.

He stays, and he mourns.)

#finrod #elured #elurin #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #two little monkeys jumping on the bed

[silmforrookies]

Chapter I. Ainulindalë, or The Gang Creates a World

The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. (©Douglas Adams)

Alright, so if anyone asks, blame it all on Eru.

("With all my due respect, Noldo," you may ask, "are you already making me learn names? In this economy?" Yes. Yes I do. This is Silmarillion, prepare to suffer.)

Anyways, back to the start. You see, in the beginning there was Eru Ilúvatar, aka "The One", aka "Dad Of The Millenia", also known as "God", and in the beginning, there was absolutely nothing. Zero. Nill. Nada. Only the Void.

Eru's been chilling in the Void for absurd amounts of time, unknown and unbothered, untill the loneliness became so dull he said, "you know what? Maybe kids are the flowers of life". And so, Eru created the Ainur, and now he was chilling in the Void with thousands and thousands of eldritch abominations who all had a weird obsession with music.

The kids, of course, started making friends, organizing in groups and trying out various music styles, but, since no music styles were yet created, they... didn't really know what to do with themselves? So they lingered in the Void, all confused and figuring themselves out, sometimes trying to sing, sometimes listening to others sing, and sometimes just cuddling with Eru because Eru was big and strong and steady in this scary world of everdeveloping musical styles and tastes.

Oh yeah. Eru.

You see, Eru knew how to sing. And after the initial amusement over his kids' behaviour and slowly developing social skills passed, he gathered them together and said,

"To hell with sheet scores!" Eru proclaimed. "To hell with music theory! My children, by dearests, my beloveds, improvisation is the way to go! Listen and do like me!"

(The Silmarillion, Eru Ilúvatar, probably)

And so Ilúvatar sang, and since he was a God and also Allpowerful, that was the most beautiful song ever created; and it was so breathtaking, and its ending was so perfect, that the Ainur fell silent - until Eru told them to start singing, to weave their own Melodies around his grand and flawless Theme. Diversity-in-unity, amirite.

And the Ainur sang.

It was a great, mighty Song, consisted of many motives and of many Singers. The Ainur sang, pouring their very souls into it, rising their voices and mending them into a wonderful Harmony, brought together with Eru's Theme; and it was so beautiful it filled the Void, and the Void was no more - and it is said that never again did the Ainur create something compared in greatness to this.

And then, Melkor happened. If anyone asks, blame it all on Melkor. You see, Melkor decided that Eru's Theme wasn't enough. That maybe, just maybe, Eru missed something that Melkor can find and weave into his Melody. Melkor's an artist, it's his vision! He can claim artistic liberties and wander a bit off, right? Just so his Music is a tiny little bit louder. Just so he's heard above the others. Just so he makes sure Iluvatar knows Melkor disagrees with him on certain points.

And so, Melkor created a Discord, that was gradually growing louder and louder. That, of course, brought a certain confusion between the Ainur, and some of them stopped singing entirely. Others, though, said "yo, this guy SLAPS" and joined Melkor on the discord.

And what about Eru? Well, Eru's all for artistic liberties! But, come on, Melkor isn't Eru's only child. Melkor is one of thousands! And currently half of them are either Very Confused or going absolute badongas with the Discord. So Eru, as the good father he is, rises from his throne and sings a new Melody, gently correcting Melkor's, erm, "artistic liberties" and asking him to play nice and get along with his countless siblings. Melkor, of course, responds to this with chaos and outrage of an eldest child who never truly got the meaning of being the "eldest", and starts telling Eru that no, actually you're in the wrong, old man, and I will do what I want. At this point Eru thinks he should've invented discipline before inventing music and sings a new Melody, now with a stern look on his face.

Unfortunately, the Discord grew into something that could be hardly called "music" anymore, just banging and screaming and smashing of endlessly repeating sounds, and Melkor doesn't plan to stop anytime soon! So Eru, who by this time is absolutely pissed, grabs the Music and ceases it with one last perfect-wonderful-youknowthedrill accord. Everything falls silent, and the Ainur look at each other, wondering what in the everloving Void just happened.

"Great are the Ainur," said Eru, "and Melkor is the greatest of them! Now listen here, you little shits, I feel some of you didn't get the drill..."

(The Silmarillion, Eru Ilúvatar, probably)

So anyways, Eru has two rules:

He is the source of the Music, allknowing, allpowerful, allforseeing etc and no matter how hard certain individuals try, they won't be able to create anything outside his Vision™

Everyone who tries to break the first rule Will experience the Narrative and Will become an instrument for Eru's perfect plan

And, while Melkor was busy unlocking new emotions called "Embarassment" and "Anger", Eru showed the Ainur the world they created - Arda, and also introduced them to Eruhini - Children of Ilúvatar (Elves and Men), showed them the potential for creation and committed some other minor propaganda with intention to get the Ainur interested in developing and fleshing out the world - because, in reality, it wasn't yet created and was but a vision. So. Yeah.

Some of the Ainur were intrigued. They went into Arda and committed themselves to it, shaping the world for the Children of Ilúvatar. One of them - also the greatest of them - was Melkor.

Here's what you need to know about Melkor's motivation:

Unfortunately, other Ainur weren't fans of Melkor getting Unlimited Power™ and having him as their King, so Melkor splitted from them - first peacefully, to do his own thing on the other end of Arda, but then, envying other Ainur's achievents, started causing problems on purpose - aka destroying things, leveling mountains to the ground, draining out the oceans, creating volcanoes and indulging in other vandalic activities. And so it was for Eru-knows-how-long: Melkor destroys, Ainur create; Melkor trashes the place, Ainur clean it out; Melkor behaves like a brat, Ainur grit their teeth and deal with the mess.

Of course, with Melkor getting in the way of other Ainur's creative process, the world couldn't be shaped in the way Ainur wanted or the way they intended it in their own Song; but slowly, Arda was becoming more and more beautiful - more and more ready for the children of Iluvatar.

Well, that was it for the Ainulindalë! Next up is Valaquenta, aka "wow, that's a lot of names"...

#silmarillion #tolkien #eru iluvatar #melkor #ainur #do i need to spread my 'eru is actually a good dad' propaganda or #first post!! give me some applause?

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hello :')!! So glad your requests are open again!! Last time I requested a Mae fic (My little light <3) and it was so soft and lovely ❤️

Could I be selfish and ask for a papa maedhros w/ human!reader? Him being a dad to his lil elflings during his time in ME? ❤️ Just need parent!Mae content so BAD!

If not, headcanons of him being a parent is just fine too :')) would love to read either of them by your hand❤️🤲

Thank u!!!

The Best Healers

-ˋˏ ༻❁ characters maedhros x human!wife!reader -ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien- the silmarillion -ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n oh hun! you are making me melt! you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that! i had so much fun writing this! sorry for taking some time, i hope you like it and it was worth the wait. love you lots

You entered as soon as his meeting with his brothers finished. You knew your husband too well – the pain, regret and ambition he carried.

Maedhros couldn’t change anything any no matter how much he wished too. The scars and torment he suffered spoke volumes for it. Slowly you around the table to his sitting form at the end – his head in his hands as he let out a deep sight.

Even when he was sitting down – he was still incredibly taller than you. You laid a hand his shoulder and Maedhros tensed for just a second before he relaxed under your touch. Both of you stayed in silence until he was ready to talk – then he lifted his head to you and gave a small smile.

Which you returned and kissed his lips tenderly.

He smiled into the tender moment – then cupped your face in his large hands as you pulled away from it – you ignored the coldness of the metal and it was something you had gotten used to.

“Where are they?”

He asked – referring to your children, your twins – one boy and surprisingly a girl too, whom you both named after Nerdanel.

“Outside, my dearest – but if you are feeling too tired they will understand.”

You said as you caressed his face.

“No, melda – I promised them. I miss them and I want to spend the time I promised with them. I do not want them to hate me.”

Maedhros frowned – the very thought of it made the ner crumble and his heart clench in agony.

“Oh, my love. . .”

You stood and hugged him as much as you could. It was one of his greatest fears, that his own children would hate him – because he certainly hated himself. He hated who had to become for this father in front of you and the children you shared.

“They do not and will not hate, you – you are their hero.”

You chuckled quietly– remembering just how many times your son that declared Maedhros was the strongest of them all, leaving his uncle who was called the strong Finwë a little sad and jealous.

“They love and admire you, even if you do not. You fret once our children would be too afraid to look at you but look at how eager and happy, they are whenever they see you.”

You said when you referred to his scars and the hand he missed – but your children loved him besides those, sometimes you deemed the were smarter than you speaking words as if they understood the world more than you did – which frightened yourself and Maedhros and little bit. They said about scars define the person and mark what they have been through – even as far as your daughter declaring her father was the bravest under all of Eru’s creations.

“You know this, my dear husband. . .”

You cooed.

“You’re not your father. . .”

You whispered gently and Maedhros shut his eyes closed. Maedhros had looked up to Fëanor like his children were looking up to him – but he was afraid one day he would turn into a version of this father and care something else other than the two precious children you made.

“What if I will be?”

Your heart broke as his voice cracked.

“You will not. . .come let our twins heal you, my love. They have magic even the greatest of healers don’t possess.”

You smiled encouragingly and tried to pull him up. Maedhros looked at your strangely for a moment before he sighed and got up. He allowed you to lead outside into the warm summer of his lands – towards the beautiful (and safe) green fields.

Your children sat on the picnic blanket like you let them – only this time your son did try and sneak a peek into a picnic basket you made and your daughter was scolding him for.

“Don’t do it!”

You could hear your daughter yell at her brother.

“Oh relax, just a small bit.”

He replied – you peeked up at your husband and noticed the amusing smile on him – making you spread your own smile as you approached them.

“And just what do you think you’re doing there, son?

Your husband spoke first adverting both your children’s attention to him.

As your twins saw their father their eyes beamed brightly and a huge grin spread across their face.

“Atya!”

They cheered and made their way other to Maedhros as fast as their little legs can take them. Both crashed into their father’s legs – hugging and clinging onto him as tightly as the possibly could with their arms and legs.

Maedhros only laughed and easily picked up the both of them to either side of him – both of them squealing in laughter at the height they were picked up to.

You smiled as relief filled seeing how much your husband smiled and laughed with them – it was a huge different from how he cried into your arms at night fearing everything around him for your twins he could push those fears down and let them enjoy their youth like he did – back when he was in Valinor.

He promised himself he would make sure to give them the best childhood despite what lurked on the horizon.

Your children started to tell Maedhros about their day, from the moment they woke up to now – and your husband listened carefully, giving his replies and reactions to each detail.

“It an alright day – but we missed you!”

Your son concluded and wrapped his chubby fingers around Maedhros’ neck and kissed his cheek. Your daughter did too kissing his other cheek – then both went on to bicker about who gave the biggest kiss.

You only laughed and shook your head.

“I think your Ammë is feeling a little jealous she isn’t getting the attention I am. Maybe you two should”

Maedhros whispered to his twins to make them stop bickering and your shot an eyebrow at him with a smirk as he purposely made it loud enough for your human ears to pick up.

“Yes, ammë!”

Your twins cheered – holding their arms out to you with grabby hands. They weren’t going to let go of Maedhros anytime soon but they were will still willing to give a kiss or two, only condition was they still got to be in their father’s arms.

You laughed and stepped closer – leaning your cheeks into for the both of them to kiss.

But your husband also took the opportunity to peak your lips, making the both of you laugh as your children delivered disapproving noises and gagging sounds.

Then – you moved to sit on the blanket, the twins placed on Maedhros’ legs as you opened the picnic basket to pull the out the food.

You didn’t miss your son’s excitedness to see the food. Maedhros once told you he was exactly like Celegorm he was just an elfling, his tummy never filled and it seen that was the same case for your son.

Always at night when you would try to put him to bed, he never fails to ask you the question of ‘what’s for breakfast tomorrow?’

Your daughter instantly toppled off her father’s lap to grab their favorite book – before climbing on him again, begging him to read. Your son distracted from what you were doing for a second to beg with his twin sister.

Maedhros had smiled and nodded taking the book and wrapping his arms around the both of them – the twins had found their father’s metal quite ‘cool’ as the said it and they had been arguing over who gets to have that arm to wrap around them, despite the fact it was a little cold.

Eventually Maedhros suggested the idea of tossing a coin and whoever wins gets the arm – then the next time they would swap other. So they agreed and surprising no arguments had risen after that – except the occasional whine or two.

You watched as he read to them – changing his voice for every character making them erupt in laughter.

Your eyes somewhat teared up as your prepared the food.

Despite all that happened and was happened, Maedhros made sure to be a good and better father – little did he know he was already the best and the twins loved him, for him. . .

They made sure the old Maitimo was still there. . .living. . .

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[muse-write]

🥔 po-tay-toes: one of the hobbits invited you for a meal; who are dining with? Which of the seven meals are you enjoying?

🍃 leaves of lórien: what gift would you most like to receive?

🌟starlight: you're allowed to live in one of the Elf Kingdoms of Middle Earth, which one are you picking?

🧂 best salt in all the shire: which small joys do you most look forward to? (particular tea, using a perfume, rereading a book, etc.)

☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: What is your favourite hot beverage?

🌳 fangorn forest: Which of Tolkien's creechurs is your favourite?

🕷 creepy crawlies: which of tolkien's creatures do you think is the most frightening?

🔥 barbecue: who is the worst antagonist?

🗝 lost heirloom: which heirloom/object in the films or novels would you like to learn more about?

🍲eowyn's home cooking: which other way could the ring be destroyed? (funny answers only)

📕 the red book of westmarch : what is your favourite quote(s)?

👑the silver crown: the war is won, the world is saved, the king has been crowned. Who are you partying with at the coronation?

🏔 the misty mountains: the pass is treacherous, which two characters are you taking with you to make it over the mountains?

🌋 mount doom: what middle earth take are you throwing into the fire?

⚙ technology: everything is exactly the same but you can give one character a modern invention. Who is it and what are you giving them?

⛵valinor: we're approaching the end of this game, is there a take/opinion you absolutely want to share?

🦗 weta: you're allowed to take one prop (or the canon useful version) home with you from the set, what are you taking?

☀ when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer: either share a piece of good news or something you're looking forward to.

There, a nice short ask for you! ^_^

🥔 I'm dining with Frodo (and maybe Sam if he's around, because you know he'd be a great cook). I feel like we'd have plenty of things to discuss and we could discuss history and Elvish stories and make up poetry and sing songs. Yep, I'm daydreaming about this now.

🍃I don't think it's a surprise to say I want a sword. Imagine going off from Lothlorien on your quest and getting a First-or-Second Age sword from Galadriel herself! Although I would also be partial to receiving a vial of Earendil's light.

🌟What do you think? (Rivendell, it's Rivendell and always will be, I want to live in Rivendell so bad.)

🧂 listening to a good audiobook on the way to work (a thirty minute drive either way gives me a lot of time to get absorbed into a story). recently a good small joy for me has been playing LotRO at the end of the day. Also watching The Chosen on Sundays with my dad. I have a couple of hair clips and earrings I like that I think look really pretty on me and they make me feel fancy, so I've enjoyed that.

☕ I like coffee--I do enjoy tea, but I'm really picky because sometimes it really just tastes like hot water with a hint of leaf. I like flavor (so no black coffee for me, I have to have cream and sugar).

🌳Depends on what "creechurs/creatures(?)" means; if humanoid creatures, then the Elves are my favorite. If not, then...I like Huan. Talking dogs from Valinor just sound cool.

🕷The first orcs--the sheer body horror of twisted Elves having been tortured and corrupted into a form so adverse to what Eru Iluvatar created them to be is wonderfully terrifying. I enjoy those takes that rely on them being more or less like normal Elves, but just...to the left. Evil. Against anything good and warded off by beauty, the exact opposite to what Elves have been established to love. (Despite my misgivings about RoP, I really like what they did with Adar, he was a good idea.)

🔥?? Not sure. Feanor, maybe, just because it's unclear whether he's an antagonist or not. I think Sauron could have been more present in The Lord of the Rings, but Tolkien had a reason for not really showing him, so I can't call that 'bad' either. I've never really cared much for the 'antagonists' in Tolkien's works, simply because he's not that concerned with them as characters other than representations of evil corrupting good.

🗝 Maybe the Elfstone? I like the idea of this relic from the First Age being passed down to the Kings of Gondor in the Third Age, and I'd like to know what happened to it afterward. Also the maker of it is ambiguous, so it has a mysterious past.

🍲Glorfindel takes it back to Valinor and they throw it in the Void. It either becomes nothing or Feanor and his sons keep it out of reach of Morgoth until the Dagor Dagorath.

📕 There are....so many. But the one I thought of first was: “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

The one I thought of second was: "And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."

👑 The hobbits would be great partiers!

🏔️ Aragorn would be a great companion—he’s climbed many mountains in his day. Maybe also Arwen, I just have a feeling she’d be a good traveling companion in hard times. She doesn’t appear much in the book but I get the sense that she’d be a loyal friend who looks after everyone.

🌋 There are so many bad takes I don’t even know. Character-wise? Russington. I can see the appeal, I get why people ship them, but also they are cousins. Actual Middle-earth centric? Maybe that the Valar are horrendous at their jobs and meddled too much/didn’t do enough. The Valar were working for the good of Middle-earth and, more importantly, to fulfill the plans of Eru Iluvatar, which I think is extremely importsnt to look at from Tolkien’s Christian POV. Of course people do have some valid criticisms, and fans can think whatever they want, I just think that sometimes I see people missing what Tolkien was trying to do (it’s something that took me years to come to terms with as well).

⚙️ I’d give Elrond medical science and bring HollersandHolmes’ AU to reality.

⛵ I don’t think so…

🦗 I’d take Legolas’ pair of knives. I’ve wanted them since I first watched the movies. They’re so elegant, so Elvish!

☀️ I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone this year and trying to be such a more social person! I’m more confident than I was this time last year!

#guess what ask I stumbled across in my drafts? #completely forgot about this #ask game #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien

[imaginatvytitle]

Now this is a story all about how

The Elven race got moved around

And it’ll take a couple hours so just sit tight

I’ll recount a tale of Eru Ilúvatar’s might

In Cuiviénen awoken and raised

But Valinor was where we spent most of our days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And forging Yavanna’s light into our most precious jewels

When a couple of Ainur who were up to no good

Launched a devious attack on our luminous wood

Fëanor’s dad got offed and he made a rash vow

He called upon the Noldor: return to Middle Earth now!

The Valar begged and pleaded with the Elvenfolk to stay

But half of us packed our bags and went to Alqualondë

We got in one little fight, some of us slew our kin

So Dread Mandos appeared to denounce our sin

Well some turned back but the rest kept marching

Till afar in the distance we saw a torching

When we knew the ships burnt, quoth Galadriel:

If we wanna make it home we have to go through Hel

CARAXË,

turned out that Fëanor’s fate had been grim

And his eldest was imprisoned on Thangorodrim

But the bad blood was gone when my cuz rescued him

He just flew up the peak and gave his limb a trim

I made friends with the dwarves, I found bros among men

If the orcs liked to sing I’d have made friends with them

I established Nargothrond, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Beler[iand]

#silmarillion #silm art #silmedit #tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #lotr rp #lotr rings of power #rings of power #lotr rop #j r r tolkien #fresh prince of bel air #finrod #finrod felagund #my husband wrote this after I got him into tolkien #no regrets

[anna-dreamer]

More grumpy Valar thoughts

I’ll just vent here for a little bit

Had a little thought about the Valar, mercy, and judgement. (Still think the Valar do a rather poor job of being in charge of things, though i suppose it’s a discussion on its own what ‘in charge’ means in this case.)

I’ve encountered a notion that by releasing Melkor out of his confinement in the Void Manwe executed an act of estel, so it was a good thing actually, because themes and everything. I believe it very well might be a thematical thing, but the way the Valar executed it made it hardly moral or responsible from a leadership point of view. (Again, is it even a valid concern when it comes to Silmarillion, Doom and all? Dunno, just like to think about it.) 

Like, sure, it is incredibly virtuous of you guys to let your mortal enemy go and to believe him when he swears to never again, to give him a chance because everyone deserves one. But what about his victims who you specifically brought to the same place to protect from him? How is it a great idea to let Melkor lose, unsupervised, unchecked? Both Melkor and the Eldar are Valar’s responsibility, but the former they seem to favor more. And by the way, isn’t it clear that the confinement itself might have made Melkor extremely vengeful? Of course he would want revenge, and if he couldn’t touch the Valar themselves, he had the Eldar at hand. That should have been at least plausible for anyone who new Melkor, the rejected jealous child he was. But the Valar are apparently bad both at talking and at empathy, as Eru must have been not a great dad for any of them.

So Melkor does what he does, and as far as I am concerned the whole conundrum is Valar’s responsibility as much as his. 

Now, i thought of other times when the Valar had to seat in judgement. 

First case is Feanor, and frankly it seems to me it was absolutely not the Valar’s business to punish him at all. It doesn’t mean he did no wrong, but it all seems to be an internal Eldar affair which Melkor exploited. And the Eldar already have their own authority, their king. It must be he and them who decide what to do. But the Valar apparently strongly believe it is their right to interfere. I wonder, was there any rule or a law that prohibited weapons and armored assaults the the Valar previously imposed? Did they state that there would be times when their judgement precedes the one of Eldar’s authorities? Because if they didn’t it looks like another case of arbitrary unspoken rules based not on law but on faith, that apply to the flight of the Noldor. Essentially, nobody knows what the Valar’s rules are, but everybody will know once they’re broken. That is abuse. 

At last, Earendil and Elwing. Their case frankly makes me angry. They too broke the rules (finally some clearly spoken rules, though no clear punishment for breaking them), and the judgement was unfairly harsh. They were essentially both removed from the world they knew, parted from their children forever, Elwing was turned into a bird, and an ever solitary mission was imposed on Earendil which he can never abandon or complete. And for what? For them coming to plead for help and mercy. As if they were already guilty somehow. The Valar probably felt they were. 

Now, granted, Melkor was imprisoned for a long time, but he was released and fully pardoned as if nothing happened. And he tried to destroy an entire race. While Earendil just trespassed. And he is still up there in the sky.  

And, granted, I am not discussing any metaphysical reading of this story. Rather I am concerned for the implications it makes because i feel it is important. The Valar are willing to give a chance to one of their own, however fallen he might be; but when it comes to the Eldar, the Valar’s compulsion to judge and punish is without fail. 

Freaking pre-built inequality. 

#valar #eldar #melkor #feanor #finwe #Elving #Earendil #I read something on the internet again

[lexlee20]

Still pondering the weird mithril tree story in view of all of the actual depth of lore knowledge revealed by interviews of the cast and showrunners, and I’m thinking maybe it’s a holographic plot parable like frex “Cookie Cat” in _Steven Universe_

So if you strip it down to its most basic elements, it’s an elf warrior vs a corrupted Maia: a reflection of Galadriel vs Sauron?

And a Silmaril embedded in a tree, well, the most salient quality of the Silmarils is that they capture the light of the original Two Trees. But the Silmarils aren’t the very last remnants of Telperion and Laurelin; in addition to the Sun (Laurelin’s fruit) and the Moon (Telperion’s flower), there’s Galathilion (the White Tree of Tirion). Galathilion was made by Yavanna herself as a non-glowy replica of Telperion: not exactly either a sibling or a descendant, but a separate and similar creation, less powerful in itself but with a longer living line of descent of other White Trees (Celeborn of Tol Eressëa, Nimloth of Númenor, and onward to Gondor)… which kinda makes it/them analogous to the Children of Eru compared to the Valar, or humans compared to elves

There’s also the interesting detail that the White Trees aren’t all exact clones of one another. IIRC Telperion was specifically gendered as male, but Galathilion’s descendants are mostly via “seedlings” which suggests that it’s either self-fruiting or capable of cross-pollination with other trees— Gondor’s trees were descended from a fruit stolen directly off Nimloth, and their rare fruits were in turn planted in hopes of sprouting

So Elf and Bad Maia fighting over a living offshoot of the Two Trees causes it to be utterly destroyed and cast down into the depths… ave atque vale Numenor

Probably more handwaving possible wrt the destruction leading to the creation of something new and wonderful and beautiful yet perilous bc proximity to Undying Evil, and the story still doesn’t make any sense on a literal level (Elrond just biting his tongue “dude you know that’s not what happened to any of the Silmarils, each one of my three dads took one away and none of them stuffed it into a tree”) but I have run out of brain halp

#the rings of power #mithril #tbh still gotta say #WHAT THE

[melkors-big-tits]

Teeny tiny sad Vala

MiniMelkor got gifted a lollypop by @i-did-not-mean-to and he wised up so ventured into the void to enjoy his treat, so Eru won't yet again take away his presents

Also his ear still smarts from the flick😥

#minimelkor #morgoth #melkor #silmarillion fanart #the silmarillion #traditional art #silmarillion #tolkien fanart #tolkien #thevoid #poor thing #bad dad Eru

[tar-thelien]

Eru looking Melkor in the eyes: ...

Melkor nervously: What are you looking at Atar?

Eru: A mistake.

#tolkien #silmarillion #melkor #morgoth #eru #eru iluvatar #bad dad eru #incorrect quotes

[swilmarillion]

Could you tell us (if you don’t mind :-)) more about FYD universe Melkor’s family life? What happened with his dad and brother? Also, is Bauglir the family name, or did Melkor change his last name?

I don’t mind at all :)

So I imagine Melkor’s upbringing to be very...stiff.  I haven’t quite nailed down Eru’s profession, but it was something governmental and very prestigous.  Eru was rarely home, and even when he was, he was a pretty distant figure.  He was more a set of ideals and standards he expected his sons to follow than a father.  Manwe was the type of kid (and is still the type of adult) who constantly seeks his father’s approval.  He has always made choices and pursued courses of action based on what he thinks his father expects of him.  It was his way of bonding with a distant father (and honestly, from a personal perspective, no judgement on Manwe--that’s a tough spot to be in).  When Melkor was a kid, he also desperately wanted his dad’s approval; unlike Manwe, though, he wasn’t much of a conformist.  He had a unique way of doing things, and has always been headstrong, stubborn, and persistent.  While he wanted Eru’s approval, he wanted it on his own terms.  He wanted Eru to be proud of what he did and the way he did it, and when Eru wasn’t, Melkor was very hurt.  That hurt turned into rebellion because, let’s face it, very few people hold a grudge like Melkor.

Melkor was a rowdy and out-of-control kid.  Since Eru wasn’t home much, his kids were cared for by nannies and tutors who really didn’t know how to deal with Melkor.  He was constantly getting into trouble and spent a lot of time grounded...and consequently, a lot of time sneaking around to circumvent his punishments.  He and Manwe both went to private school, which Melkor hated.  He hated the atmosphere, the restriction, and the kids at school, who were all (like Melkor himself) old money and (unlike Melkor) very snotty about it.  He had few, if any friends, and spent a lot of time alone.  Despite getting pretty terrible grades, he was actually very smart--he just hated being confined to the pace and topics of traditionally-structured school.  He’s always been into mechanical things and liked to build and deconstruct things to understand how they worked, which unfortunately would get him into trouble (are we seeing a trend here?)

Melkor’s habits got him into trouble at home.  His grades were a constant source of tension and punishment (particularly because Eru knew Melkor was intelligent, gifted even, and couldn’t understand why his son wouldn’t apply himself, goddamn it).  His tendency to build things, and blow things up, also got him into trouble, both at home and, on more than once occasion, with the law.  He was almost perpetually grounded, which meant he did a lot of sneaking out (and a lot of ‘I don’t have to listen to you’ type of smart-assery).  He was, all-in-all, a very unhappy kid who felt fundamentally misunderstood and underappreciated. 

Things were tense in their household.  He hated his guardians, who tried to corral him.  He hated his dad, who didn’t understand him.  He hated his school, which he thought was limiting him.  He hated his brother, who frequently ratted him out (in Manwe’s defense, he honestly thought it was helpful; he wan’t Melkor to behave because he thought it was the best way for Melkor to be successful).  When Melkor was a late teen (16ish, maybe?) he ended up dropping out of school and running away from home.  He dropped all ties with his family and former lifestyle, and even went as far as to change his surname to Bauglir.

Now, Melkor had wanted to be an engineer since he learned what the word meant.  He loved to build things, and he was exceptional at math, physics, and spatial reasoning kinds of things.  So he knew he needed to actually get a degree if he wanted to make that happen.  He ended up getting a diploma from the local public school after testing out of every subject.  He aced his college entrance exams and ended up getting into Valarin, a very prestigious school.  The last contact he ever had with his dad was to convince Eru to fork over money from Melkor’s trust fund to pay for college.

Anyway, I’ve probably been rambling long enough.  pls stop me I could talk about this disaster boy all day  

#swil answers #fyd asks #melkor was born with a chip on his shoulder #he's just the epitome of 'no one understands me' #i don't think eru was necessarily a bad dad #he just did not understand his son #and manwe doesn't really understand his brother #but for what it's worth #manwe loves melkor and wants the best for him #melkor just wants nothing to do with either of them #he mostly tries to pretend they don't exist #he holds a grudge like nobody's business #and he's a stubborn piece of shit #ok now i'm rambling in the tags #Anonymous

[joeysharku]

Eru *literally* did nothing wrong.

#as usual hc’s are fine #and maybe your eru is just another pagan ainu #or a bad dad or mass murderer #but he’s not #he’s the One and All #Order and Freedom #Life and Justice #he’s Elohim #Yahweh #Allah #Jesus Christ #in short #God is not mocked #lotr #tolkien #eru #ilúvatar

[leajamjam]

I am...so sorry.

@galaxy-lilies I wrote it. It’s not the best, but I wrote it. Sapnap's design is inspired by @_pr1nc3_ali_ on tiktok

“I’m sorry…who are you?”

‘…What? He’s kidding, right?’ Sapnap thought, looking at one of…the only love of his life.

“Karl…you’re kidding…right?” he said, laughing a bit. He stopped though, noticing that Karl wasn’t laughing along.

“Karl?” Sapnap asked, his voice breaking as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“Sorry, I don’t recognize you. Should I?” Karl asked, tilting his head in that cute way that Sapnap loves.

“Karl, this isn’t funny. We’re engaged. We had another fiance, but…stuff happened, so now it’s the two of us.” Sapnap said, sounding more and more desperate, even to himself.

“Sapnap.” A voice said, making the two men turn to see Tubbo and George standing there, both looking concerned.

“What.” Sapnap snapped, his eyes looking like flames.

“Let him be. We can’t do anything about it. I’m sorry.” George said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“NO! It’s not okay!” Sapnap snarled, his slightly sharper teeth looking more intimidating with his rage.

“Fuck this, I’m leaving.” Sapnap said, stalking off.

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“Dad? Pops? Anyone?” Sapnap called out, walking into the crimson forest.

“Sapnap?” a voice called back, scaring the man, making him spin to see one of his fathers standing next to a tree covered in vines.

“Dad!” Sapnap crowed, bounding over to the 9’2” demon, hugging him.

“What are you doing here, Sapnap?” Bad asked, softly hugging him back.

“…Karl doesn’t remember me, and Quackity left us. I just…I just need you and pops.” Sapnap said softly, nuzzling his dad’s stomach for comfort. Bad gently pushed him away, making Sapnap look at him in worry. His dad never pushes away from hugs first.

“I’m sorry, Sapnap. Come with me. I’ll take you to Skeppy. And to the others.” Bad said.

“Others?” Sapnap asked.

“Yes. The rest of the Eggpire. It’s where Skeppy and I have been staying. And where you’re allowed to come, if you want.” Bad said.

“The Eggpire?” Sapnap asked.

Bad doesn’t answer.

They walk for a bit and stop in front of…an egg. A giant one. A giant red one. A giant red one with large red vines coming out, and Antfrost, Punz, Ponk, and Skeppy around it.

“Why is Skeppy red.” Sapnap asked, getting nervous.

Before Bad could answer, a loud noise that then thinned out to what sounded like multiple voices whispering at once started up.

Sapnap’s ears rang for a moment, and then…he heard it.

“.panpaS olleH”*

“Who are you?” Sapnap asked, curiously, his head tilting, his eyes gaining a slightly reddish hue.

“.ggE eht sllac rehtaf ruoy eno eht ma I”** the voice said, sounding a bit amused.

“What do you want from me?” Sapnap questioned.

A noise like nails on a chalkboard is heard, taking Sapnap a moment to realize that the Egg just laughed.

“.ti xif lliw I dna ,em nioj tsuJ .taht egnahc nac I .nos rieht er'uoy taht rebmemer t'nod stnerap ruoY .evol llits dna ,devol evah uoy enoyreve ssim uoY .das era uoY .enola era uoY .tnaw uoy tahw dna ,gnileef era uoy tahw llet nac I .panpaS ,tnaw I tahw ton s'tI”*** The egg said.

Sapnap balks a bit when the egg says his fears, but leans forwards in worry when he hears that his dad’s don’t remember him. He thought for a moment, and then nodded sharply.

“I want in. I can’t take them not knowing me. I already have that with Karl.”

A warm feeling comes from the egg.

“.emit gnol yrev a rof uoy gnitcepxe neeb ev'eW .panpaS ,emocleW .tcefreP”**** the egg said, opening up.

“.uoy tseb ruoy emoceb uoy erus ekam lliw ew dna ,hguorht petS.”***** the egg coos.

Sapnap steps in, and sat down as the Egg closes up.

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PAIN. That’s all Sapnap feels for what seems like days, weeks, years.

Then the Egg opened up, letting light in, and making Sapnap hiss and cover his eyes.

“Sappy-Nappy?” Sapnap heard, making him perk up.

“Dad?” He called out, stepping out and making everyone but his dads and the Egg gasp.

Sapnap looked down to see that everything looked fine.

“W-What--” Sapnap asked, confused.

“Oh Sappy-Nappy, looks like the Egg wants more of your Blaze inheritance to show. Look!” his Dad gushed, pulling him to a gold block nearby.

Sapnap looked and was surprised to see his eyes and mouth were glowing, and some flaming horns were inside of the now flame that was now his head.

“Oh!” Sapnap said, tossing a hand into his hair.

“.dlrow eht ni ecalp wen ruoy ecarbme uoy taht epoh eW .olaH panpaS ,eripggE eht ot emocleW” the Egg said.

Sapnap smiled, and laughed, the glow in his eyes turning red.

“Of course.”

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“What. The. Hell!” Quackity screamed, running to George and Karl, who were watching the destruction of their SMP with horror.

“Sapnap…?” George said, making Quackity whirl around to see a Sapnap with flaming hair and standing on the walls next to Badboyhalo and Skeppy, all with red eyes.

“Sapnap, the hell?” Quackity screams.

Sapnap looks at the little group of men, and asks, “Where’s the president.”

“I’m right here, Sapnap. What do you want?” Tubbo said, pushing in between the men.

“Have you checked on the nukes lately?” Sapnap asked innocently, holding up a remote that made Tubbo pale dramatically.

“Sapnap, you need to stop this!” Quackity said.

“I don’t need to do anything.” Sapnap snapped back.

“Why?” Karl asked.

“Why not? Quackity, Kinoko Kingdom is blown to kingdom come. Las Nevadas is on thin ice. Do not come near us of the Eggpire, or I will kill you.”

Quackity took a step back at the venom in his ex-fiance’s voice, as Karl gasped and put a hand to his mouth with tears welling up in his eyes.

“Son. Don’t waste your time.” Bad said, putting a hand on Sapnap’s shoulder.

“Fine Dad.” Sapnap said, smiling. He then turned to the others, and frowned.

“Las Nevadas. Thin ice. Keep it there, and I won’t blow it up. For now.”

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*Hello Sapnap.

** I am the one your father calls the Egg.

***It's not what I want, Sapnap. I can tell what you are feeling, and what you want. You are alone. You are sad. You miss everyone you have loved, and still love. Your parents don't remember that you're their son. I can change that. Just join me, and I will fix it.

****Perfect. Welcome, Sapnap. We've been expecting you for a very long time.

*****Step through, and we will make sure you become your best you.

******Welcome to the Eggpire, Sapnap Halo. We hope that you embrace your new place in the world.

#dream smp #sapnap #dadboyhalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #eggpire

[eruhatesu]

Eru I think I have found your dream guy

-mikki

MIKKI IM CACKLING.

I am so down bad for Toji that I might just consider. AND PPLS why you went straight pairing me to Gege's dad and not Gege himself huh?

Am I gonna be a step mom?

Is this why a number of people come at me like I'm JJK's customer service? Am I the mom here??

Why am I even having questions? Why am I buying tickets to Japan?

I have so many questions.

ok I am doing this for the team just so I can ask Gege to bring more Utahime to the table and draw Toji dick :3

#anon! mikki #this made my day AND thank you for finding me a toji sub in this ugly world #ask eru

[procrastinationonvacation]

Hi there! It’s been a while. But I was thinking about the Silm and I was wondering - what’s your stance on the morality of the Valar? Sort of how much do you think they were right in the Silmarillion?

(And do you have any good headcanons for them?)

- Captain Anon

Hello! Nice hearing from you mate! How’s it going?

Hmm the valar… ok

Do I think they’re horrible trash people? No.

Do I think they should be running things? Also no.

Ok, they may or may not be doing their best here, but the facts are they aren’t infallible and the cultural(?) gap between them and the elves is too big for them to really empathize with them.

Like yeah valar are really powerful and sure they kinda have a line to Eru but we’ve seen them making bad decisions, and we know they make spur of the moment “I just feel bad for the guy” decisions. There’s no *problem* with them having authority, but I feel like the assumption that their authority should be absolute because they’re Always Right TM is what starts causing problems. Their morals are actually fairly solid in my opinion all the way through until people are being sent to valinor to appeal for aid. And their morals are decidedly against my beliefs when they’re drowning beleriand.

The drowning of beleriand is so bad in my opinion because they’re imposing their will on millions of people, only a subsection of whom asked for their help, and really just making a lot of people (potentially) die/drown because of their incompetence and refusal to listen to appeals for aid.

You don’t get to drown a continent and then stand up claiming to be the heroes.

(Pre darkening and with Feanor, I think all of what fire boy said was perfectly valid, but I don’t think it is a bad enough problem to say the valar aren’t morally justified at that point. The valar definitely should have just let them leave afterwards, but hey they’re new to this too, and I don’t think it’s right to call them bad people because of it.)

——

I kinda like the Silm because it’s just a bunch of dumb fucks ruining everything with (mostly) good intentions. The valar are no exception to this. Like everyone else, they’re just fighting for their opinions to be heard and remembered, because if they don’t then no one else will. Any real *crimes* on their part are mostly the result of a huge power disparity between them and everyone else on the playing feild.

——

A brief set of random thoughts:

Manwe may be in charge, but Aule is the dad friend. Makes better decisions. 90% of the impulse control. It’s a pity he couldn’t pass that on to his students. (He made the dwarves while his brain cell was on loan to Ulmo.)

Orome and yavanna are actual besties.

“Dad says it’s my turn with the people maker!”

How is it everyone got to do like… magic elements control and Namos just sitting there running a bed and breakfast. Why.

This is just Melkor’s goth phase. The void is like being sent to his room. Buddy’s gonna grow out of it in a bit, move on with his life and the only memories of his beleriand days will be embarrassing pics in the family photo album.

—-

Thanks for the ask captanon, it’s always wonderful hearing from you!

#Asks #captain anon #come bother me if I went on a random tangent #the valar #Also I’m on my phone please excuse my spelling