#mairon the admirable

[lieutenant-of-darkness]

Mairon in Valinor

Artwork by @drawulan, commissioned by me

#Mairon #Mairon in Valinor #before all the shit went down #look at him #fire spirit #flame eternal #and all the pretty gems and golden adornments #look at the background - the universe was just created #their commissions are open #I gifted this commission to myself as a birthday present #very pleasant process #and LOOK AT HIM #afsosrfsoisdfdklgj #Mairon the Admirable #My Precious #sauron #silmarillion #silmarillion art

[cirrdan]

Just an evening Sauron doodle

#just sketching instead of going to sleep #sauron #mairon #tolkien universe #lotr #the silmarillion #tolkien stuff #digital art #tolkien fandom #silmarillion #silmart #mairon the admirable #melkors husband lol #the one ring #thelordoftherings #doodling #silm

[meohme-thedorklord]

The Hot Sauron Week

DAY 4:

POV Noldorin she-elves: Mairon the Admirable leaving the forge after a busy day of work

Or…

Halbrand/Sauron’s Coachella fancy dress

#halbrand #the rings of power #sauron #lotr #charlie vickers #mairon the admirable #sheskhy

[cconfusionh]

✨the admirable✨

here’s this painting that I finally finished after like, two months of work :) it’s a school project and I’m very satisfied with how it turned out. it’s painted on a wooden panel of like 50 by 50 centimeters, and I took inspiration from the art nouveau style because it’s my favorite

#my art #mairon #mairon the admirable #sauron #the lord of the rings #lotr fanart #lotr #tolkien #tolkien art #actually really proud of this #gorthaur #the rings of power #angband #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanart

[urwendii]

Related to this post. Mairon gets a pet

#mai mae & ossë roadtrip in middle earth #mairon #sauron #he s a spider person bc he admires the symmetry of their webs #ft my wonderful talent when i draw in samsung notes 🤣🤣🤣🤣 #*bg noises of Maedhros screeching*

[edensrose]

Do you think Mairon likes the fact that he was dubbed Sauron or like, do you think he has a personal vendetta on all who call him that

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #sauron #mairon #imagine waking up one day #and your name : admirable #is replaced by the abhorred #i mean hey id wanna kill them too

[darkredmage]

Mairon my beloved

#get it #mairon means the admirable #admired . beloved. #ani.wav

[sauronpilled]

He continued to call himself Mairon the Admirable, or Tar-mairon ("King Excellent"), until after Númenor's downfall, although he could not use that name in Númenor, as it was a Quenya name with royal implications. There he was called Zigûr, meaning "Wizard" in Adûnaic.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #the silm #lord of the rings #lotr #mairon #sauron #annatar #tar mairon #zigur #you all better hype this up i stayed up till 1 am for this #tudor fashion icon mairon #your honor my client just speed up the process of numenor downfall #saint mairon ( that's how he view himself while the city is sinking ) #original work : my art

[cilil]

In today's episode of random Mairon feels: Thinking about how insanely admirable and charismatic and beautiful he is... but when jealousy, grief or hatred take over, something savage and ugly shines through

#something something fallen angels and corruption #something something inner evil manifesting #mairon #sauron #headcanons #my headcanons #silm #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings #thoughts and feelings

[tackletofset]

Dark Rise theories I disagree with and why:

Sarcean r*ped Anharion: I find it perplexing that many people still believe in this lie. It's canon that Anharion "had GIVEN himself" to Sarcean, and "the feeling of being taken, melting heat, and the fall of hair around him like black silk" is a very poor way to describe a noncon situation.

The on-and-off Collar switch: What makes you think that Sarcean wouldn't be dead by Anharion's hands the second he "switched off" the Collar, if it was as coercive as they thought?

Will and James will "dissolve" after getting their memories back and morph fully into their past selves: The memories serve as key to make decisions about their present and future. In order for Will and James to decide for themselves, they must understand the full truth of Sarcean and Anharion without the biases, prejudices, and agendas of those around them. Pacat has made it clear that Will and Sarcean will ultimately choose different paths, despite being two incarnations of the same person. The former chooses to rule, while the latter prefers freedom, and both choices are valid given their respective situations. The endgame should be putting Sarcean and Anharion to rest so that Will and James can move forward: Will must reconcile with his past in order to navigate his future.

Anharion's real name was a deadname: I say this as a person under the trans* umbrella. "Anharion" wasn't a name he had chosen for himself; it was an insult coined by the Light side. Perhaps he had come to embrace it out of spite. Just as Melkor (Mighty Arising) was dubbed "Morgoth" (black foe) by his enemies, and Mairon (The Admirable) was later called "Sauron" (the Abhorred), I believe Anharion's real name will be revealed in Book 3, with a positive meaning. I can't wait to call him "Queen (Real name)."

Will or James having to k*ll the other/k*ll themselves: Pacat intended to break the pattern where queer protagonists always met tragic ends. It was one of her motivations for writing Captive Prince and also emphasized a lot during Dark Rise interviews.

We will have a sad ending: Pacat stated in a December 2021 Q&A that a "happy ending [was] guaranteed" for the aforementioned reason.

James has no agency: James has plenty of agency, even amidst his complicated situations, with many people constantly attempting to violate his boundaries. James has consistently made his choices and desires clear. The unconventional nature of his choices, which may not always make sense to others, does not diminish their validity.

Sarcean was fully evil: "The Dark King did Nothing Wrong" nuff said.

#Sarcean was always the LESSER evil between him and the Light side #will kempen #james st clair #anharion #sarcean #dark rise #dark heir #cs pacat #dark heir spoilers #dr theory

[thewitchkingiscool-ace]

Omg guys the LotR tag is trending :DDD

New tag game: tag all of the lotr/the hobbit mutuals you have

LOTR FANS I SUMMON YOU

@bilbo-baggins-is-a-fcking-vibe @unethicallypleistocene @hobbitwrangler @horsewithaface @local-pirate-king @solidorange69 @kylobith @am0o5 @frodothefair @raccooninmycabbages @lowopacityelrondpussy @friendofthefellowship @bookworm-with-coffee @deadlymistletoe @unicornslayerofd000m @spookylolbit @mairon-the-admirable @goblincoreinfp @melkor-the-first-dark-lord @mrfrodosstuff @bambino1294 @brigwife

#lotr

[wrath-ruin-reddawn]

Genuinely cannot get over how perfect Halbrand as a name is I would like to give the writer who came up with it a huge kiss.

Like, in the most common Sindarin interpretation, the name consists of the elements hall- "exalted, high" and brand "noble, admirable, fine." HOWEVER, hall- can also mean "veiled, hidden, or shadowed." Already, just at first pass, it's a great name for a Sauron in disguise, because it captures a duality and ambiguity that keeps you guessing, just like the character himself. It's also a callback to Sauron's first name, Mairon, which means "admirable."

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!

Tolkien often took name roots with Germanic origins for his human characters, particularly the Middle Men. In Old English, hal can mean "a secret place" or "whole, undivided" and brand can mean either "torch" or "sword"--a good combination of meanings, given that the entire Southlands arc revolves around a "lost king" uniting his country, only for it to be consumed in fire by a sword being put in a secret lock. Plus, there's the combination of "torch" and "sword" in brand that evokes smithing, especially with the more Modern English use of a "brand" being a mark that is made with heated metal.

And we're not done yet!

In Old Norse, the name element hall comes from hallr "stone, slab," and much like in Old English brandr means "sword, torch." Again, "stone sword" is a very apt name given that putting the hilt in stone is the way to open the floodgates. AND, I don't think it's any coincidence that there's another famous lost king who pulls a sword from a stone... yeah, they snuck a King Arthur reference in there!

Some linguistics nerd on the team really went, "I am going to give this dude the NAMIEST NAME THAT HAS EVER NAMED. It is going to be multilayered and work in several languages and remain just ambiguous enough that even if people [read: me] are crazy enough to look up its meanings they won't get a definitive answer." And that was so sexy of them, my hat is off to them for doing a fantastic job.

Update: I'm doing more name analyses! You can find them here: Arondir | Bronwyn | Rowan | Theo | Tredwill | Waldreg

#the rings of power #trop #trop meta #HALBRAND #WHAT A NAME I AM STILL NOT OVER IT #I'm thinking I should do a series breaking down the name meanings for all of the show only characters what do y'all think?

[cirrdan]

Mairon, working at the Aule's forge.

And Melkor, watching him somewhere in the background:D

#just some tolkien stuff #the silmarillion #tolkien universe #digital arwork #lotr #tolkien fandom #silm memes #melkor #sauron #morgoth #mairon #aule #mairon the admirable #middle earth #tolkien stuff #silmarillion #arda #aulesforge #mairontheblacksmith #sauron x melkor

[storiesofventure]

Galadriel and Halbrand admiring the light version of Mordor: Galador. I painted this for @elliecarina fic the “Trials of Mairon” and captured her vision.

Here’s the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42374703?view_full_work=true

#sauron #haladriel #halbrand #the rings of power #galadriel #the lord of the rings #my art #amazon rings of power #saurondriel #fanart #digital art #the trials of mairon

[urwendii]

There's something about Mairon being named Mairon is that it is an elvish name, in A Name for the Dark Lord by Helge Fauskanger it's debated that since Mairon is a Quenya name [based on the word Maira (Q) = “admirable, excellent, precious, splendid, sublime” ] it could have been given by the Elves when he was still in Valinor. This of course is in one of Tolkien's earlier experimentation with Sauron's earlier career in a timeline the Maia would have lived amongst the Elves in Valinor before joining Melkor. That we know was then abandoned.

If you know me, you know that's my favourite headcanon. And it makes it easier to explain his original name. The other is that Valarin and Eldarin could have been similar but Tolkien also dropped the idea when he decided that when the Elves began working on their own languages they were encouraged to come up with one that was different from Valarin. Except it definitely made it into Quenya (and even in Aidunic somehow? [iniðil "lily, or other large single flower" appears in Adûnaic (Númenórean) as inzil "flower"]).

Ainur have Valarin names: Manwë = Mânawenûz , Aulë = A3ûlêz, Ossë = Ošošai/ Ošša ¹ so it is not too far fetched to claim that Mairon would have had his own Valarin name. My point - and one of my favourite idea to toy with when writing, is this one:

if you follow canon and Elves had never met Mairon would they be aware of his original name as generations pass? if let's say Fëanor grew curious when apprenticing under Aulë - about his mysterious gifted former Maia and the Vala would have revealed that Sauron had once been called Mairon (then running with the idea that his Valarin name would have been adapted in Quenya like the rest of the Ainur dealing in Valinor for practical reasons) would it be something that would have become popular knowledge to his kids or nephews? Or even better, would the Sindarin Elves be aware? I doubt the Noldor in exile would have kept this on top of their minds when trying to stay alive - esp. when Morgoth was a bigger threat atm.

Now, Sauron was a moniker given in disdain and Mairon continued to call himself by his pretty name until Akkalabeth but I highly doubted that outside of Melkor and possibly those in his immediate entourage it was common knowledge for the average Elf trying not to end up in Mandos Halls. If someone in the First Age (or early second) would have encountered a random dude walking Middle Earth and saying his name was Mairon, how many exactly would have connected the dots?

#YES I HAVE NERDED #anyway i was in the middle of writing and things got ...yeah i digressed a lot #cassy.tolkien #anyway i like the idea that the Valinor peeps would have tried to keep the name mairon banished somehow #esp since maimai kept using it when he was not so admirable anymore... #so to me its not common knowledge that the legendary maia smith the elves from valinor heard about = sauron #《《mairon》》 #lang: valarin

[saintsilmarillion]

Our Antlers Tangled Interlude 8

Desires & Destruction for @feast-of-horns

Eönwë seeks the truth of Mairon's seduction

Full finished fic on AO3

Rating E

Chapt specific warnings: a bit of PDA

Eönwë has to see for himself, he has to know without a doubt that what they say is true. He cannot believe it. Least of all from Calinár who, for all his faults, never speaks false. That may well have changed during the long years spent in Utumno. Much else has.

His entire tale could be a trick of some greater plan, just as Ossë and Uinen claim of their part in it. Lord Manwë himself despairs of clarifying one singular narrative from all the rumours.

Calinár cannot be trusted. He believed they might retain any friendship while sundered by loyalty to warring forces. Eönwë knows otherwise. But, if Uinen spoke true in her account, if Mairon has not fallen, there is hope for Calinár too.

Eönwë comes to the Iron Mountains, flying low around their cliffs, surveying the sparkling silver snow and the deep shadows where the lamplight fails.

There is a great smog cloaking the valleys beyond the first of the range. Smoke and ash roil where Illuin illuminates the edges of its mass.

‘Little herald.’ A voice like gravity grips Eönwë, calling him out of the sky whether he wills it or not. 

The Dark Vala stands near the apex of the tallest mountain In the range wearing the red of an old slaughter, crowed with gold, black hair curling with the same restlessness of smoke.  

Eönwë arrests his descent, managing to land some distance from the vala.

‘What foul scheme stirs the slumbering darkness from beyond the Iron Mountains?’ He calls out, bracing his spirit against the evil powers of the Dark Lord. 

‘Has my brother sent you to check on me? Or is this vigilance stirred by more personal attachments?’ Melkor, leering as though he knows anything of Eönwë's mind. He radiates his usual smugness. But there is something changed about him. A smouldering quality to his darkness that bodes ill.

‘It is true, you have torn many into your darkness that were once my friends.’ 

‘Those that join me do so of their free will. Your friends would happily welcome you  among them again, if you were inclined to unshackle your wings as they have.’ He holds a hand out as if it were a physical offer. ‘I would spare you the sorrow to come.’ 

Are there flames burning in the darkness of his eyes? Points of red beside the blue?

‘What do you mean to do?’ Eönwë bristles.

‘It is not me you should fear, little herald.’ Melkor smiles. It is deeply unsettling and strikingly familiar. 

‘Eönwë, to what do we owe the pleasure?’ A beautiful, unchanged voice breaks the tension. 

Mairon crests the mountain, clad in brighter red than Melkor, but similar in its revealing cut and many adornments. He wears several chains and sharp spikes of dark iron encircle his forehead. A sign of his unwilling capture?

But his aura’s transformation shocks through Eönwë; a quietly brilliant spirit broken into an erratic, wild thing. That cannot be falsified.

He is taller than Eönwë has ever seen a maia stand, rivalling the Dark Vala in bearing.

‘I had to know if they spoke true of you, Mairon.’ He says, dismayed by what he sees. 

'What is it that they say about me?’ Mairon asks with exaggerated interest, his golden eyes wide. He comes up beside Melkor and casually links his arm through the vala’s. 

Eönwë finds himself squirming before their joint scrutiny. 

'That you were seduced by your pride, granted twisted powers by the Dark Lord and that now you stand as his chief servant and lieutenant, having deposed even mighty Gothmog.’ It hurts Eönwë to speak Calinár’s fallen name so assuredly. 

At their meeting, the umaia shared an entirely different story to those of Almaren, claiming his own freedom from Utumno was due to Mairon’s ascent and the changes wrought there. Claiming the Dark Lord was worth joining, tempered by Mairon's influence. Claiming there was a mutual admiration between maia and vala. 

'I also hear that it was only a ruse, that your true allegiance remained with the Ainur and that you were planning to betray and trap the Dark Vala, bringing peace to Arda.’ Eönwë says. 

Melkor does not seem shocked by the announcement. He laughs softly, his face pressing to the maia's hair. Something stirs between them, less tangible than ósanwë. The look Mairon gives him in return could almost be called loving.

‘You know, I was going to.' Mairon smirks. He leans his crowned head on the Dark Vala’s shoulder. 'But then I thought, why return and be a servant, when I could rise above all the maiar as their king?’

Eönwë’s heart sinks. He did not want it to be true.

'You break Lord Aulë's heart.' 

Rage flares with Mairon's fires, casting huge shadows across the mountain. He detaches from the vala’s side and strides forward, wrath made flesh.

'Was it not he that first taught me pride in my work? Was it not he that first taught me deception, in creating his own children to rival those of The One?' He grabs Eönwë's chin, forcing him to crane up at the other maia. There is an unnatural coldness to his fingers, a shadow to his flame. 'Was it not he that bade me to make bait of myself to snare the darkness?' 

'No!' Eönwë cries, aghast. It cannot be true, Lord Aulë would not demand such a thing of his loyal servant. 

He tears himself from Mairon’s fae grasp.

'Yes!' The umaia snarls, cold blue chasing the gold from his eyes. 'Well, snare the darkness, I did. And found it vastly preferable to the hypocrisy of the light.’

He turns back to Melkor, gracefully taking the hand the vala offers up to him. Eönwë watches in stunned silence as the Dark Vala bows over Mairon’s fingers, kissing them respectfully as any maia would those of their lord. 

Seeing this, the pieces click into place at last. Melkor is lit with Mairon’s fire, his darkness shadowing the umaia in turn. They have taken a marriage bond. Mutual admiration, it seems, was an understatement for the passion that brought them together. 

For a vala to take up a maia in the bond is unheard of. The imbalance of power is too great. Yet more of Melkor’s discord, his twisting of that which is sacred to the profane. And Mairon, another friend, lost to it. There can be no hope for Calinár if he thinks this vulgar union is anything akin to temperance.

The ground shifts underfoot, a deep rumbling shaking the roots of the mountains. Ash and smoke billow higher and begin to seep down the lit face of the range. A low horn sounds distantly. 

‘Shall we enlighten the little herald to our upcoming festival, Lord Mairon?’ The vala asks, giving Mairon a look that is anything but respectful.

‘An excellent idea, Lord Melkor.’ The unmaia throws his arms around Melkor’s neck, pressing up against the fallen vala even as his eyes find Eönwë. ‘We are holding a wedding Feast of Horns. All of Almaren is invited.’

‘All of Arda, precious.’ The Dark Vala mutters against his throat, groping at Mairon’s fána possessively. As though none stood witness, he slides his hands under the edges of Mairon's clothing.

‘Oh yes! All of Arda.’ Mairon agrees, holding Eönwë’s gaze as he gasps and moans at Melkor’s attentions. His shadow-conquered mind reaches out to say, ‘Do go invite them for us, won’t you Eönwë?’

Eönwë steps back. It is all too much. Shaking himself from whatever grotesque fascination kept him watching their indecent display, he leaps into the air. To his horror, as he rises he sees a vast battalion of umaia spilling out over the Iron Mountains. 

Mairon’s high, awful laughter chases him as Eönwë races to warn the Ainur. 

Rest of the fic on Ao3

#eonwe #eonwe x mairon #eonwe x gothmog #angbang #my writing #feast of horns #foh #our antlers tangled #short fic #finished fic #fanfiction #silm fanfic #angbang fic