#ilinsor

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The ugly sides to: Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar | Nielíquie | Silmo | Tevildo | Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar | Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Ilinsor

Warning: Mentions of gaslighting | neglect | physical and verbal abuse | infidelity | manipulation / love bombing | weaponized incompetence.

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🚩Ilinsor | Nornorë | Aluin | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin: They are married to their duties and are away or too occupied more often than not. Trying to carve out quality time with them is uncommonly hard, as they inevitably prioritize their responsibilities over all else. Or, they would make plans, but then change them as they inevitably accepted some new duty or another. Other times, they would simply forget.

“But the Elder King needed my aid. I could not say nay.”

“I was consumed with my labors. I could not turn away.”

They may try to make amends, of course, but even then, the chances of them placing duty over love are exceedingly high.

🚩 Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar: These are the Valar most likely to become verbally and/or physically abusive. Their tempers can be unpredictable, and they can say incredibly hurtful things without trying. Then there is the issue of them resorting to their fists if they feel it’s the only way to get their point across. After, they will put the blame on their companion.

“You did not leave me be. I kept insisting you leave me be.”

“Now see what you made me do.”

Then they would shower their companion with affection, but it is all a ruse. They will revert to their old selves once they are confident their companion is not going to forsake them.

🚩Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar : They are surrounded by admirers and well-wishers. And the attention they receive can be more than a little inappropriate. Other times, they forget themselves and revel in the attention they receive, as it is intoxicating and they crave more and more of it. Then they would offer excuses in the hopes of convincing their companion that there was nothing wrong with what they did.

“Come now, my love, it was just a kiss on the cheek.”

“We were just dining, them and me. Nothing untoward took place.”

They become exceedingly talented at concealing such acts from their companion. If discovered, they could pretend to have changed in order to keep their companion by their side.

🚩 Nielíquie | Silmo : They are too playful and immature, and they struggle to heed the consequences of their actions. Often, they would consider play more important than their responsibilities towards themselves and their companion. If their aid is required for household duties, they will agree to lend a hand and then leave it, thinking it is a small matter. Or, they would deliberately make mistakes in the hopes of avoiding an unwanted chore and making their companion do it for them instead.

“But I do not know how to carry out such a task.”

“If you desire perfection, then perhaps you should take responsibility for the chore.”

If their companion challenges them on this and makes it plain that it is all too much for them to bear, they may change and help for a while. After, they could go back to their old ways.

🚩 Tevildo : Mind games, lies, and manipulation make up the chief of his darker traits. Tevildo is a master of convincing others that it is their fault and never his. He would deny his companion’s feelings and even their sense of reality in order to turn them into the wrongdoer.

“I did not agree to call on you at this time. You are thinking of something else.”

“That is not what I said. Stop making a mountain out of a molehill.”

In the end, he will have his companion questioning and doubting themselves while he carries on regardless.

Tags: @asianbutnotjapanese @cilil

#bookoflosttalesmonth #the book of lost tales #headcanon #my headcanon #the valar #the ainur #Ómar (amillo) #Salmar #Nielíqui #Silmo #Tevildo #Makar #Meássë #Lúsion #Telimektar #Aluin #Danuin #Ranuin #Fanuin #Ilinsor

[woe-begotten-spirit]

So I know not a lot of people in the world have a strong opinion on who is best to ship Middle Earth’s Sun with but I am obsessed with The Lost Tales era Eonwë/Arien (or Fionwë/Urwendi) and the parallels with Elwing and Eärendil. 

The Arien/Tilion thing of Moon in love with the Sun of course makes sense in a sort of collective unconscious mythology type way but something about a romance between Bird and Celestial Body is just 🔥

In both versions our bird flies through the air seeking lover lost at sea

Manwë sent Fionwë his son, swiftest of all to move about the airs, and bade him say to Urwendi that the bark of the Sun come back awhile to Valinor, for the Gods have counsels for her ear; and Fionwë fled most readily, for he had conceived a great love for that bright maiden long ago, and her loveliness now, when bathed in fire she sate as the radiant mistress of the Sun, set him aflame with the eagerness of the Gods. (LT I, VIII)

Indeed for a while mishap fell even upon bright Urwendi, that she wandered the dark grots and endless passages of Ulmo’s realm until Fionwë found her and brought her back to Valinor (LT I, IX)

For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved. (Silm, ch 24)

who sails in a hallowed ship through the Door of the Night. 

Ulmo draws the galleon of the Sun before the Door of Night. Then speaks Urwendi the mystic word, and they open outward before her, and a gust of darkness sweeps in but perishes before her blazing light; and the galleon of the Sun goes out into the limitless dark, and coming behind the world finds the East again. (LT I, IX)

But they took Vingilot, and hallowed it, and bore it away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there it passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven. (Silm, ch 24)

And then our birds Eonwë and Elwing end up being the ones to deliver the Silmarils to their fated places (from Elwing to Eärendil to Air, from Eonwë to Maedhros and Maglor to Fire and Water)

And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters. (Silm, ch 24)

There are several more similarities like the early idea that both Eärendil and Arien encountered mermaids while they were at sea (LT I, commentary on The Tale of Qorinómi and LT II, V) and Tilion originally chasing Eärendil instead of Arien (LT II, V)

And also I just think Eonwë should be allowed to do the apocalypse as revenge for his girlfriend because come on:

For ’tis said that ere the Great End come Melko shall in some wise contrive a quarrel between Moon and Sun, and Ilinsor shall seek to follow Urwendi through the Gates, and when they are gone the Gates of both East and West will be destroyed, and Urwendi and Ilinsor shall be lost. So shall it be that Fionwë Úrion, son of Manwë, of love for Urwendi shall in the end be Melko’s bane, and shall destroy the world to destroy his foe, and so shall all things then be rolled away.’ (LT I, IX)

#silmarillion #tolkien #eonwe #arien #elwing #earendil #lotr #woe-begotten-spirit

[ruiniel]

'...For 'tis said that ere the Great End come Melko shall in some wise contrive a quarrel between Moon and Sun and Ilinsor shall seek to follow Urwendi through the Gates, and when they are gone the Gates of both East and West will be destroyed, and Urwendi and Ilinsor shall be lost. So shall it be that Fiönwë Úrion, son of Manwë, of love for Urwendi shall in the end be Melko's bane, and shall destroy the world to destroy his foe, and so shall all things then be rolled away.'

And thus ended Vairë, and the great tale fell silent in the room.

-The Book of Lost Tales, IX, The Hiding of Valinor

Ilinsor - Tilion

Urwendi - Arien

Fiönwë Úrion - Eönwë, early concept as the son of Manwë

I won't go into eschatological implications or meta (which is miles long) but just gently hold the idea that:

a) early concept Eönwë loved Arien... enter ultra vague Icarus/Sun thoughts

b) Arien/Eönwë/Tilion - my poly Maiarin boonies

c) remembering Eönwë would be the actual end of Melkor, which, when thinking about Mairon and the HCs I have on them, well.

#ruin babbles #procrastinating

[ainurmoodboards]

Maiar of Oromë, The Huntsman of the Valar

Oromë was the husband of Vana and the brother of Nessa, and was known as The Lord of Forests, The Huntsman of the Valar, and The Great Rider. He was known for his love of hunting and when the Valar retreated from Middle-earth to Aman following the destruction of the two lamps, he would occasionally return to hunt the creatures of Melkor. It was during one of these hunts that he discovered the first elves wandering in the starlight, and he named them the Eldar, The People of the Stars. After dwelling with them for a while he returned to Aman to inform the rest of the Valar that the first Children of Illuvatar had awakened, and were already being plagued by Melkor’s creatures. It was eventually decided to invite the Eldar to join the Valar in Aman, setting in motion the beginning of the major events that lead to The Silmarilion.

Oromë loved horses and hounds and rode on a great horse named Nahar. It was for this reason that he was known of and loved by the people of Rohan, who claimed that their great horses known as the Mearas were descended from steeds Oromë brought from the West. It was also believed that the wild oxen the lived near the sea of Rhun were descended from Oromë’s oxen as well. Huan, The Hound of the Valar, was one of Oromë’s hunting dogs who had been granted special powers by the Valar.

Oromë was one of the Aratar and had a great horn called the Valaroma that he blew, which sounded like thunder and frightened even Melkor himself. It was for this reason that the people of Rohan named him Bema, a name that comes from a rootword for trumpet.

Pallando was a Maia of Oromë, a member of the Istari, and one of the Blue Wizards along with his friend Alatar. In Tolkien’s early drafts, he associated Pallando with Mandos and Nienna, but eventually changed this to make Pallando a Maia of Oromë, the Vala who had traveled and hunted with his retinue throughout Arda prior to the Awakening of the Elves. Because of this, Oromë had the most knowledge of the lands of Arda, including those to the east of the lands where The Lord of the Rings takes place.

Alatar was a Maia of Oromë and one of the two Ithryn Luin (Blue Wizards) along with Pallando. Alatar was the second Maia after Curumo/Curunir (Saruman) chosen to be one of the Istari and he chose to bring his friend Pallando, also a Maia of Orome, along with him. When they arrived in Middle-earth, they were sent into the east, beyond the borders of the maps that appear in Lord of the Rings, to combat the power of Sauron. It is generally believed that they were chosen because of their association with Orome, who would travel throughout Arda to hunt and was familiar with the even farthest places.

Tolkien’s perception of how successful Alatar and Pallando were changed throughout his stages of writing. In earlier drafts he envisioned them as failing, somewhat like Saruman, and instead either intentionally or unintentionally founding secret/magic cults. But later he changed this so that they were instead successful in leading some of the peoples in the east who didn’t worship Sauron to rise up against him. This is depicted as forcing Sauron to divert some of his attention and resources into the east, which helped make sure that the good peoples of the west weren’t overwhelmed by his forces. In these later drafts Tolkien gave the Blue Wizards new names, Morinhetar (Darkness Slayer) and Romestamo (East-Helper), though he doesn’t specify which name goes with which wizard.

Another Maia of Oromë was Tilion, the steersman of the moon. He often laid in the shade of the tree Telperion, and was strongly associated with the color silver. He was in love with Arien, though it isn't clear if that love was reciprocated. His love for her is used to explain why the moon is sometimes in the sky at the same time as the sun, and the moon's darks spots were said to come from when Tilion got too close to Arien's heat. When he left Arda to guide the moon in the sky, he forsook his humanoid/elvish "body" and took the form of a brilliant flash of light. Melkor sent many dark creatures and spirits into the sky to attack Tilion when he first appeared, but he managed to vanquish all of them. Tilion doesn't appear in Tolkien's early works; Ilinsor, a sylph (air spirit) who loved snow and starlight and assisted Varda, becomes the steersman of the Moon, while Irmo-Lorien's youthful servant Silmo was in charge of watering the tree Silpion/Telperion. At one stage of Tolkien’s writings, he invisioned animal characters such as the Eagles and Huan as being Maiar who took animal bodies instead of humanoid/elvish ones. This concept was eventually changed, but if it had been kept then Huan the Hound of the Valar would probably have been associated with Oromë as well. 

#Oromë #Orome #Oromë Maiar #Orome Maiar #Ainur #Maiar #Ithryn Luin #Allatar #Pallando #Tilion #Tolkien #Tolkien Moodboard #Tolkien Aesthetic #Ainur Moodboard #Ainur Aesthetic #Silmarilion #Morinhetar #Romestamo #Ilinsor #Silmo #Huan

[shadesofbluevelveteen]

Some beautiful Elvish words/names I have found during my research.

Alalminórë: Lord Of the Elms

Aldëa: Tree-Shadowed

Aldëon: Avenue Of Trees

Eriol: One Who Dreams Alone

Fumellar: Flowers Of Sleep

Gar Lossion: Place Of Flowers

Ilinsor: Helmsman Of The Moon

Ilsaluntë: The Moon

Gil: The Star Sirius

Iska: Light Snow

Laurelin: Golden Tree of Aman, the female mate of Telperion, and the younger of the Two Trees of Valinor. She had gold-trimmed leaves and her dew was collected by Varda in her Wells.

Telperion: Elder of the Two Trees of Valinor, called the White Tree, which shed silver light on the domain of the Valar. His leaves were of dark green, shining silver beneath, and his boughs were decked with brilliant flowers that shed a rain of silver dew, which was collected as a source of water and of light.

Nūme: West

Pronto: East

Sil: Moon

Ûr: Sun

Luvier: Clouds

Uilos – ever-white snow

Nîn-in-Eilph – waters of swans

Nimloth – white flower

Mallos – golden-white (flower, plant)

Minas Anor – the tower of the sun minas (“tower, fort”), Anor (“the sun”)

Minas Ithil – the tower of the moon; minas (“tower, fort”), Ithil (“the moon”)

Minas Morgul– tower of black magic; minas (“tower, fort”), morn (“dark, black”) + (n-)gûl (“magic, necromancy”) As for the lenition inside the second word, in L:427, Tolkien explains that “…the triconsonantal group (rng) then being reduced to rg”.

Minas Tirith – tower watch; minas (“tower, fort”), tirith (“watch, guard, vigilance”)

Imloth Melui – sweet flower valley

Gwingloth – foam-flower

Gladhwen – laughing maiden

Hírilorn – lady-tree

Fimbrethil – slim birch

Elwing – star foam

Eregion – land of holly trees

Elanor – star-sun

Dorthonion – land of pines

Cabed-en-Aras – the deer’s leap

Brethiliand – beech forest

Amon Uilos– mount of ever-white snow

Amon Dîn – silent hill

Amloth – high flower

Aeluin — pale

Aeglos – snowthorn

#tolkien #the lord of the rings #elvish #lotr elves #sindar #Words and meanings #My love for Tolkien's work is borderline obsessive #not sorry in the slightest

[welcometolotr]

out of sight (the first oath)

[Fifteen elves swear to bear children for the Valar in exchange for the protection of their race, and thus the Maiar come into being. This story follows the ramifications of that choice from the Years of the Trees through the Fifth Age of Middle-Earth.]

Chapter 57: out of sight

Elmo joins a joint Lórien-Mirkwood force repelling Dol Guldur; Varda pulls Erestor out of nightmares, to disastrous effect; and Erestor lies through his teeth to Gil-Galad.

Featured characters: Tauriel, Elmo, Erestor, Varda, Gil-Galad Secondary characters: Rúmil (of Lothlórien), Ilinsor, Elrond

“Morwë!” Erestor shouted. “Morwë!” But her figure grew smaller and smaller, receding into the abyss beyond them. Melkor’s sharp, welcoming smile loomed above the smoke and chaos, taunting him.

He ran and ran, straight into the murk; pursuing her for all he was worth. He couldn’t lose her again.

Then he felt a hand on his chest, pushing and clawing, and he fell to his knees.

Melkor had found him.

Read full chapter on Ao3 here.

Masterpost of chapters here.

#the first oath #my fic #tfo chapters

[mallecurunin]

Ilinsor

       Ilinsor is the other known member of the Mánir, and his name means the All Encompassing Eagle. He is the winged messenger and watcher of Manwë, often taking the form of a large eagle, most famously when he appeared in the skies over Númenor before their foolish attempt to wrest Valinor from the Valar. He sees all that goes on in the world, and tells Manwë of what he finds, and thus the Elder King is able to hear the prayers of his subjects. He often visits the moon, and helps Tilion to guide the luminary through the heavens, and from there he watches the peoples of Arda. He has been called the Man in the Moon, and his smiling countenance watches over all. He is the patron of watchfulness and awareness and the eyes.

#ardan-paganism #Ilinsor #Maiar

[thebookoflosttalesproject]

The Hiding of Valinor

Okay, so because the Sun and Moon are now up and everything is clearly visible, the Elves in Valinor kinda freak out,

it seems they’re afraid of attacks form Melko and his underlings (including possibly the Noldoli, who do Iluvatar knows what in those strange Great Lands, so they might as well work for Melko as far as the Valinor Elves are concerned),

the Valinor Elves are also already hating on Men because they’re Elves so they’re awesome and who are those Men again

therefore the Valar are asked to hide the Valinor and cut it off from everybody’s reach, and most of them apparently share the same kind of paranoia and agree to do it,

except for Ulmo, Manwë and Varda but they’re basically overruled,

so the other Valar start fortifying Valinor according to the wishes of the Elves

the Solosimpi: Ulmo help please

Ulmo: no

the Solosimpi: Ossë help please, Ulmo said no

Ossë: *does it immediately*

They even use Ungoliant’s webs to hide the Bay of Faëry!

There are still some ways to get into Valinor though: Manwë asked Lórien to devise The Path of Dreams, Oromë made a kind of Bifrost from Vana’s hair for the Valar to travel to Great Lands and back, Mandos and Fui made the Road of Death for Elves and Men to come to their halls (was anybody expecting anything else from these two? :D)

Now we go back to the Sun and Moon problems, because apparently Uriwendi and Ilinsor steer their ships as they want to, not necessarily as they should...

So first, the Door of Night and the Gate of Morn are built, which help regulate the way along which the ships move, as I understand it (and the descriptions of these gates are #wordmagic again).

Then the Ainur of Time (seriously!) sends his children who put invisible magic ropes on the sunship and moonship, tying them to Manwë and/or Taniquetil, and these ropes are supposed to control the time in which the Sun and the Moon pass over the Earth (like days, months and years).

So, like, everything is settled nice and clean, and the Elves stop grumbling for now.

#the book of lost tales #the hiding of valinor #my lb

[lusgarbe]

De la Dagor Dagorath, o la Batalla de Batallas.

(Texto bastante largo. Si les interesa, tomen asiento porque tardará un rato y jamás volverán a tener una duda sobre este tema, al menos no una que se pueda contestar)

Esta parte de los escritos de Tolkien es una de las más enigmáticas, así como su relativa fama entre los fans, ya que no se encuentra dentro de sus obras más conocidas. Incluso hace unas semanas hice un tema aquí preguntando dónde habían leído sobre ella, y la mayoría contestó, con una completa seguridad, que la habían leído en El Silmarillion, lo cual es algo curioso, porque no se hace ninguna mención a una Dagor Dagorath, ni tampoco por su otro nombre, la Segunda Profecía de Mandos. No sólo no aparece, sino que Christopher Tolkien específicamente la removió de El Silmarillion por razones que veremos más adelante. Alguno me contestó que aparecía en Cuentos Inconclusos, lo cual fue una respuesta un poco mejor, ya que sí se menciona “Dagor Dagorath” ahí (de hecho esos textos son los únicos en los que Tolkien usó ese nombre) aunque la parte más conocida, la de Túrin matando a Morgoth, no aparece ahí.

La idea de un final para el Legendarium, un evento catastrófico – y eucatastrófico - que señala el fin del mundo, como el Ragnarök de los dioses nórdicos, tiene raíces muy antiguas en el trabajo de Tolkien. Su primera aparición es El Libro de los Cuentos Perdidos (The Book of Lost Tales), compuesto entre 1915 y 1920, en el capítulo “El Ocultamiento de Valinor” (HTM: El Libro de los Cuentos Perdidos I):

“Porque se dijo que antes de que llegue el Gran Final, Melko se las compondrá de algún modo para provocar una disputa entre la Luna y el Sol, e Ilinsor (Tilion) intentará seguir a Urwendi (Arien) a través de las Puertas y cuando se hayan ido, tanto la Puerta del Este como la del Oeste quedarán destruidas, y Urwendi e Ilinsor se habrán perdido. De este modo Fionwë Úrion, hijo de Manwë, por amor a Urwendi, será al final causa de la ruina de Melko, y destruirá al mundo por destruir a su enemigo, de modo que todas las cosas serán arrolladas.”

Y en el capítulo “Turambar y el Foalókë (HTM: El Libro de los Cuentos Perdidos II) se habla más de esta versión.

“En realidad, Turambar había seguido a Nienóri por los negros senderos hasta el portal de Fui, pero Fui no lo abrió ante ellos y tampoco lo hizo Vefántur, pero las súplicas de (H)Úrin y de Mavwin (Morwen) llegaron a los oídos de Manwë y los Dioses se conmovieron ante su triste destino, de modo que Túrin y Nienóri se sumergieron en Fôs’Almir, el baño de llamas, como habían hecho Urwendi y sus doncellas mucho antes de la primera vez que salió el Sol, y así se disiparon todos sus dolores y se purificaron todas sus culpas y allí se quedaron como ilustres Valar entre los bienaventurados, y ahora el amor de ese hermano y esa hermana es muy puro; pero Turambar luchará junto a Fionwë cuando llegue la Gran Destrucción, y Melko y sus dragones maldecirán eternamente a la espada de Mormakil.”

Esa primera versión es notable porque introduce una idea bastante sorprendente, ya que si bien Túrin no mata a Morgoth en ella, se convierte en uno de los Valar, un concepto que no se vuelve a repetir en ninguna parte del Legendarium. Otro aspecto notable: tal vez en alguna de las veces que hayan leído sobre la Dagor Dagorath vieron que Sauron u otro sirviente del mal va a pelear en la Batalla Final; hay cero referencias a eso. La única versión que especifica a alguna criatura del lado de Morgoth es esta, con los dragones.

Vayamos ahora al ‘Sketch de la Mitología” (HTM: La Formación de la Tierra Media), una versión que Tolkien compuso en 1926-1930 que es un resumen o esbozo de su Legendarium y que presentaba varios cambios notables.

“Cuando el mundo sea más viejo y los Dioses estén más débiles, Morgoth regresará a través de la Puerta y se librará la última de todas las batallas. Fionwë se batirá con Morgoth en la llanura de Valinor, y el espíritu de Túrin estará a su lado; será Túrin quien, con su espada negra, matará a Morgoth, y así se vengarán los hijos de Húrin.

En esos días los Silmarils se recuperarán del mar y de la tierra y del aire, y Maidros los romperá y Belaurin con su fuego volverá a encender los Dos Arboles, y la gran luz aparecerá de nuevo, y las Montañas de Valinor se allanarán para que la luz llegue al mundo, y los Dioses y los Elfos y los Hombres [“Hombres” fue tachado] volverán a ser jóvenes, y todos sus muertos despertarán. [Agrega “Pero de los Hombres en ese último Día la profecía no habla, a excepción únicamente de Túrin.”]”

Aquí se agrega que es Túrin, no Fionwë, quien acaba con Morgoth, como una especie de justa recompensa de su sufrimiento. Mi propia especulación es que Tolkien se debatía entre incluir o no este Día Final, pero quería darle de alguna manera un final menos deprimente a Túrin.

La siguiente versión fue escrita en 1930, el Qenta Noldorinwa ( HTM: La Formación de la Tierra Media), usualmente referida como El Quenta. Este escrito es notable porque aunque es corto, es la única versión del Silmarillion que Tolkien terminó.

“Esto predijo la Profecía de Mandos, que pronunció en Valmar ante el consejo de los Dioses, y el rumor se extendió entre todos los Elfos del Oeste: cuando el mundo sea viejo y los Poderes estén débiles, Morgoth regresará a través de la Puerta de la Noche Eterna; y destruirá el Sol y la Luna, pero Eärendel caerá sobre él como una llama blanca y lo expulsará de los aires. Entonces se librará la Última Batalla en los campos de Valinor. Ese día Tulkas se batirá con Melko, y a su derecha estará Fionwë y a su izquierda Túrin Turambar, hijo de Húrin, Vencedor del Destino[ que vendrá de las estancias de Mandos]; y será la espada negra de Túrin la que le dará la muerte y el final definitivo a Melko; y así se vengarán los hijos de Húrin y todos los Hombres.

Entonces [“la Tierra se romperá y se rehará y”] los Silmarils se recuperarán del mar y de la tierra y del aire; porque Eärendel descenderá y entregará la llama que tenía en custodia. Entonces Fëanor llevará a los Tres y se los entregará a Yavanna Palúrien, y ella los romperá y con su fuego reencenderá los Dos Arboles, y saldrá una gran luz; y las Montañas de Valinor se allanarán para que la luz llegue a todo el mundo. En esa luz los Dioses volverán a ser jóvenes, y los Elfos despertarán y todos sus muertos se levantarán, y el objetivo de Ilúvatar respecto a ellos se habrá cumplido. Pero la Profecía no habla de los Hombres en aquel día, salvo únicamente de Túrin, y a él lo menciona entre los Dioses.[añadió “Entre los hijos de los Dioses”]”

Con Eärendil y Tulkas, esto ya es una verdadera fiesta, y aquí ya aparece Mandos oficialmente dando la invitación. Más detalles, alguien más quiebra los Silmarils y aunque ahora la posición de Túrin varia, su naturaleza mantenía un cambio.

Cada vez que el profesor volvía a sus historias, la Segunda Profecía hacia su aparición. La siguiente versión es del Quenta Silmarillion (HTM: El Camino Perdido), el escrito que abandonó en 1937 porque le habían encargado hacer una historia sobre gente pequeña que odia la joyería o algo así:

“§31 Así lo predijo Mandos, cuando los Dioses celebraban juicio en Valinor, y el rumor de sus palabras corrió entre todos los Elfos del Oeste. Cuando el mundo sea viejo y los Poderes se cansen, entonces Morgoth, viendo que la guardia duerme, regresará por la Puerta de la Noche del Vacío Intemporal, y destrozará el Sol y la Luna. Pero Eärendel descenderá sobre él como una llama blanca y abrasadora y lo expulsará del aire. Entonces se librará la Última Batalla en los campos de Valinor. Ese día Tulkas luchará con Morgoth, y a su derecha estará Fionwë, y a la izquierda Túrin Turambar, hijo de Húrin, procedente de las estancias de Mandos; y la espada negra de Túrin dará a Morgoth la muerte y el final definitivo; y así serán vengados los hijos de Húrin y todos los Hombres.

§32 Después la Tierra se quebrará y será hecha de nuevo, y los Silmarils se recuperarán del Aire, la Tierra y el Mar; porque Eärendel descenderá y entregará la llama que custodia. Entonces Fëanor tomará las Tres Joyas y se las entregará a Yavanna Palúrien; y ella las romperá y con su luz reencenderá los Dos Arboles, y surgirá una gran luz. Y las Montañas de Valinor se nivelarán, de modo que la Luz se extenderá por todo el mundo. En esa luz los Dioses serán jóvenes de nuevo, y los Elfos despertarán y se levantarán todos sus muertos, y se cumplirá el propósito que Ilúvatar designó para ellos. Pero de los Hombres en ese día no habla la profecía de Mandos, y no menciona ningún Hombre, salvo sólo Túrin, a quien se le ha otorgado un lugar entre los hijos de los Valar.”

Son esencialmente la misma versión, y así es como estaba esta Segunda Profecía cuando el profesor empezó a escribir The Lord of the Rings. Una vez que la acaba a finales de los 40s, inicios de los 50s (pero antes de escribir los apéndices y que se publicara la novela), se vuelca de nuevo a las historias de la Primera Era con empeño, y es ahí donde se complica el asunto.

El que era originalmente el capítulo 1 del Quenta se expande, hasta convertirse en lo que conocemos como el Valaquenta, (HTM: El Anillo de Morgoth) del Silmarillion publicado. Este texto acaba así:

“Aquí concluye El Valaquenta. Si ha pasado desde la altura y la belleza a la oscuridad y la ruina, ése era desde hace mucho tiempo el destino de Arda Maculada; y si un cambio sobreviene y la Maculación se remedia, Manwë y Varda lo saben; pero no lo han revelado, y no está declarado en los juicios de Mandos.”

Parece una idea bastante final. Mandos no ha hablado del Fin de los Tiempos, y Manwë y Varda ciertamente no van a contar el chisme. Al ver este texto Christopher Tolkien asume que la Segunda Profecia de Mandos fue efectivamente eliminada de la mente de su padre y la remueve del Silmarillion publicado, usando ese párrafo para cerrar el Quenta Silmarillion.

Sin embargo, como suele ocurrir, no es ahí donde acaba la historia. Al mismo tiempo que (re)escribía el Valaquenta, también estaba reescribiendo los Anales (si quieren saber más de la relación de los Anales con el Quenta, díganme y hago una entrada al respecto) y en la nueva versión de los Anales de Aman ( HTM: El Anillo de Morgoth) nos da este dato:

“Ahora bien, Varda recogió la luz que brotaba de Telperion y se guardaba en Valinor, e hizo estrellas más nuevas y brillantes. Y reunió muchas otras de las antiguas estrellas y las puso como signos en los cielos de Arda. El mayor de éstos era Menelmakar, el Espada del Cielo. Se dice que era una señal de Túrin Turambar, que habría de venir al mundo, y un presagio de la Última Batalla que se librará al final de los Días.”

Hay más. En 1958, se escribe un texto mecanografiado que es parte de la serie del “Quenta Silmarillion Posterior”(HTM: La Guerra de las Joyas), que es básicamente el texto del Quenta Silmarillion de 1937 (que a su vez era ampliación del Qenta Noldorinwa; esto es bastante complicado…) con algunas corrección y añadiduras. En lo que nos concierne es lo respectivo a los párrafos 31 y 32, que di anteriormente. La descripción de Túrin cambia, ya que en vez de “Túrin Turambar, hijo de Húrin, procedente de las estancias de Mandos” es ahora Túrin Turambar, hijo de Húrin, regresando del Destino de los Hombres desde el Fin del Mundo”, yse tachó la parte que decía “Se le ha otorgado un lugar entre los hijos de los Valar”

El siguiente cambio es más particular, ya que añade “Y Beren Camlost” después de Túrin. Ya hasta Beren fue invitado a la fiesta del Fin del Mundo. El cambio final es que “y ella las romperá y con su luz reencenderá los Dos Arboles” es ahora “Y él (Fëanor) las romperá y con su fuego Yavanna reencenderá los Dos Arboles”.

Aquí es conveniente mencionar el Akallabêth, ya que ese texto se escribió también más o menos por esas mismas fechas. Ahí ocurre una mención a la Batalla Final que CT no eliminó del Silmarillion publicado:

“Pero Ar-Pharazôn el Rey y los guerreros mortales que habían desembarcado en la Tierra de Aman quedaron sepultados bajo un derrumbe de colinas: se dice que allí yacen, en las Cavernas de los Olvidados, y que allí estarán hasta la Ultima Batalla del Día del Juicio.”

(Nótese que no dice de qué lado pelearán.)

Esa referencia es notable porque no aparece en el texto que precedía al Akallabêth, el “Hundimiento de Anadûnê”, sino que es una reversión a la primera versión de la historia, “La Caída de Númenor”. Tolkien tenía ambos textos al escribir la tercera versión, y se decidió por la que mencionaba la última batalla. (HTM: La Caída de Númenor)

También al reverso de una nota que hablaba de los Istari, el profesor escribió: “Manwë no descenderá de la Montaña hasta la Dagor Dagorath, y la venida del Fin, cuando Melkor regrese.”, además de un poema en verso aliterativo que también usa ese término. Como dije al inicio, estas son las únicas instancias en las que el profesor usa el nombre Dagor Dagorath.

Hay un último giro de tuerca que tal vez sirva para iluminar (o confundir más). En uno de los últimos escritos del profesor, El Problema de Ros (HTM: Los Pueblos de Tierra Media), se dice esto:

“La lengua del Pueblo de Haleth no se utilizaba, pues habían perecido y no volverían a levantarse. Tampoco su lengua habría de oírse de nuevo, a menos que se cumpliera la profecía de Andreth la Mujer Sabia, de que en la Última Batalla Túrin regresaría de entre los Muertos, y antes de abandonar los Círculos del Mundo para siempre desafiaría al Gran Dragón de Morgoth, Ancalagon el Negro, y le propinaría el golpe mortal.”

En esa última versión de la Profecía, no es Mandos el que la dice, sino una mujer mortal, y no es sobre el Fin de los Tiempos, sino sobre la Guerra de la Cólera. ¿Fue un error del profesor, o tenía en mente cambiar la historia de décadas sobre Eärendil siendo el que derrota a Ancalagon?

En uno de los textos de “La Transformación de los Mitos” ( HTM: El Anillo de Morgoth ) tal vez hay algo que tal vez sirva para iluminar un poco las intenciones del profesor en cuanto a la Profecía, en lo que concierne a la pregunta “¿quién escribió el Silmarillion”? En general se asume algo como que fue una traducción de Bilbo en Rivendell, el profesor jamás escribió nada parecido; es algo que se asume dados The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. No voy a dar un análisis completo de esa complicada cuestión, pero basta decir que Tolkien, para resolver algunas cuestiones como el absurdo del mundo originalmente plano (los elfos sabrían que nunca fue así, ya que tienen a los que construyeron al mundo literalmente a la vuelta de la esquina para preguntarles), había decidido que El Silmarillion eran leyendas humanas basadas en historias élficas, no historia élfica transcrita por humanos:

“ Lo que tenemos en el Silmarillion etc. son tradiciones (especialmente personalizadas y centradas en actores, como Fëanor) transmitidas por Hombres en Númenor y más tarde en la Tierra Media (Amor y Gondor); no obstante, ya mucho antes —desde la primera relación de los Dúnedain y los amigos de los Elfos con los Eldar de Beleriand— se mezclaron y confundieron con sus propios mitos humanos e ideas cósmicas.”

En una de las notas del Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth (también de HTM: El Anillo de Morgoth) se dice un sentimiento similar, pero más específico sobre la Segunda Profecía:

“Los Elfos pensaban que el Fin de Arda sería una catástrofe. Creían que se produciría mediante la disolución de toda la estructura de Imbar, si no del sistema entero. El Fin de Arda no es, por supuesto, lo mismo que el fin de Eä. Sobre éste sostenían que no se podía saber nada, excepto que Eä era finita en última instancia. Resulta remarcable que los Elfos no tuvieran ningún mito o leyenda en que apareciera el fin del mundo. El mito que se da al final del Silmarillion es de origen Númenóreano [CT dice aquí que si se refiere a un texto existente, es a la Segunda Profecía]; no hay duda de que procede de los Hombres, aunque éstos conocían la tradición élfica.”

Esa es, a mi parecer, la mejor manera de interpretar la Dagor Dagorath. No como parte inescapable de la historia, sino como una leyenda creada por los Hombres para los Hombres. Después de todo, es lo que más sentido tiene. ¿Por qué habrían de concederle los dioses a Túrin el regresar y matar a Morgoth? ¿Qué tiene de especial su sufrimiento desde la perspectiva de los Poderes a diferencia de miles de otras vidas arruinadas por el Enemigo? Pero desde la perspectiva de los Hombres, Túrin es uno de los más grandes y trágicos héroes qué hay, y se merece una posición privilegiada al momento de destruir la encarnación de la maldad.

#dagor dagorath #batalla de batallas #El Silmarillion #j r r tolkien #historia #john ronald reuel tolkien

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Day 5 | Prompt: The first star has shown. 

Pairing: Ilinsor x Manwë

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 200+ words

Summary: Manwë and Ilinsor take a moment to admire the first star. 

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The Elder King and he stood by the highest window in the highest tower of Ilmarin to witness the spectacle before them. The sky was now a field of stars, each as glorious as the one before it.

"The queen has outdone herself," Ilinsor observed, his eyes wide in awe. "Yet again."

The king's chest swelled with pride. "In light is her power and her joy," he utters in reverence. "And look! The first star has shown! See how it glitters! It is like a jewel set in the dark sky."

Ilinsor looked to where the first star had shown. It had first appeared in a burst of brilliant white light and warmth, surprising them all. And the King was right. It was indeed like a jewel—the most glorious, flawless jewel to be found. It glittered like a diamond, shedding its light on the world and chasing away the darkness. Awe and wonder rose anew, and Ilinsor closed his eyes. He listened. The queen's own theme could be heard: soft, distant, and sweet. He found himself swaying in response. 

Manwë stood by and studied his attendant. A slow, indulgent smile came to life.

"I should report this to my lady." The king beamed and turned to watch the star once more. "Oh yes. I must tell her this."

Ilinsor turned to face his lord, his countenance awash in embarrassment and alarm. Varda was a proud Valië. What if she took offense to his conduct? Manwë simply laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Do not fret, Ilinsor," the king soothed. "My tale will please and honor my queen greatly."

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And here it is! The list of noble houses for my Medieval! Ainur fics! I had to put some of the valar into the same houses (ex. Vána and Yavanna with Varda), but I hope this will serve. The first medieval themed fic should be up by next week.

House Ilúvatar Coat of arms: A green and gold flame upon a black field Seat: Ilmarin Region: Taniquetil Head: King Eru Ilúvatar I Heirs: Prince  Melkor (Formerly) | Prince Manwë (current) Other members of the household:  Eönwë |Urwendi | Ilinsor | Nornorë  House Motto: To serve

House Starfield Coat of arms: A five petal silver rose within a circle of seven stars, upon a midnight blue field Seat: Starfall Region: Greengrove Members: Varda | Yavanna | Vána  Other household members of note:  Aiwendil | Arien | Ilmarë  House Motto: Light and life

House Archer Coat of arms: A  mounted archer on a dark green field Seat: High Tree Hall Region: Hunter’s Pass Members: Oromë | Nessa Other household members of note:  Tilion | Alatar | Palando House Motto: Our aim is true

House Shield Coat of arms: A rampant brown bear on checkered silver and gold Seat: Stonehearth Region: Bear Wood Members: Tulkas  Other household members of note:  Lúsion | Makar | Meássë    House Motto: Without fear       

House Silverwing Coat of arms: A silver nightingale upon a white field Seat: Cedar Hall Region: Cedar Lake Members: Vairë| Estë Other household members of note:  Melian | Lëa | Nielíqui  House Motto: Patience and comfort          

House Blackgrave Coat of arms: A set of silver scales with a raven perched on top of it against a white field.   Seat: Blackgrave Region: The Haunted Pass Members Nienna | Irmo | Námo  Other household members of note:  Olórin  | Silmo House Motto:  With fair judgement and mercy  

House Day Coat of arms: A black and silver hourglass on a pale blue field Seat: The Halls of Change Region: The island of Tol Eressëa   Members: Aluin Other household members of note:  Danuin | Ranuin | Fanuin House Motto: As ceaseless as time

House  Alqualondë Coat of arms: A white swan ship upon a blue-green field   Seat: Misty Harbor Region: Alqualondë Members Ulmo Other household members of note:  Ossë | Uinen | Salmar |  Ómar House Motto: By the strength of the sea    

House Mahal   Coat of arms: An anvil and hammer against a golden field   Seat: Golden Forge Region: Almaren Members: Aulë  Other household members of note:  Curumo | Velindo  House Motto: Ever industrious     

House Ironwrath Coat of arms: Two crossed black war hammers upon a crimson field Seat: Angband Region: The Iron Mountains Members: Melkor  Other household members of note:  Mairon | Gothmog | Tevildo | Thuringwethil House Motto: A servant to no one

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Ilmarin, seat of House Ilúvatar and Medieval! King Eru, Prince Manwë, Eönwë, Urwendi, Ilinsor and Nornorë

Full list of the great noble house of Valinor can be read here.

Built atop a flat, wide ridge in the mountains of Taniquetil, Ilmarin is the ancient seat of both House Ilúvatar and the king of Valinor, King Eru. As it is located several thousand feet above the valleys and forests beneath it, it can only be approached by a single, winding pathway called the “Serpent’s Trail,” and that too using hardy ponies bred specifically to make the climb. These ponies are stabled at the garrison situated at the base of the mountains, and that too only after receiving the crown’s permission to do so.

The buildings within are fed by special pipes that lead to underground aquifers and springs. These pipes have to be inspected regularly for wear and tear to ensure the palace and surrounding buildings have a regular supply of water even during the harsh winter months.

1. The royal palace: This is the home of the royal family and their attendants. Due to the difficulty and dangers of making one’s way up or down the Serpent’s Trail, the palace has an abundance of small apartments for envoys and guests from other regions. The largest library in all of Valinor can be found here.

2. The kitchen keep: Food is prepared here, and servants have rooms in the lower floors to live in. The kitchen also boasts a small music room and library for the servants’ amusement.

3. The royal gardens: The royal gardens are located within one large glass house, so that those who live in Ilmarin can enjoy a taste of spring any time of the year.

4. The observatory: The observatory stands higher than the palace itself, with a great room right at the top, containing the largest seeing glass in the kingdom.

5. Royal Chapel: Private prayers, ceremonies, and feasts to the gods are held here.

6. Dovecote

7. Granary

8. Smithy

9. Royal Garrison

10. Stables: The horses of Ilmarin are some of the largest to be found, and have been bred to handle the extreme cold of the mountains.

11. Kennels

12. Sparring yard: All who use the sparring yard, even the king himself, must do so as equals. Rank and title must be forgotten when opponents challenge each other to mock fights and training. Practice jousts are held here as well, if the weather is good.

13. Entrance to the inner bailey and portcullis

14. Gatehouse

Coat of arms for House Ilúvatar: A green and gold flame upon a black field

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#medieval! au #medieval! ainur #medieval! eru #medival! manwë #the silm #the silm imagine

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Book of Lost Tales Prompts

This is a list of prompts I have compiled from the Book of Lost Tales, Volume 1. As mentioned in September, I have written a short fic (200+ words and up) for each prompt, and for the following characters:

Ilinsor | Nornorë | Lúsion | Makar | Meássë | Nielíquie | Tevildo | Salmar | Ómar (Amillo) | Silmo | Aluin | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Telimektar

Posts have been scheduled from 3rd November onward, on every weekday. Group headcanons will be posted every Sunday. Feel free to use these as inspiration for your fics, or to receive requests.

The prompts:

Wrath like thunder

Tree-propped halls

Cooling drinks

Flitting like a fawn

Cold without mercy

The first star has shown

Woods of the Great Lands

Wistful and tender

Dark and strange paths

Fires without restraint

Splendor of Laurelin

Radiance of Silpion

Dark shores

Blazing lamps

When the sun first arose

Sunless sea

Golden fruit

Twilit sky

Majesty and glory

Smoldering desires

#the book of lost tales #prompts #November prompts #bookoflosttalesmonth

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Courtship with: Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar | Nielíquie | Silmo | Tevildo | Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Ilinsor x Reader

This one did my head in quite a bit, but I hope you all enjoy reading them

Warnings - Mentions of: Alcohol | Thralldom | Sparring | Intimidation (towards others) | Marking | Jealousy | Death

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Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar: Courtship with them means outings to watch Valmar’s finest musicians and poets and storytellers put on plays, poetry recitals, and symphonies beneath the stars, or visits to Tol Eressëa. They would wine you, dine you, and shower you with unsolicited compliments on how wonderful you look and how grateful they are to have you. They are also quite good when it comes to listening and will cheer you on when you are in need of it.

Neither Salmar nor Ómar are prone to jealousy and will think nothing of your interactions with famous elves and Ainur greater than even them. Trust is an important quality to them, and they will show you that they trust you implicitly.

Salmar would seat you beneath the golden leaves of Laurelin and serenade you with a melody he composed himself. Or he would take you to the shores of Tol Eressëa, so the two of you could explore its beaches, keep a watch for the whales that pull Ulmo’s chariot to the surface, or sit still and listen to the sounds of the Ulumúri.

Ómar will often read to you or teach you a new language. To encourage you to learn more and for the both of you to enjoy the experience, he would arrange little scavenger hunt-type games all over his manse and the gardens where you have to interpret words and clues correctly in order to win the game.

Gifts from them usually come in the form of little music boxes that play sweet songs when you wind them or poetry and songs that have been composed in your honor.

Nielíquie | Silmo: Courtship with them is playful, light, and full of mischief. They would take you on long, leisurely walks all over the forest of Oromë or the Gardens of Lórien, or invite you to picnics beneath the canopy of a large tree, or, in Nielíquie’s case, tea in the tree-propped halls she calls home.

Silmo would bring you bouquets full of flowers found only in the Gardens, and prepare for you little treats using herbs and fruits found there. Other times, he would take you to search for rare moths and butterflies that call the Gardens their home. And other times, games of hide and seek beneath the stars.

Nielíquie would prepare for you meals from her father’s kitchens, and the two of you would play with the hunting dogs that often hang around the feasting hall. Sometimes she would invite you to climb onto the thick branches of the trees that grow in every hall, so that two of you could talk or silently watch the others as they went about their day. Other times, she would gift you rare feathers, shells, and bones for you to wear on your clothes or fix to your hair. If she gets in the mood for it, she will carve little trinkets for you out of wood.

Silmo and Nielíquie are two of the most affectionate Ainur, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, especially when you are least expecting it. Trust is just as important to them, but Silmo might become a bit playful about it and tease you about the elf or the ainu that tried to flirt with you.

Tevildo: Courtship with him almost always includes an elaborate feast, one that he prepared with his own hands. Tevildo knows how to set a tasty table, and the food and drink are both plentiful and to your liking.

He can be exceedingly generous if he likes you, often presenting you with gifts that he knows are suited to your interests. Sometimes these gifts are priceless jewels and trinkets that one would never see in one’s lifetime. Other times, he would command his thralls to wait on you, hand on foot, while he is away. And there are other times where he will craft little trinkets himself, usually jewel encrusted collars you could wear around your throat.

Tevildo prefers open and polyamorous relationships to monogamous ones, so you would have to be willing to accept such an arrangement if he pursues you. However, if you do capture his particular attention, he will become exceedingly jealous, openly declaring that you are one of his chosen companions and marking you as his so the others will know to leave you alone. He would even kill someone if they dared to show anything other than an innocent interest in you.

Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar: These Ainur are not the most expressive when it comes to tender words, the giving of gifts, acts of service, or quality time itself, so they make up for the lack by being physical with hugs, hand holding, and acts of intimacy.

Courtship with them means outings to the arena to watch athletes spar against each other, or them, if they are challenged. Courtship with them also means dancing, play fighting or learning a new sport together. Lúsion and Telimektar are elegant dancers, while Makar and Meássë prefer sparring to gliding across a dance floor. Still, they would make the effort for your sake, and the night will either end up with you being left breathless and giddy (if you’re dancing with Lúsion and Telimektar) or reduced to fits of giggles along with your partner (if you’re dancing with Makar and Meássë).

Activities such as hiking, archery, and horseback riding will occupy the majority of their time with you. They will teach you if you are a beginner, or use the need to teach as an excuse to be near you.

Jealousy is a common trait for all of them. If they see someone besides them getting too close to you, they will walk up to you and your new acquaintance and introduce themselves. Given their reputation as fierce warriors, putting the fear of Eru into the mind of your new acquaintance and sending them running is nothing for them. What gifts they do give you are simple but well made. Leather bracelets, steel jewelry, and, if you have an interest in them, finely forged weapons.

Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin : These Ainur do not have much time for their partners or even themselves due to the duties they have been charged with, but they go over and beyond when they get the opportunity to do so. Courtship with them often means being whisked away to Ilmarin or the Timeless Halls themselves for these meetings.

Nornorë is often away due to his role as a herald for the Elder King, so when the chance to call on you presents itself, he prefers to take you to Ilmarin. There, the two of you could go to the highest window of the highest tower and watch the stars while clouds swirl beneath the gates of the lofty halls. He would lead you to a little room so the two of you could eat and spend time with each other, or he would stay with you at the base of Taniquetil, taking you around the city the Vanyar built for themselves. Other times, he would write beautiful letters and send them to you when duty keeps him away. His gifts are always uncommon things he finds when he has to travel all over Valinor and Middle-Earth to carry out his duties.

Aluin, Fanuin, Ranuin, and Danuin are, more often than not, away in the Timeless Halls. It is a place full of mystery and wonder, and you are the only outsider permitted to enter it. What free time they have would be devoted entirely to you. They would enchant their own chambers to mimic your favorite time of the day, the season, or the year. Their gifts vary, from bejeweled sun dials or sand clocks, silver stars or golden sun pendants, gems that look like leaves or snowflakes, to beautifully painted maps of Eä.

Jealousy is not always a problem with them, but they may take it into their head to remind you who you belong to if they find someone else trying to become too friendly with you.

Ilinsor: Before the destruction of the trees, Ilinsor would often call on you. After the Two Trees were destroyed and he was charged with guiding the moon, Ilinsor could no longer come to Valinor. It is as hard for him as it is for you, but he still finds a way to see you, often visiting you in your dreams by making the most out of Ósanwe. Through these means, he can recreate all sorts of wonderful scenes to spend time with you, whether it be a beach at twilight or forests bathed in bright sunlight.

He cannot send you gifts himself, so he often calls on Nornorë's aid for this purpose. Letters, poems, and bejeweled gifts are the order of the day, for he loves to spoil you. Ilinsor can become extremely jealous as well, for he is so far away from you. He would ask you to wear a special locket around your neck so that rivals for your affections would see it and look elsewhere for a companion.

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By the light of the moon

🌙Pairing: Tilion x Fem. Reader (Elf/established relationship | Second person POV)

🌙Themes: Mild smut | Soft 

🌙Word count: 1.6 words

🌙Warnings: Kissing | Some foreplay | Size kink | Penetrative sex | Cream pie 

🌙Summary: After many nights part, Tilion returns, albeit briefly. 

🌙Spicy level: 🔥  | Minors DNI | 18+

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The moon had already risen when he came.

The hour was late for many, but not for him. This was the world he reveled in, where others slumbered and naught could be heard but the wind in the trees and fountains bubbling away in silent gardens, where the air was sweet and clean, and cool to the skin. Tilion savoured it all, but there was something else that called him, that made him walk and walk, past quiet groves and over cobbled pathways, on and on until he found what he was looking for: a beautiful stone cottage and a wooden door painted a deep, deep blue and a single silver star at its center, and a ground floor window that was always kept open for him.

And this was how he found you after making his way inside, into your bedroom: snug under your pelts and blissfully asleep. He padded up to the bed, barefoot as always, and took a moment to just watch you—how your chest rose with each breath, how you sighed contentedly into your pillows. A brief moment was all he took, before slipping out of his garments and making his way under the covers. Tilion was freed of his duties for this night, and he wanted to make the most of it, for he didn't know when he would be able to come again.

"Little star," he breathed softly before pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. 

It had been so long, so very long since he had last seen you. As guardian of both the moon and Ilinsor, Tilion had to spend most of his time in Ilmen, in the starry heavens, a place you could never go to. He had to come to Arda instead to see you. Not the he minded, not one bit. Tilion considered the journey worth it if it meant an hour spent in your company.

"My love," you mumbled as his kisses continued unabated. Tilion pressed one sweet kiss after another, sneaking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. That woke you—the arm around your waist, the lips against your neck. He had come back to you. "You're here." You turned and pressed your lips against his. "You're really here."

Tilion smiled as he moved onto his back and held you over him. "I am here, little star. What happened while I was away?"

You told him, holding nothing back. You told him about the spring planting and the picnics, about the wizards' fireworks and the swims in the lake. Tilion arched a brow at this.

"Swimming?" he said, his voice as soft as his kiss. "With whom?"

"Just my friends," you snickered. Tilion was jealous; it was there in that sudden flash in his silvery eyes. "You have met them, Melara and Sarell?"

Tilion remembered, of course. He was most embarrassed, and more than a little foolish. "I have," he said, his fingers curling around your hair. "I just wish I could do it with you."

"Perhaps we can do it now, while you're here," your skin warmed with each breath he took, and your body rose every time he exhaled. He didn't feel it, the weight of you over him, and you relished it, how his cool skin felt under you. It made it all real, to feel his fana shudder beneath your body. "The lake is not that far."

"Later," Tilion said, anticipating a late-night dip in the lake. But for now, he had other things in mind. He had to leave by dawn, and dawn was only a few hours away. "Until then, little star, come here."

This kiss was just as sweet as the others and so full of longing. Soft, bow-like lips opened over yours, the sweetness of them pouring into your mouth and leaving you breathless. You purred helplessly into that kiss, your entire body quivering when his tongue licked past your lips and flicked against yours. Tilion held you gently, as he always did, smiling into his kiss as you melted him.

He kissed you until you trembled, until you were a whimpering mess in his embrace. Impatient, he tugged at the wisps you called a shift over your head, tossing them to the floor so he could feel your skin against his. And his kisses grew hungry, so very hungry, like he had been deprived for many moons. If asked, Tilion would readily admit that he was deprived, of your touch, your body, your very presence. His kiss devoured and ignited needs that were dark and sinful, needs that only he could satisfy. You felt it in the blood pounding in your ears and in the heat pooling in your core. Those needs grew and grew, whipped at you like new coils, and rendered you weak to his ministrations. Oh, and how he did so, lavishing you with his attention and his touch. Tilion would run his hands all over your body—your arms, your thighs. He'd run his hands repeatedly over your hair as if he had never felt anything finer. And those hands of his—a hunter's hands, a warrior's hands—were firm and yet so gentle at the same time. How you missed it, dreamed of it.

 “I missed you, my love," you whispered shakily when you felt a hardening against your hip. He was as ready as you. "Will you be staying long this time?"

"Only till dawn, little star," Tilion murmured, his arms tightening around your waist. "So let us make this count, all right?"

There was no point in being disappointed. This was his duty, one he could not shake off. But he always came to you, and only you, the moment he was allowed to, and he didn't leave your side until he had no choice but to do so. You sat up, taking in his perfect countenance, the magnificent antlers that distinguished him from the other Maia, the snowy-white hair that spread across your pillows and glowed in the light of the full moon, and the eyes that only sought yours.

Till dawn, he said. Dawn was a good few hours away still, and there was plenty of time for the two of you to make the most of every moment before he had to go back. 

"Yes," you breathed and moved lower, your hands gripping his arms for support. "We should make this count, my love."

His grin matched yours, wanton and wicked. He gripped your hips while you hovered over him, gently guiding you onto him. How it jolted you, to feel the sheer length of him push deep inside you, to feel the waves of subtle pain and unimaginable pleasure that would wash over you again and again. Only Tilion could fill you like this, as if he were made for you, and you for him. And the sounds he made, deep and drugging, filled the silent room. How you couldn't get enough of it, those moans and whimpers of his. 

"I absolutely adore feeling you around me," he groaned, harsh and ragged, when you sheathed him completely. 

You hummed in triumph when that grip on your hips hardened as if wanting you to move. You waited instead, your hands gliding over his broad torso, over muscles that trembled beneath your palms, over skin that seemed to warm at your touch. "Just as much as I cannot get enough of you inside me," you nearly sobbed when he moved instead, his thrust reaching the deepest parts of you. 

Tilion kept a good grip on your hips, paying no mind to the fingers that dug into his arms. "Then move, little star," he growled. "Let me feel more of you."

You did, with slow, rocking movements. Your breath hitched as deft and nimble fingers made their way over your belly, as large hands glided up, slowly, oh so slowly, to the soft swell of your breasts. His touch was so gentle, so careful, and so skilled that each flick and caress stoked the fire already burning inside of you and made you moan.

How Tilion had hungered to hear it—the sounds you made when he gave you pleasure. All that time away, not feeling the warmth of your body or the sound of your voice; it was like torture for him, and now he feasted on every sound you made and on the tiniest movement of your body over his.

"That's it, little star," he moaned when you braced against his arms to go faster, your breath growing deeper with each passing moment. Tilion withdrew his hands and moved them to your hips agaib, bringing you down harder as pressure grew low in his belly. He felt it, in the ever-growing trembling in his fana, in the erratic movement of your body. A wave grew, one of unimaginable bliss, and if the wildness of that wave ruled him, it ruled you too. The two of you grew lost in each other, elf and Maia, bodies cleaving to each other, and that wave rose higher and higher, and the bliss with it, and then-

The world seemed to go white and stop spinning. His name parted your lips in a half-moan, half-whisper as your orgasm ripped through you. Strong hands held onto you, steadying you as a sweet haze of absolute satisfaction settled over you. So lost were you in that haze that you barely heard it—the deep, satisfying grunt as Tilion spilled his seed inside you.

Little could be heard, save for pelts slowly rustling and soft pants. Tilion held onto you, whispering sweet, soothing words even as he moved onto his side, taking you with him. He held onto you for as long as you needed, his hands brushing stray locks of hair out of your eyes. You blinked once, twice, before opening your eyes fully and looking up at him. His lips slowly curled into a lazy smile. 

"Little star," he whispered, his arms tightening around your waist as if he didn't want to let you go. "How I missed you so."

Tilion said many other things—things he had been wanting to say for the longest possible time. And you listened, the feelings you had for him growing even stronger. And the two of you held each other once more and loved each other once more, before the lure of a late-night swim in the lake proved too hard to pass up.

The separations were always hard, but nights like this made it all worth it.

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What sort of weapons, armor and powers they may possess in a Medieval! AU

A/n: In the Medieval! AU, Nornorë and Ilinsor are demi-god siblings, and both have wings.

Warnings: Armor | Weapons of various kinds | Mentions of injury and fighting and death

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⚔ Nornorë: His armor is a cuirass and faulds made especially for him. The back plate comes in three separate pieces and has holes that allow room for his wings. It is light in weight, allowing him to twist and move with greater ease without impeding his speed. His armor is enameled in silver with white lace-like scroll work all over it. His helm is of the same color, and has falcon wings on either side, wrought in silver.

Nornorë’s weapon of choice is a long sword named “Silence” as it does not make a sound even when it strikes flesh and armor. Like all warriors who are proven to be loyal to the realm, his sword has been dipped in the dews of the Sacred Trees of Greengrove. Besides “Silence”, Nornorë carries a shield that bears the green and gold flames of the royal House of Ilúvatar.

⚔ Lúsion: His armor consists chiefly of boiled leather and a dull gold enameled cuirass decorated with leaf-like scroll work and bears. He has a distinctive helm that has been crafted to look like a growling bear’s head. His shield is enameled in dull gold as well, and it too has a growling bear’s head engraved in the center.

As a warrior who is more brawler than swordsman, Lúsion is a firm believer in his own strength and his own fists when it comes to fighting. However, he does carry a pair of brass knuckles and a heavy, spiked ball flail called the "Mangler,” which he uses with deadly accuracy when necessary.

⚔ Makar: Another warrior who is more brawler than swordsman, Makar prefers his fists over all else. His armor is heavy steel plate enameled in rich crimson, without device or ornamentation. His helm is of crimson enamel as well, and his black shield bears the bloody hand of House Tarkil.

As mentioned above, Makar prefers his fists to weapons. However, he still has a weapon of choice, a spiked billhook with a hammer on one end that he brings down on his opponents face if he manages to unhorse them.

⚔ Meássë: Her choice of weapons and armor can be found in this Medieval! Bio I did for her.

⚔ Nielíquie: She prefers light mail, and she bears no weapons. Her skills lie in the realm of magic, as she has mastery over flora and fauna. Nielíquie can communicate with animals, use them to spy on enemies, and even manipulate trees and vines and grass to aide her during battle.

⚔ Ilinsor: Like Nornorë, Ilinsor too requires a light-weight cuirass with a back plate that comes in three separate pieces and with holes that allow room for his wings. And like Nornorë, Ilinsor’s armor is enameled in silver, but with dull blue scrollwork etched to look like gusts of wind.

Ilinsor does not care for full swords, as he prefers finely forged stilettos that he keeps hidden in his armor. This allows him to carry out surprise attacks and wound his opponents by sticking the blades through the little gaps in their armor. His helm has no ornamentation. As the half-mortal children of a wind god, both he and his brother Nornorë possess limited mastery over wind, and will use this when necessary to throw off opponents.

⚔ Tevildo: A powerful shape-shifter, Tevildo, when in non-bestial form, dons armor of light steel plate enameled in black, with gold inlaid on the greaves and gauntlets. His long sword, “Darkheart”, is forged out of a rare black steel found only in the Iron Mountains, and like his armor, it too is inlayed with gold.

Tevildo’s armor is enchanted with a spell, allowing it to change with him when he takes on his bestial form. Thus, he can change shape any time he wishes and not inconvenience himself by having to dispose of his armor.

⚔ Salmar and Ómar (Amillo): The brothers prefer light mail hauberks and padded under-tunics to heavy-plated armor, with blue-green silk over-tunics that bear the white swan ship sigil of House Alqualondë.

Their weapons of choice are both the longbow and the crossbow. But that is not all. The siblings have other gifts that they use as weapons when necessary. For Ómar, it is his voice. It is enchanted, and when he chooses to do so, he can so sweetly, it places all those around him in a trance-like state. For his brother, it is an enchanted harp. Because of these gifts, they often aid others by disguising themselves as minstrels and enchanting their enemies into trances during feasts, battles, etc.

⚔ Silmo: An archer without peer, Silmo is one of only a handful of archers to bear a silver-gold longbow made from the branches of the Sacred Trees of Greengrove. A thin, padded-under tunic, light mail, and silks bearing the colors of House Blackgrave make up his armor.

He can sense the presence of souls as well, and would communicate with them to gain information about nearby enemy movements.

⚔ Aluin: The lord of time has no need for armor, preferring to garb himself in silks instead. If he ever marched to war, he could change time itself, slowing it down to aid his own warriors, or change time for a particular enemy instead, making them either so old or young and weak that they could no longer fight.  

⚔ Fanuin, Ranuin, and Danuin: Much like their father, the siblings have no real need for armor. However, they wear them all the same, and all are lightweight cuirasses.

Danuin’s armor is enchanted to change color based on the time of day. During daylight hours, his armor would turn golden and yellow, with suns etched all over. At night, it turns black and blue, with a silver crescent moon in the center.

Ranuin’s armor changes color according to the season. Various shades of green with swaying trees etched into the steel during spring. Golden with a rotating sun during summer. Crimson during autumn, with leaves falling due to the wind. White with silver snowflakes that drift during winter.

Fanuin’s armor is always white, with silver lace-like scroll swirling clockwise.

Each sibling could use their mastery in certain aspects of time to their advantage: They can make the day unbearably hot, the nights intolerably cold. They could stop spring rains, ruin autumn harvests, and even blight enemy land with harsh winters. They could even age their enemies, but they are nowhere as skilled as their father. Due to these powers, they and their father, more often than not, choose the path of neutrality in order to prevent too much harm being caused to the land and the fabric of time itself.

⚔ Telimektar: His plated armor is enameled in silver with gold inlay on his gauntlets. There is no decoration on his armor save for a golden rampant bear in the center of his chest plate to represent his House.

Telimektar prefers weapons over fighting in hand-to-hand combat. He carries a flanged mace and a silver-inlay sword named “Heartseeker”, and he serves as a mounted lancer, riding his horse into battle at any given opportunity.

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