Alright, so everyone and their mom has at least one grievance with The Rings of Power, so let me air mine.
Why the hell does Amazon think that Celebrimbor looks like this? Like a grumpy boring professor?
How do they NOT KNOW that Celebrimbor, grandson of the infamous house of Fëanor, actually looks like this:
And if Amazon knows none of this, they clearly don’t know that Celebrimbor's evil ride or die BFF looks like this:
Well done, Amazon. You missed out on the chance to milk their tragedy-filled, horrific cat-and-mouse style bromance that ends in despair & literal torture.
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What if Glaurung had died at the hands of Fingon and his archers? What if Morgoth messed with powers beyond what he should?
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Blood and Shadow
Chapter 1: The Awakening
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Inspired by my conversation as anon with @animatorweirdo here and here. Huge shoutout to her for inspiring and encouraging me to write out my ideas. And don't forget to check out my main blog @springfountain for some interesting content reblogs. This was not beta read so I am always open to constructive criticism as long as it is respectful. Anyways, let's get into it.
Masterpost for the fic can be found here.
DISCLAİMER: I do not own anything you recognize. This is a fanwork for entertainment purposes and should be regarded as such.
Word count: 645
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Your eyes were heavy and your mind hazy as your math teacher kept on talking.
The more he explained the formulas on the board, the more confused you got.
His voice was so monotonous yet so calming that you swore he could be used as anesthesia in surgeries.
You tried to resist sleep as long as you could, but in the end, you let your mind wander for the class was simply unbearable.
No one noticed the darkness that descended upon the sleeping student at the back of the class. No one noticed as your soul was sucked away. Not even you.
You stirred awake as you felt your body ache all over. The moment you opened your eyes, you noticed that it was dark all around.
Man, did I sleep that much?
As your eyes adjusted to the new darkness, you noticed that you were not in your seat, but on a bed resembling the ones people used in rituals in movies you had seen. And there were glowing runes around you.
Then you felt it. A presence so dark and powerful, that it sent chills down your spine and froze you where you stood.
There came a voice, dark and sinister yet endearing:
“Look at me, my child.”
You obeyed and looked up. What you saw was the face of pure evil, darkness, and malice. And the face whispered a name to your mind: Melkor.
At that very moment, you understood that your life as you knew it was long gone.
Melkor came and spoke to you. He spoke of his beginning and how new ideas dawned at his heart. He spoke about the Song of the Ainur and the Spring of Arda. Then came bitterness and hatred to his voice and he grew even more menacing. He spoke about how he was defeated and imprisoned in the Halls of Mandos for 300 years. Then came a smirk to his face as he talked about how he tricked the Valar into letting him free and how he sewed lies and discord among the elves of Aman. He spoke of the destruction of the Two Trees and the Flight of Noldor.
He spoke for days and you listened, feeling the darkness and deceit but not cowering under it. You listened and learned. You learned of the world and of its deepest, darkest secrets as Melkor had sewed them with his songs.
And lastly, he spoke of you and your awakening.
As he spoke, you came to understand your purpose. Glaurung was dead at the hands of Fingon and his archers. And you were created to break the Siege of Angband and to be an obedient child to him, what Glaurung never was.
The rumbling voice of Melkor seized and he became silent, allowing you to take in all that had been said.
You let out a shakey breath as you contemplated his words. For all he spoke, he always spoke with a single objective: Join me or die.
You checked your mind. You remembered that you were an avid Tolkein fan before, having read all the books and even knowing all the timelines. You took that knowladge and put it the safest place of your mind, away from his reach. You were going to need it more than anything.
But none of that was important right now, for you had a dark vala awaiting your response. With no other choice, you got up and kneeled at his feet, swearing all loyalty to him.
When reading the Silmarillion, you had always wondered about the Oath of Feanor and its power. Now, as your soul was bound to your oath, you understood.
You stood kneeling at the feet of the Vala, awaiting a response.
Melkor smiled and cold shivers fell upon the back of your neck.
“Rise, my child. Now rest, for you will have much to learn.”
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