#manó

[feanors-silmarils]

Art Commissions of my Tolkien OC's Manó and Aratacáno, Maiar of Námo and the Blue Istari done for me by the wonderful: @liusia-piu

#tolkien #silmarillion #manó #aratacáno #ainur #tolkien oc #silmarillion oc #ainur oc #maiar of mandos #namo mandos #halls of mano #silm art #silmarillion art #blue istari #istari

[blue-istari-stars-of-the-south]

Commission of my Tolkien OC Manó, Maia of Mandos and one of the Blue Istari done for me by:

#manó #silmarillion oc #tolkien oc #istari #ainur #maia of mandos #silmarillion #tolkien #ainur oc #maia oc #feanturi #silm #the silm #tolkien art #silmarillion art #blue istari

[n-y-c-t-0-p-h-0-b-i-a]

Ezeken a szürkés hideg őszi napokon semmi mást nem csinálnék, csak áthívnálak, a válladon kibőgnék mindent magamból, aztán egy forró csoki társaságában bebújnék a puha ágyamba és aludnék veled 3 napig

#saját #szerelem #fájdalom #szeretlek #sírás #kapcsolat #veled akarok lenni #ősz #szar kedv #szar nap #ehh #elbaszott hangulat #suli #nem akarom #hiányzol #meg akarlak csókolni #hiány #manó #nyctophobia

[forestials]

Manó, a Maia of Namó, for @melkors-4th-silmaril

Thank you, I had so much fun with this!

#manó #namó #mandos #the silmarillion #oc character #other people’s ocs #tolkien oc #the silmarillion art #my art #forestials art #melkors-4th-silmaril #maiar #I see an opportunity to overuse purple and green and I do it #thanks so much for the request I had a grand time!

[dreamers-heart]

*Manó cleared his throat as he timidly approached the Vala.

“Lord Irmo, my lord sent me to gather back some fëar back from you that needed more healing at his hand.”

@silmarillion-ocs

(From Manó)

"Oh," the Vala tilted his head slightly. "Welcome here. Can you be a little more specific on the matter?" Irmo listed through his memory to try to guess which of his and Estë's charges could Námo possibly mean.

@silmarillion-ocs (Manó)

#rp #Manó #rp ask

[crowned-mountain-lady]

First time.....dying

The monster fell.

Oronís watched incredulously, along with allies and even enemies, as huge scaled and winged body plumeted down, right on the top of the towers of Thangorodrim. When it crashed, it caused a disastrous chain reaction, one of them being a huge earthquake, followed by landslides and cracks opening almost everywhere.

Nighs and wails of spooked horses, mixed with both victorious or frightened screams were deafening. It was hard to get necessary commands through, to navigate panicking soldiers and to keep at least a little of order in the hell which was breaking loose.

Another tremor had her spine freeze. She felt the ground underneeth her trembling. The earth itself seemed to shiver with unspeakable pain.

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK! THE GROUND WILL NOT HOLD! RETREAT!" she screamed from the top of her lungs, urging her soldiers. She waved at Arafinwe, who was battling nearby. She wanted to call, to warn him, when sharp pain pierced her, sapping away her strenth and breath as well.

The pain was making it unable to breath and as fatigue claimed her, she spotted a head of a spear stick out of her chest, near the middle. She felt herself falling, and thought she fell into the water, since the sounds around were suddenly muffled, she felt cold, and everything darkened quickly.

So....is this death?

@mano-of-mandos

#rp #main verse Oro #Manó #death is only a beginning #First time....dying

[fuckinglove77]

Hiányzik a keze a kezemből,

Hiányzik az ajka a számról,

Hiányoznak a beszélgetések,

Hiányzik hogy odabujhassak hozzá és biztonságban érezzem magam,

Hiányzik a teste,

Mindene hiányzik,

De legfőképpen a szerelme az ami a legjobb hiányzik, hogy ő is úgy akarjon, ahogy én őt!

#hianyzik #hianyzol #egyre nehezebb #szakitás #manó #szerelem #nagyon hiányzol

[varyano-horseman-of-mandos]

“Who is that face in the mask?”

@mano-of-the-halls

"It is simply I Mano, what do you think, would it work for Irmo's masquerade ball, I heard your little friend who stole our job is coming back to Valinor for this one" Varyano said nudging the wizard

"You should come if you haven't planned to already"

@mano-of-the-halls

#varyano #varya #oc varyano #manó #rping

[rozsablog]

Kérlek küzdj! Nem állok készen a búcsúra!

#Manó #Állat #Küzdj #Szeretlek #Kitartas #Háziállat #Fontos #Magyar #Kérlek #Búcsú #küzdelem

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Your lights are beautiful as looking upon the face of Eru himself.

@mano-of-the-halls

"That's very kind of you to say," Lauriel is the first to find her voice. She tilts her head and takes in Maia's form, her cheeks dusted pink and the corner of her lips slightly curled up in tentative, pleased smile.

"I'm not sure if your compliment is deserved, but it is still appreciated," Ellenís pipes, her cheeks darker shade od pink, she fiddles with the hem of her sleeve.

Tyelpelin doesn't stay silent for too long. "Thank you for your most kind words. Surerly they come from kind heart. My name's Tyelpelin, this is Lauriel," she points at her blonde sister, "...and this is Ellenís." she gestures towards her other sibling. "Who might you be?" Tyelpelin makes a polite smile.

#rp #meetings #Manó

[mire-eldasquionian]

Manó shuffled through the pieces kf parchment, reading through their contents quickly, making note of the important information.

A new arrival to the Halls of Mandos had been announced. And this one, if Manó had heard rightly, needed a great deal of help as soon as possible.

Mírë Eldasquionion…

There came a knock at the door, and another Maia poked their head in.

“Lady Mírë is here to speak with you.”

Manó nodded, taking a breath:

“Alright. Bring here in.”

@mano-and-aratacano-of-mandos

Mírë nervously twisted and fidgeted her fingers together as she was guided through the Halls of Mandos. It was dim, some corners lurking on dark making her anxiety grow tenfold.

Despite knowing that she was supposed to be in good hands… Seeing all these new faces… Interacting with all these new Maiar and being in a dim lit building absolutely terrified her. She wished to turn on her heel and leave to go home, back to her husband where it was safe and familiar.

But Mírë also wanted for things to get better. She wasn’t sure in what ways it would, but for once Mírë tried to put her faith into Eru that all would be well, especially as the Maia opened the door for her to enter to see another one there. Dressed in all black garb with pale skin and piercing eyes.

“Are you… Manó?” The Maiar had been forthcoming in who she’d be seeing, but she wasn’t sure if this was him. Mírë squeezed her hands tightly together in an effort to soothe herself, her gaze coming to the Maia before finding the floor.

@mano-and-aratacano-of-mandos

#Manó

[feanors-silmarils]

Thinking about maybe a drabble with Manó interacting awkwardly with some Valinor Elves lol

#manó #maia of mandos #tolkien oc #silmarillion oc #ainur

[blue-istari-stars-of-the-south]

Tûl Harar WIP: Arrival of the Blue Istari

Just a WIP I am working on involving Manó and Aratacáno, and a few of my other OC's. Princess Fisrah of Tûl Harad, a city in Far Harad, helps her father in the welcoming of two strangers.

From high atop her throne that sat just to the left of her father’s even more grandiose one, Princess Fisrah watched the two men approach. They seemed to be a duo of peasant merchants, with their plain clothing and walking sticks, and the princess sniffed at them in contempt. The princess placed her decorated hands demurely in her lap as she only half-listened to the proceedings. Rings and gems glittered and made a gentle tinkling sound as she made the slightest movement. Sumptuous silk made a soft hissing with the adjusting of an arm or the crossing of a leg. A long, dark braid decorated with expensive baubles sat over a slender shoulder.

Normally, it was her brother Hadhokor who would take part in these sorts of things, him being the first born male by their father. But he was away now, fighting in some skirmish. But her father had seen fit to have Fisrah sit in Hadhokor’s place, telling the princess to take leave of her ladies and their gossiping.

“Strangers from the North,” she heard her father, the Lord Azhab, say with a sneer and a wave of a hand. “Why should I welcome you? Do you wish to bring the Elvish war upon us all? Don’t think that we are deaf to the rumors here in my court. There may be a huge distance between our lands, but word travels fast, especially in the caravans. My people have no need for more wars or for shedding blood. They’ve seen enough of that already.”

One of the two “merchants” stepped forward, the taller of the pair, a reddish tint coloring the silvery locks (his looks almost attractive, even, in Fisrah’s opinion), and he spoke, bowing politely to those assembled:

”You couldn’t be farther from the truth, your eminence. We are but humble tradesmen, my friend and I. We wish no trouble on your citizenry”

Fisrah took note of how her father analyzed the man’s words, his eyes cold and shrewd, sitting forward in his chair and rubbing his bearded chin in thought:

“I see. But how do in know that you’re just not trying to trick me with your silver tongue? And your silent friend. What has he to say about all of this? Or have you instead come to my city to kill me and steal my authority?”

The other man’s head popped up then, and Fisrah could almost believe that she saw a flash of anger there on the ageless Elven features. Though the two seemed to be old men clutching tightly to walking sticks, there was something to them that she could not name. She had never seen one of the Elven folk before, only heard the tales, but Fisrah supposed that this is what they must look like.

Who are these men who claim themselves mere merchants?

”Shall I have my guards search you and throw you into the dungeons to let your flesh be torn apart by my tigers for speaking such treasons?”

Flinching at the image conjured up in her mind, Fisrah idly pushed it from her head. She had better things to consider, places to be, other than such horrid and unnecessarily bloody events. How she detested talk like that!

Tension hung in the air then, staring daggers, neither saying anything to the other. 

It was then, that the princess shifted in her seat, moving gracefully to whisper in her father’s ear in a sweetened tone:

”Father, these men are tired, having clearly traveled from afar. Perhaps we might offer some food and shelter? It is obvious they mean no harm.”

Letting out a huff, the Lord Azhab finally sat back, his arms across his chest. It seemed to her that he did take heed of her words, thinking them over before giving his reply to the two men.

”I’ve heard quite enough from you.” Lord Azhab spat, “Not enough from your friend however. I shall like to hear what he has to say as well. I command it.”

Giving another small bow, the man moved aside, giving room to the other stranger. The princess saw how the silent one slowly hobbled forward, his gaze stern and unyielding as that of his fellow merchant (if that was what they truly were). It was like staring straight into the gaze of the Great Judge himself, having one’s very soul on display.

The princess could not suppress the shiver that slid up the length of her spine, swallowing hard. It was far from a cold day, and yet it felt like an icy wind blew right through the room. 

A group of armed soldiers stepped up, hands on their swords and ready to defend their lord. As if mesmerized, Lord Azhab waved them to step back.

What threat is an old and feeble man, in anycase?

Opening his hands in a friendly gesture, the silent one did finally speak:

”My good and mighty Lord of Tûl Harar, we two are bringers of peace. That is all. We bring no weapons or any enemies trailing behind after us. Nor do we have any dubious connections with the Northern forces from Gondor or otherwise. Let us go free, and we will trouble you no more.”

The man’s words took hold of them then, grabbing their attention and not letting go. Even Fisrah tried to fight it, but in the end had to relent to whatever spell was woven by this strange man who wasn’t just a man. And suddenly, the pair became tall and majestic as any king surrounded by subjects, ready to put out a hand and speak an order to them. 

“You…what power do you have that gives you the right to speak to me like that??” Azhab said, standing from his seat, hands clenched at his sides. 

A hush filled the room, as there was no response. Fisrah brought a hand to her mouth, letting out a soft gasp.

Yes, that was what they were. Spies. They obviously wanted to steal the wealth from her father and cast them out onto the street.

“Spies, then. That is what you are. Spies, and snoops.”

Turning, the lord quietly spoke to a man to stood off to the side, head lowered in respect. When Azhab turned back, he sneered:

“We will show you how we deal with spies, in Tûl Harar.”

#tolkien #silmarillion #blue istari #istari #manó #aratacáno #Maiar of mandos #harad #far harad #tolkien oc #silmarillion oc #tolkien fanfiction #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silm #ainur

[n-y-c-t-0-p-h-0-b-i-a]

Annyira vágyom már arra hogy megérinthesselek, megölelj, csókolózzunk érzelmesen, össze bújva majd beszélgessünk nevetgélve mint ahogyan szoktunk🥺

Annyira hiányzol...

#saját #szerelem #hiányzol #szeretlek #gondolatok #kapcsolat #távolság #messze vagy #veled akarok lenni #hiány #kicsim #manó #magyar idézet #magyar tumblr #nyctophobia

[csakegybuzi]

Tudom hogy toxikus vagyok de kerlek ne hagyj el te is

#toxikus #toxik #szerelem #szeretlek #kérlek #magyat tumblr #magyar #hungary #manó #kicsim #ne hagyj itt #ne hagyj el

[dreamers-heart]

“   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ”

@mano-of-the-halls

It wasn't everyday, that Irmo felt like being useless, but this days could count as one of those days he wished he could diappear without a trace. He sat next to the well of dreams and watched the reflections of the water there with blank expression. No matter how many warning vision he sent, no matter how many soothing dreams he gave those restless, the Númenoreans chose to wage war againt each other.

And so, when he heard a voice behind him, he jumped a little, before relaxing. He made a bitter smile.

"My mind knows that, dear Manó. It's the heart that is stubborn and uneasy to persuade to heed such advice," he sighed.

@mano-of-the-halls

#rp #Manó #irmo being depressed - once again