#nàmo

[frequentderealizationcore]

The Silmarillion but it's just Nàmo following Fëanor and his sons around. No one knows why he's there or if it's actually him, other people can sometimes see him but he finds it better to make the feanorians look like they're arguing with nothing. When Fëanor died a disembodied voice could be heard calling him a dramatic loser, he messes with Maglor's instruments to make them permanently out of tune. Every single bad decision the feanorians make is accompanied by a loud disappointed sigh. He writes Doom on all their foreheads. Not even the other valar know why Eru is okay with this.

#a vala with important tasks? #yeah just look at how angry maglor is because his instruments suck now #vairë has to drag him back #the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien #feanorians #namo mandos

[edensrose]

╰₊ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅◞ ₊˚:

. ˚◞♡ 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒖𝒆◞ ₊˚﹕a list of writing pieces to be pushed out through the following weeks. is subject to change and/or delay. there are other requests but they will be filled in later.

˚◞❀˳ wen ruohan ◞ wedding night with reader ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ merc!nàmo mandos ◞ reader finding out that he is a mercenary ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ kuroh yatogami◞ domestic hcs ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ past!tomoe ◞ reader is a sacrificial bride, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ gabriel o'hara◞ nsfw hcs ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ lan xichen◞ reader teasing him until he snaps, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ modern!nàmo mandos ◞ cockwarming punishment ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ izumo kusanagi◞ barista!reader, enemies to lovers ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ tomoe ◞ reader has a long day and he helps her destress, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ spider noir◞ kissing hcs ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ lan xichen & jiang cheng◞ love triangle with reader who's the sister of the nie brothers ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ oromë ◞ predator/prey rp ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ kuroh yatogami◞ nsfw hcs ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ tomoe◞ reader as his reincarnated lover ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ gabriel o'hara◞ taking care of workaholic reader ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ lan xichen◞ he's drunk and so much more shameless with reader, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ merc!námo mandos & irmo lorien◞ trying to convince reader to join their syndicate, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ kuroh yatogami◞ soulmate au ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ yandere!tomoe◞ with a bunny yokai reader, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ miguel o'hara◞ with black cat!reader ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ wen ruohan◞ cockwarming during a conference ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ eönwë◞ reuniting with maia!reader after the war ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ kuroh yatogami & yukari mishakuji◞ competing for reader's attention, smut ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ spider noir◞ yandere hcs ꒱ ₊˚⊹

#˚◞❀˳ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ﹕ queue ꒱ ₊˚⊹ #tolkien #spiderverse #kamisama kiss #k project #mdzs #x reader #reader insert #smut #writing #queue

[superloves4]

The Flame we Held (Fëanor son of Melkor AU) - Chapter 2

Relationships: Melkor/Mairon, Melkor & Fëanor, Mairon & Fëanor, Fëanor/Nerdanel Summary: Miriel made a deal with Melkor, she'd be able to bear children but in return the dark lord asked for her firstborn. When he gets imprisoned she believes herself to be free of her promise but Melkor shall claim his prize. TW: no major tag besides the kidnapping A/N: Still some angst, we'll get the softer part next time!

Masterlist and on Ao3

Melkor never thought back to that deal, in fact he might’ve forgotten all about it had it not been for the present situation.

His anger had simmered for every year spent trapped in Mandos, he had things to do, kingdoms to conquer, orcs to rule, Mairon to return to, he couldn’t stay trapped for all three ages, he had thrown plans at his metaphorical wall but none could be used, as long as he was chained none were achievable. Well, at least he could trust his brother to keep his promises, he knew some of the others would be pleased to keep him trapped there forever, if not even happier to throw him to the Void, but dear, affable, awful Manwë, wouldn't let them do as such.

So he turned inwards, that was what Manwë had hoped for him, something about how if he simply spent more time thinking about his evils he’d realize how wrong he’d been or whatever, but Melkor was firmly set on using his time to plan for his release instead. He would destroy everything his brother had created.

He searched in himself for some insight but for years he had nothing to show besides disappointment.

Nàmo’s halls were deathly boring, he could perhaps sense a few dead elves, it honestly offended him that there were so few he was certain he’d gotten rid of more, alas.

Flames.

Small, but even when they flickered, Melkor knew they were strong.

Those flames would survive the storm. But what storm?

Melkor was highly curious about the flames, where did they come from? How had he felt them so long after his imprisonment? There was something binding him to those flames, he could feel their call, but when he tried to reach out the flames seemed ever further away. He couldn’t simply will his chains into letting him pursue the flames, however, the chains felt lighter that day.

Flames, getting higher, enveloping him.

Some days, Melkor wondered if Eru had changed his mind, if he had decided to grant what he’d desired for so long, it didn’t feel the same as the Flames Imperishable but somehow something about the flames felt familiar, like a song he’d heard once. But that was impossible, he’d Sung this world into existence, no Song was beyond his memory. He could move around.

The flames were everywhere, they burned all they found and sung for him as they moved, waiting for him.

Then they were gone. And so were his chains.

Melkor could not believe his luck, it had taken him a moment to realize what was happening after that first time he perceived the flames, they were, after all, unlike anything he’d ever felt before and he’d never been much familiar with elven fëa but when he found himself moving freely he realized.

He had a debt to collect.

Eru was fair, Melkor had asked for a price and now he was to pursue his deal.

“I don’t feel him anymore”

Manwë stared at Nàmo in horror, they had always know his brother was strong but not even he should have been able to break free of not only his chains but of Mandos itself without notice. That was the type of power only Ilùvatar could bestow.

But why? Why would Ilùvatar free Melkor?

For once Manwë felt blind, he couldn’t understand what the All-Father wanted of him, was he to let Melkor run to whatever terrible deed he would pursue now? But the All-Father would not have let Melkor leave for dark purpose, it did not make sense.

“Send Oromë in pursuit, I do not trust him”

Nàmo stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, his blank visage made Manwë look away but eventually he did bow and left.

Manwë could only hope he’d done the right thing.

No, Melkor did not barge into the castle of Tirion, he had bigger plans than that, he had a brother to repay! He went first to the darkness, to where even the other pathetic Valar would not go and the Hunter would be left with nothing to follow, to Ungoliant.

He promised her the lights of the Valar but that was not enough for the treacherous spider and he had to then promise all the jewelry he could find, it bothered him to submit to her request, he was Melkor, the greatest of the Valar, but Ungoliant was different, only she could drive the revenge he wished for, who cared for a few trinkets after that, he could bear his wounded pride. Oh, how would his brother hate him for it, he felt… giddy, at the thought, and while they were all too busy crying the trees he’d take what was his.

He watched with pleasure as the spider did her job, but didn’t stay for long, it wouldn’t do well to stay, he didn’t think he’d be granted a second escape if he let this opportunity pass. So to Tirion he finally went, hiding until the world went dark.

He saw the one who now was the elven queen, her loving smile to his prize and the terrible realization when the light she’d grown used to, disappeared.

“Well met, oh, queen broidress”

He laughed and the woman held the child to her chest, backed away from him until all she was left was to hide in the corner, clutching his prize away from his vision.

“Please, please,” she begged in tears “Don’t take him from me”

“Oh, my,” Melkor walked around “The children sure are bold now, to try and go back on a promise.”

“The deal is null,” she tried to argue and Melkor shot her a dark look “I can no longer have children, Fëanàro is the only child I shall ever have, it is not what you promised”

Melkor shrugged “That is not my doing,” it truly wasn’t, there was no reason the foolish woman could not have any children after his blessing “I kept my part of our agreement, is the queen of the Noldor less trustworthy than I?”

She shook her head, looking at the child as she sobbed, her voice shaking she made a last plea.

“He’s all I have”

Melkor looked at her.

“In music, our words are binding”

On Ungoliant’s back, Melkor stared at the snow storm ahead of him, place the sleeping child inside his robes and remembered the vision he had in Mandos. The child would survive the storm.

#feanorians #feanor #silm #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm fic #my writing #feanor son of melkor au #we're getting closer to the fluff #melkor #morgoth

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi, requesting Namo x reader with the prompts: was that your first kiss? and i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. Thanks!

"The first kiss"

Pairing: Námo x Reader (Maia | Second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Fluffy

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 500 words

Summary: You and the Doomsman share a kiss on the beach.

Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and taglist here.

His kiss was sweet, like the honey you had eaten earlier. And he was gentle. Nàmo sighed when you melted into his embrace. It was the perfect moment, and he picked the ideal place. The waves whispered like lovers as they lapped against the shore, and the stars burned brightly in the sky. The lights from the two trees had dimmed, and Varda's creation could be seen in all its glory.

Your hands delved into his hair. The strands were so soft that they felt like silk as they passed around your fingers. Námo had to bend over. He was so tall in his physical form. His arms slowly tightened around you and pulled you closer. The scent of night-blooming jasmines wafted off his skin.

Never had you imagined your first kiss with him being this wonderful. Námo was the Doomsman of the Valar and the Keeper of the Slain. Many considered him stern and pitiless and without warmth. His touch was claimed to be as cold as ice, but the heat radiating off him while the two of you kissed and kissed told a different story. Here was a side of him that only you got to see and feel, one that was all sweetness and light. The thought alone was enough to fill you with awe.

Námo thought he had strayed into a dream. He had pictured this moment and always wondered what it would be like when it happened. He was fearful and thought he would do something wrong and drive you away. He thought you would say no and might laugh at him when he told you he had never kissed. Seagrass waved in a gust of wind thick with the smell of salt. Your gown rustled softly, and a seagull cried out from a nearby nest.

"That was better than I thought it would be." Námo pulled away when he sensed a temper in the air. A storm was approaching, and he needed to get you home before it hit. "My brother would wax poetic about it, calling it one of the greatest joys one could ever experience. I confess I didn't believe him till now."

You tilted your head and gave him a measured look. Námo looked away, utterly abashed. Realization dawned.

"Was that your first kiss?" You asked. When Námo nodded, his pale cheeks flushing pink, you smiled and stood on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands. "I'm not angry. And it's all rather sweet, knowing that I was your first."

His lips twitched and curled before a slow smile worked across his face and lit his coal-black eyes. Starlight glittered off them, making it seem like tiny diamonds were hidden within. Námo was pleased. More than pleased. His heart started to sing a melody it had never done before, and warmth filled his fana.

He had never looked more beautiful than he did just then. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile," you whispered. Námo reached out, his fingers curling around your hair. "Only for you," he whispered in return. "Only for you."

Tags: @edensrose @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays @floraroselaughter

#Námo #Námo x reader #Námo soft #X reader #Reader insert #The silm #the silmarillion #The ainur #The valar #Fanfiction #Write it #💫a world of whimsy writes

[theelvenhavensconfessions]

Manó is suddenly overcome with love for his lord and master Námo as he tenderly kisses the head of the Vala’s cock.

“My lord…I…I love you, my lord.”

“I know, Manó.” Nàmo replies, running his finger’s through the Maia’s dark hair, guiding his servant’s mouth down over his length with a moan.

Get it 👏🏻 Manó 👏🏻 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#Manó #Namo

[gelenka-daria]

*in the halls of mandos*

nàmo: do you want to be manwë's boyfriend?

melkor: absolutely not

melkor: i want to hold his hand, brush his hair, and stare into his eyes

melkor: but i don't want to be his stupid boyfriend

namo: ....

#melkor x manwë #melkor #manwë #nàmo #tolkien #silmarillion #my contribution to the fandom

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

I think fandom suffers a case of "Why didnt Frodo just use the Eagles to fly to Mordor?" regarding the Valar. The Valar have a certain kind of foresight, so why did they release Melkor? They are incredible powerful, so why didnt they went to war with him as soon as possible after his flight? Why didnt they just invite the Race of Men to Valinor? They must be either stupid or malicious in their actions and non-actions, since the solution to everything is so simple! /s (1/2)

The Valar are percieved as a Deus ex Machina, something that could solve all problems immediately. And when they dont act in that straight-forward way - because the situations are much more complicated, (which gets ignored or handwaved) and they are in fact not all-powerful - they get villified. (2/2) 

Yep, there’s most certainly that as well. The complexities of the dilemmas that the Valar find themselves in are often blatantly ignored, mostly because there seems to be a straightforward solution, and yet none of these solutions are actually simple. 

I’ll address each of the points:

“The Valar have a certain kind of foresight, so why did they release Melkor?”

The issue is that we don’t know how much foresight the Valar have, and Eru doesn’t let them in on all that He has planned for Arda. Also, personal feelings are often ignored in this situation, especially Manwë’s, which I think is a result of Tolkien’s quite non-personal writing style and the fact that there’s not much text that allows us to get a grasp of the Valar’s personalities, but also a result of, as I said before, the generalizing of the Valar into just divine angelic beings. 

When we think of angels we think of beings wholly devoted to serving the greater good, not at all focused on their own feelings. In fact, much of the perception we have of angels don’t even seem to give angels much individuality or personality. That’s why Manwë’s feelings remain so unconsidered when it comes to freeing Melkor. Melkor is Manwë’s brother; just how much would Manwë want to believe that Melkor, his brother, has truly changed and that they can see eye-to-eye again and don’t have to be enemies any longer? How hopeful must he have felt when Melkor “repented”? (It honestly breaks my heart to pieces to think about.) Yet people expect Manwë to be some utterly impartial judge precisely because he’s an angelic being, not at all swayed by his own personal sentiments. So the resulting conclusion of that assumption is: Manwë is either utterly incompetent and stupid for being unable to consider the possibility that Melkor was lying (which I think he did, he just didn’t want to believe it, and nobody can blame him for that - this is his brother) or he’s evil. 

“They are incredibly powerful, so why didn't they went to war with him as soon as possible after his flight?”

Many people don’t seem to know this, but if the Valar pursued Melkor to Middle-Earth and engaged in a war with him, Middle-Earth would be drastically altered. Earlier in Tolkien’s legendarium, to save the elves from Melkor’s evil, the Valar fought Melkor with their combined powers and altered the face of Middle-Earth (this was how Melkor ended up the Halls of Mandos); that’s how destructive battling at their full might would be. So how exactly could the Valar pursue Melkor and wage war on him, when there were still elves in Middle-Earth? Who knows how many lives they would have wiped out trying to bring Melkor down?

But people don’t consider this. All they see is that the Valar refused to act against Melkor, without really thinking about what the implications of the Valar actively battling Melkor would mean for Middle-Earth (which is the say, cataclysmic change that would result in many, many deaths for the elves).  

“Why didn't they just invite the Race of Men to Valinor?”

This criticism of the Valar always rankles me, because I feel that even if the Valar had invited the Race of Men to Valinor, they would still be criticized. Here’s the thing: the Valar were tasked by Eru with the “governing and guidance” of the Children of Ilúvatar. So, what exactly does that mean? Bringing the Race of Men to Valinor would be considered very drastic interference with Middle-Earth. How much interference on the Valar’s part is considered “governing and guidance”? How much interference is considered tyranny and the stripping away of free will? The Valar had these things to consider as well. Eru never meant for the Valar to shield the Children of Ilúvatar from the hardships of Middle-Earth. They’re supposed to help them along the way, but how can they do that if some of the Children (like the Noldor) don’t want their help? How much can they continue intervening in the Children’s affairs before they’re accused of being too domineering over their fates? How much does Eru Himself want them to interfere? 

The Valar need to consider these nuances. They can’t just bring everyone to safety, because that would be against the Theme of Ilúvatar, and runs the risk of taking away agency and free will from the Children. But once again, this isn’t considered by much of the fandom, either. All that’s considered is, “The Valar aren’t doing anything, therefore they must not care”. But how much can the Valar do before they’re accused of excessive interference and despotism?

Conclusion: So yes, I very much agree with you. The nuances and complexities of the situations the Valar must handle often pass totally over the fandom’s heads. 

#tolkien #tolkien meta #valar #ainur #manwë #varda #ulmo #mandos #nàmo #lórien #irmo #nienna #yavanna #nessa #estë #vairë #vána #aulë #oromë #tulkas #melkor #asks

[shiroandblack]

Nightingales and Words

[Image ID: Yellow-white light filtering through leaves as background, blurring the leaves in light. A single grey-brown branch with one butterfly with yellow and blue wings lined with black sitting upon it]

AISTINDË WAS WANDERING AROUND THE WILLOW TREES OF LÓRIEN WHEN SHE CAME UPON HER TEACHERS CROWDED AROUND AN OBVIOUSLY DEAD NIGHTINGALE. Lord Irmo was sighing wistfully, the butterflies in his dream-cloud hair fluttering in their place within it whenever he did so. Meanwhile, Lady Nienna was weeping as usual and so Aistindë sat beside her and offered her handkerchief but the lady was adamant on crying a stream for the dead nightingale which meant that Aistindë was the one to dab the handkerchief on Lady Nienna's misty cheeks.

"It is dead." Lord Nàmo declared, as if the wide, unseeing eyes and lack of movement was not a clear sign of death. Out of all his siblings, he was the least disturbed by the nightingale's death and was staring at it with a blank expression.

"Oh, but it was one of my favourites - the last of dear Melyanna's flock!" cried Lord Irmo in his usual singing voice, his tone entirely too cheerful for what was apparently a sombre occasion to him.

But that was the way Lord Irmo worked and she would not presume to know the way his mind ticked. If he even had a mind. She wondered if he would agree if she looked into his head, perhaps with osànwë?

"It is what it is." said Lord Nàmo, who looked as if he was resisting to roll his obsidian eyes at his brother. But Lord Nàmo wouldn't roll his eyes, that would be undignified of him and he was nothing but dignified.

Well, maybe he lost a little bit of dignity when Aistindë nearly starved under his watch. It wasn't really his fault, most of his apprentices ran after the first few hours under his tutelage or he kicked them out by the end of the day. "Too passionate," he had told her of his former apprentices, "not objective or serene enough to the fëar."

And due to their short time with him, he hadn't really thought of providing them food, water, or lodging. Aistindë hadn't complained to him about the lack of all three, since that was an Aistindë problem instead of a general Lord Nàmo. She did collapse a few days later and thus had to ask him for food and water, Lord Nàmo apparently forgot that the Eldar ate and drunk to sustain themselves instead of indulging it as a frivolity as the Ainur did. Unfortunately, since no sane living Elda would ever approach his Halls there wasn't any food in the vicinity. Lord Nàmo had given her unwashed wild carrots and unfiltered river water apparently scavenged by some of his Maia from the surrounding area, Aistindë had responded by eating and drinking and then promptly vomiting all over his robes afterwards.

Lady Vairë looked terribly disappointed at her husband and Aistindë was brought to recuperate in Lórien before shipping her off to Tirion once her condition was stable enough. Since then, she wasn't allowed to be alone with Lord Nàmo and his Maiar whenever she had to go to him for her apprenticeship under him. There would always be someone waiting right outside his Halls with food and drink and a pitched tent. 

Aistindë's handkerchief was completely wet with Lady Nienna's tears now, so she tossed it aside to the grass. Lord Irmo sighed for the hundredth time, but it didn't look like any of them was going to close the poor bird's eyes and so Aistindë took it upon herself to do so.

"Lord Nàmo, do you think a nightingale will ever sing in your halls?" Aistindë asked, for she saw a beautiful nightingale clad in blue raignment as she closed the dead nightingale's eyes.

"I have no use for nightingales." was his reply.

Aistindë hummed. "Maybe not, but nightingales have such lovely voices. Maybe she wandered in your Halls searching for someone and so you'll set her free because a bird shouldn't be caged."

"Perhaps you shall be moved to pity for once, brother." Lady Nienna sobbed. Oh dear, she really was crying an entire stream into being. Aistindë moved closer to Lord Nàmo so that she wouldn't get wet by the emerging stream.

"Perhaps," Lord Nàmo conceded, and Aistindë thought maybe he had seen the nightingale in his halls. He then turned to Aistindë and asked, "You have come for a purpose."

"My condolences for your nightingale, Lord Irmo," Aistindë began. Lord Irmo nodded, but nevertheless gestured for Aistindë to continue. "I would like to ask something, it pertains to words. There is a saying among the Eldar, 'words have power', but what does it truly mean? What kind of power? And how can that power be harnessed?"

"Words cut deeper than blades and leave lingering scars, words rouse rebellions, words heal another's heart, words give hope," Lord Nàmo explained, "harnessing its power is within the ability of all Eldar, but some are more gifted than most just as with Songs of Power. All Eldar have the ability to learn, but few are able to master it."

"Songs of Power derive their power from the fëa of the singer and from the Music of the Ainur which sung the world into being. With song, the wielder bends the Music to their will for a time using their fëa to fulfill their purpose. The Music of the Ainur consists of many tunes all fit into one coherent composition, the singer must select the tunes within it to bend or enhance or mute according to their purpose. Such skill came naturally to Makalaurë Fëanàrion, who knew which part of the Music to use without thinking. In the case of Findaràto Arafinwion, he required practice and experimentation before being able to decide which part of the Music suited which purpose." Lord Irmo added.

"I have neither the talent of Makalaurë or the perseverance of Findaràto." Aistindë stated. She had a voice that was called sweet, but was not half as beautiful as her elder brother's. She was fascinated by many things, but she had no desire to enter an already explored field unless she was certain she could be the best in that field.

Hmm, that was rather vain of her now that she thought about it. Perhaps she had more of her father's pride than she thought? She quietly filed the thought away to consult with her family later on.

"You do not." Lord Nàmo nodded.

"But it does not mean you do not have other strengths that they may not have," Lady Nienna whimpered. She was still weeping but it seemed that she was done with crying a stream into being as there was now a little stream flowing down the plains of Lórien and her tears had subsided considerably. "Dear Aistindë, words have power because power is given to them when uttered or written."

"So the power of words is an illusion?" Aistindë raised a brow.

"Not all," Lord Nàmo hummed. "Power may be put in them just as any other craft."

It seemed that was where their conversation would end, as none of the Fëantúri spoke anymore. Aistindë didn't mind, because not soon after that a soothing silence that encompassed them and she knew that they must have thought her question sufficiently answered. If they had anything to add, it was probably not of great urgency that they felt the need to tell her today.

The waning sunlight glittered against the silver stream of Lady Nienna's tears and the water was cool and soothing to Aistindë's touch. When she turned back towards the Fëantúri, they were gone and the nightingale had bluebells growing out of it.

Note: Honestly this was just my info dump on my headcanons on songs of power. I also like the idea of the Fëantúri having apprentices as I see some Valar being teachers of sorts to the Elves. I feel that the apprentices of the Fëantúri may require certain personality traits as opposed to Aulë's apprentices requiring a certain level of crafting skills or Oromë's apprentices an inherent understanding of the woods and animals, this is because the fëar seems to be a sensitive subject matter but at the same time being emotionally compromised is not a good trait to have when dealing with matters regarding the fëar. Compared to Ingil and Eäraumo, Aistindë accepts reality and fate for the easiest out of all three. To her, things are 'it is what it is' but this results in her becoming sort of detached. I hope that showed in her pov, when compared to Eäraumo's or Ingil's. Constructive criticism is appreciated as always <3

#the silmarillion #silm oc #tolkien oc #nàmo #nienna #irmo #lórien #tolkien #my headcanons on songs of power #and the fëantúri

[saintmairon]

Námo. I must know how good he is in bed lmao!

Ok hear me out... I'm inclined to say that all the Valar are pretty reserved in bed bc they're decent god fearing folk and all that... but if any of them was gonna be a lil freaky it would def be Nàmo. I'm tempted to say that he and Vair�� experiment with some light bdsm (altho the Valar don't feel pain so it may be a little moot??? askgsjk). Bondage at the very least tho, with his wifey being the Weaver and all that. Could also imagine him indulging in some group sex with the various inhabitants of Mandos... do with that what you will.

As far as his actual prowess in bed? Steady and dependable. Def more top leaning. Can certainly be relied upon to bring some interesting energy to any pairing.

#nsft #sol's silm opinions #namo #mandos

[irmolorienasks-imagines]

Lord Irmo, is Nàmo ticklish?

Would you be surprized to know that he is? One would have to catch him completely off guard, though.  Plus, usually he does not react well to being tickled, so better do not try it if you do not want to be cursed into eternal doom. That is kinda our brotherly secret. And now, forget what I told you.

[tolkienfantasy]

Mandos o Námo

“Gollum laughed. 'The Dead Marshes, yes, yes: that is their name,' he cackled. 'You should not look in when the candles are lit.' 'Who are they? What are they?' asked Sam shuddering, turning to Frodo, who was now behind him. 'I don't know,' said Frodo in a dreamlike voice. 'But I have seen them too. In the pools when the candles were lit. They lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul, all rotting, all dead. A fell light is in them.' Frodo hid his eyes in his hands. 'I know not who they are; but I saw there Men and Elves, and Orcs beside them.”

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[shiroandblack]

My Misconceptions Before Reading the Silmarillion

A little bit of backstory here, the first time I've ever heard of the Silmarillion was when the Hobbits movies first came out and I, who had not seen LOTR for an Age (no, just a really long time, don't worry) got really curious about Elrond because he was called Elrond Half-Elven. So, like any person who wanted to procrastinate on their assignments I opened the Wikia and then got stranded to tolkiengateway and read Elrond's backstory and Galadriel's and Gandalf's and understood absolutely nothing. So I found out about the Silmarillion and was like "oh so there's some background novel, cool".

But needless to say, because I read all these major characters background without context I had some misunderstandings about what several things were (which were cleared up in the Silm) and thought things were A, whereas they were not. So here are several of my misconceptions:

I thought the Sons of Fëanor were a cult. I'm talking about Faceless Men kind of cult, like I thought they were this group of people who worshipped Fëanor who was like a god of death or something since it was mentioned that they killed a lot of people.

I thought Elrond and by extension, Elros, were like unwanted changeling children who were kinda regarded as abominations by human society because of their elvish blood. I mean, the Sons of Fëanor found them in like some waterfall cave and I instantly thought "holy shit their parents just ditched them".

I thought Elrond fought his way to freedom à la Gladiator style. Like, literally "kill this opponent if you wanna be free" so then I was like in my single braincelled mind, "wow Elrond is a fucking badass assassin" (to be clear, I still really love and respect Elrond but not for 'assassin'-y reasons).

Galadriel's brothers were hippy adventurers. Now this came about because it was mentioned that Finrod (who I just called Brother #1 back then) liked to travel and when Galadriel asked him if he wanted to settle down he was like "no" and Galadriel was like "okay".

I DID NOT. AND I MEAN, DID NOT UNDERSTAND THAT THERE WERE THREE ELVEN KINDREDS AND THAT KILLING WAS A BIG NO NO. So when I saw like this art of who I later learned was Fëanor pointing a sword at who I later learned was Fingolfin (I called Fëanor 'red elf' and Fingolfin 'blue elf'), I just thought they were these two random elf politicians who had a disagreement and that the Kinslaying at Alqualondë was like the usual city sacking that happened in wars.

I did not understand that Valinor was like a separate island, I thought that it was a place on Middle Earth. Which was why like the dumbass I am, I opened a map of Third Age Middle-Earth and was like "where is Alqualondë? Where is Sirion? Huh?? WHERE IS THAT DAMN WATERFALL WHERE ELROND GOT PICKED UP BY A CULT?!"

I thought Nàmo was like the gatekeeper to hell and was very jealous when he was like "Oh, Lúthien you don't deserve to go to hell" (AGAIN, THIS WAS WHAT I THOUGHT HE SAID).

I thought Beren and Lúthien was the elf version of Romeo and Juliet. Enough said.

I thought Gondolin was like this Atlantis for the Elves that got destroyed by natural disasters.

I thought the Silmarils were like the Rings of Power but 10 times better and that's why everyone wanted them. Oh and I also thought they were like fallen stars and mystical things like that and Elven Blacksmith (Fëanor) harvested them or something.

I thought Manwë was Ingwë, Finwë, and Elwë's dad.

So, naturally all this was cleared up by actually reading the Silmarillion but I just thought to share this because I really don't know. Maybe I just want to see if I'm not the only person who like misunderstood things.

Have a nice day!

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