#numenoreans

[felixwhetsel]

“And setting their course towards it the Edain came at last over leagues of sea and saw afar the land that was prepared for them...”

🌊 🏔️ ⭐️

Revisited this piece from four years ago.

#silmarillion #numenoreans #fanart #tolkien #felix draws #procreate #crazy how much i've grown as an artist

[hailearendel]

Decided to fight art block by finishing this drawing of young Elendil looking a bit bored in Andúnië. This has been sitting in the wip pile for the last three months! I'm obsessed with Elendil's early life in Númenor so I have a lot of these random moments waiting to be finished :D

#middle earth #tolkien art #tolkien #numenor #numenoreans #elendil the tall #elendil

[velvet4510]

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #lotr poll #maglor #elrond #elros #arwen #samwise gamgee #gaffer gamgee #elanor gardner #frodo baggins #bilbo baggins #luthien #melian #finwe #feanor #morwen #nienor #aredhel #maeglin #inzilbeth #tar palantir #numenoreans #luthien tinuviel #lotr frodo #lotr samwise

[sesamenom]

Flavors of numenoreans (minus the druedain because i still haven't figured out how i want to draw them)

#silm #silmarillion #numenor #numenoreans #idk why mr. edainic is so small sorry #idk if rhunic is the right word for it but rhundrim sounded wrong-er #this would probably be sometime in the late elros era? #i imagine he would encourage a lot of immigration early on to bolster the population #the kingdom literally popped up from the sea and started with what. one city worth of people? #you have to get citizens from somewhere #so a lot of travelers ended up settling down there #plus a few ancient mongolian soldiers who somehow ended up in the union of maedhros (?) #idk if i missed something but i am still unsure how bor and ulfangs people ended up in the general himring area #sorry druedain ill add you when i decide on a design #maybe im just tired but idk who the druedain align with geographically

[cilil]

I feel like Eönwë hanging out on Númenor has underrated crack fic potential.

His War of Wrath buddies convincing him to go bar hopping with them

So many people shamelessly hitting on the poor bird boy. at least half of the time, he doesn't get it

Getting stuck everywhere due to Maia size and wings until Eönwë finally adjusts his fána

People asking him to fly around and let them ride on his back

Someone's grandma not knowing/not realizing who he is and calling him "young lad"

Everything just being so much more hectic compared to Valinor

All the #justmortalthings he doesn't get and all the #justbirdthings and #justainurthings they don't get

#eonwe #eönwë #eonwe my beloved #numenor #númenor #numenoreans #just ainur things #crack #silm crack #fic ideas #random ideas

[giaffa]

Ar-Pharazôn and Tar-Míriel

#background got censored due to doodles #numenoreans have a distinctive byzantine style to me but i tried to mix it with late antiquity mediterranean fashion too #tolkien #tolkien art #the silmarillion #the silm #silmarillion #silm art #sketches #ar pharazon #tar miriel #numenor #numenoreans #akallabeth #giaffa's art

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ "Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Pillory/stocks, free use ⊱ Pairing: Númenórean cultists x Maglor, Mairon ⊱ Synopsis: Mairon captures Maglor and brings him to the Temple of Melkor as a gift to his loyal followers. ⊱ Featuring: The Cult of Melkor is also a deranged sex cult now because Mairon said so, references to past Angbang ⊱ Warnings: Non-con, ritualistic gang rape, sadism & voyeurism (on Mairon's part in particular), the prompts by themselves

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December; we're nearing the end (one more regular chapter that I have already written plus a bonus fic I'm currently working on).

Mulkhêrînim - (Adûnaic) - Children of Melkor. Thought it would be a lovely way for Mairon to address them like that as an ultimate affront against Eru. Translation by me with the help of this dictionary (because in the Tolkien fandom even the nasty porn needs linguistics!)

"I have a special gift for you today, oh faithful Mulkhêrînim." 

His loyal cultists mumbled among themselves when Mairon presented them with the exquisite treat he had captured. 

At first glance, it appeared to be yet another captive, like the innumerable amount he had caught in the service of his lord – a dark-haired man, albeit handsome by incarnate standards, was kneeling on the dais in front of the altar, his head and hands secured by a hastily erected pillory, naked save for a flimsy loin cloth. 

The more perceptive among Mairon's followers, however, had already noticed what made this one special: The pair of pointed ears sticking out from the mess that was his hair, almost defiantly announcing his identity as one of Ilúvatar's immortal children. 

"Is that an Elf?" one of the cultists gasped, pointing at the helpless prisoner. 

"Indeed it is, very good," Mairon purred and stood next to the Elf in question to almost tenderly pull his hair out of the way to show them off. "But not any Elf; I have captured one of royal blood." 

The whispering among his followers intensified, and he savoured the tension before the anxiously awaited revelation. 

"Meet Prince Makalaurë, also known as Maglor, the last living son of Fëanor!"

Laughing and jeering erupted from the crowd, their faces changing from curious to ravenous within seconds. Maglor, however, remained quiet, merely pressing his lips together and hardening his gaze. 

I suppose his dear brother told him what happens to those who talk back, Mairon thought with a pleased smirk. 

"Our minstrel's lonely wanderings have finally come to an end, so that he may grace us with his presence instead," he declared with a grand gesture, smugness bleeding into his tone like black ink dripping into water. 

"Will he be a sacrifice to the Lord?" a younger cultist asked. 

Mairon laughed. Oh, Melkor would be delighted to witness this scene; he could practically hear his gleeful laughter echoing through the temple from beyond the circles of the world, could see his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, could feel his joy – but he swiftly tore himself away from his memories and imagination, lest he be distracted for too long. 

"Perhaps he will be in time," he drawled, "though for now he shall serve you." 

His mortal followers, while loyal and so very eager to attain the immortality he had promised, didn't seem to grasp the meaning of his words, looking up at him expectantly. None had the courage to ask. Mairon suppressed a sigh of exasperation and the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and stepped aside so they could properly admire Maglor's scantily clad form.

"Have you never dreamed of getting a taste of what we will conquer? Of enjoying the pleasures of immortal flesh?" He chuckled. "Such rare blood is too precious to spill with haste, would you not agree? After all..." 

In one swift movement, Mairon raked his claw-like golden nails down Maglor's back, drawing blood and eliciting a piercing scream. 

"He has such a beautiful voice, for which he is renowned to this day. What a waste it would be to not enjoy his illustrious company..." 

Murmurs of agreement rose within the crowd, and a few cultists came closer, looking up at their high priest as they waited for permission. Mairon stepped back to make space for his followers and beckoned them with an elegant wave of his hands, causing the golden bangles on his arm to clink and tinkle. 

"Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." 

A heady mix of lust and greed filled the room, and he inhaled it eagerly, a warm shudder going through him. He was going to enjoy this spectacle greatly. 

Had he caught any other Elf, he would have to be worried that their fëa would all too soon flee to Mandos, unable to endure such violation, but the Fëanorion's ill-fated oath would keep him chained to his hröa. 

Robes billowing behind him as if moved by an unseen tempest of malice, Mairon strutted around the altar and leapt onto the lap of Melkor's statue with feline grace, taking a seat like a king would sit on a throne. 

"Do you see that, precious? Almost like home," he whispered to the statue and pressed a reverent kiss onto the cold marble hand, exactly where his ring would have been. 

Maglor didn't scream when his loin cloth was torn off him, nor when greedy hands explored his body and fondled him like a common whore. He didn't grace his captors with any pleas or protests. Only when one cultist knelt behind him and forced his cock inside, he finally cried out. 

Mairon smiled. Awaken their lust, and they are reduced to mere animals, as you taught me yourself. 

The scene unfolding in front of him was chaotic, erratic and filthy, just like Melkor would have loved it. The Man's coupling with their Elven captive was frenzied and hasty, gripping his hips with his knuckles white, chasing his pleasure. Maglor himself was soon silenced – in spite of his wonderful voice and the lovely sound of his screams – by another cultist forcing his mouth open to shove his cock down his throat.

"Let's see what else he can do with that talented tongue of his," another commented on the act, followed by raucous laughter. 

Mairon considered chastising them for not appreciating the beauty of a voice trembling with pain and despair, but instead kept a serene expression as if it had been an amusing statement. He couldn't quite fault them for it; after all, mortals were ever so impatient, and their new toy had many of them to satisfy. 

Whenever one finished inside of him, another would take their place. A young initiate was sent to retrieve some oil for additional lubrication and returned with a pitcher containing the very same sacred oil that was used in their ritual sacrifices – another thing too entertaining to be irked by, and thus Mairon remained silent, smiling and nodding along whenever one of his followers looked up at him for encouragement. 

"Let us see if they can break him, precious," he whispered to the statue. 

Maglor's head hung low whenever no one held it in place, though he had little room to move. The pillory kept him upright even as knees gave in, and seed had begun leaking out of him and down his thighs. Mairon was delighted to see droplets of red marring creamy white and caught the distinct scent of blood. Still, it didn't stop his followers from using their new toy like wild beasts mounting one another during mating season. Some also opted to help themselves before or after their turn, spilling onto whichever part of Maglor they could reach. 

Mairon hadn't paid attention to the passage of time, but he estimated a few hours had passed when they were finally done with the Noldorin prince, readjusting their robes and withdrawing from him while glancing up at their master. Abandoning his comfortable seat on the statue – though most unwillingly – he stepped closer to survey the results. 

Despite no longer being gagged, Maglor was eerily silent. His entire form was stained with viscous white, his face in particular, his lips were swollen, his legs trembling, his hole loose and leaking. 

Mairon graced his followers with a bright, pleased smile as if they had done him a great kindness and placed his fingertips together. 

"Well done, Mulkhêrînim. Our Lord shall look down upon you with benevolence and grant his favour to those who stand against his enemies." 

Maglor let out a small snort, yet the spark of rebellion was short-lived when Mairon backhanded him across the face with graceful elegance that belied the force of his blow. 

"Now take our guest to the King's dungeons and make accommodations worthy of a prince." 

The sweet smile on his face then twisted, showing sharp teeth, and his voice darkened as he added, "And make sure he cannot escape, lest you wish to invoke our Lord's wrath." 

Thanks for reading! ♡

#⊰✦⊱ non-con #mairon #sauron #maglor #makalaure #numenoreans #cult of melkor #silm smut #minors dni #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #tw noncon #cw noncon #dead dove do not eat #TPCdeaddovedecember

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I decided to pick all the sections with over 10% of votes in the previous polls for this one, since some were close.

#tolkien #unfinished tales #the silmarillion #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #tuor #gondolin #narn i chin hurin #children of hurin #turin #numenor #numenoreans #galadriel #celeborn #celebrimbor #rohan #gondor #rohirrim #bilbo #thorin #the quest of erebor #gandalf #saruman #druedain

[ettelenethelien]

If the general dwindling of Númenor's blessings in Gondor and Arnor is not due to intermarriage with lesser men, but to the fact that Númenor is gone, what are the odds that random Middle-Eartherners brought to Númenor in the Second Age (mostly as slaves past a certain point) would begin to live longer and get psychic abilities after a few generations?

On the one hand I think that would give a fair percentage of the King's Men an excellent (/s) justification: "oh well, they're plainly benefitting from our enslaving them, so it's obviously fine!". On the other hand, I feel like they would go out of their way to ignore this, because then they would have to admit that it's not their innate heritage that makes them special, just the blessing of the island.

#tolkien #númenor #numenoreans #peoples of arda #my post #Silmarillion #silm

[spruceneedles]

A quick Eärien sketch.

#lotr trop #the rings of power #lord of the rings: the rings of power #lotr rings of power #lotr fanart #rings of power #trop fanart #númenor #numenoreans #eärien #spruceart #myart

[feydrawings]

Tar Telperien, Second Ruling Queen of  Númenor

back to posting with some Numenor! this time, Tar-Telperien, second Ruling Queen of Numenor (and not simply queen consort). Little is told to us about her, but we know that she ruled on Numenor for 175 years, and she never married but ruled alone on her own. It was during her kingdom that the Rings of Power were forged in Eregion, and that the War of the Rings begun. She died without a heir, so it was her nephew Tar-Minastir who succeeded her. 

the stained glass windows are inspired by breath-art’s incredible stained glass art. 

Please do not repost my art on other sites without permission nor remove the trademark. Click to enlarge the picture. 

#silmarillion #tolkien #numenor #tar-telperien #numenoreans #numenor queen #silmart #tolkien art #silm fan art #j rr tolkien #the rings of power #second age #war of the rings #numenorean queen #*mine: art #watercolor

[thekingofwinterblog]

The Sad, Sad Tale of The Druedain.

Amongst Tolkien's many, many Human peoples, the Druedain might be the saddest in my opinion.

Both for their current situation, their history that led to them to this point, their very real and tragic real life inspirations, and the way everyone still alive, Drunedain, Numenorean, and everyone else has forgotten their true history and it's signifigance.

The Druedain's origins go back to the First age, where they(or the ones of them who wandered west into beleriand at least)were one of the Human people who fought against Morogth on behalf of the Valar, and upon the war's conclusion, they like all the rest of these Humans were given the name Edain, and many wonderous gifts.

Long life, massive size and strength compared to regular folk, and an island paridise kingdom to live in.

They called this land Numenor, named Elros, son of Earendil as their first king, and settled their new home, and so, these disparate and formerly different men of many origins joined together and mixed, becoming the Numenoreans.

And the Dru who joined them became the Druedain, one of the founding people of Numenor.

We don't know how much the Druedain intermarried with the rest(being the only ones that were visually distinct from the rest by the end) but given they and other men intermarried already in the first age(Earendil and all his descendants have Dru blood in their veins for examole), it's rather certain that enough did that by the time Numenor fell, most if maybe not all had at least one Druedain ancestor.

Whatever the case of that may be, both in Arnor and Gondor alike, the legacy of the Druedain(The great hunters, scouts and trackers of the Numenoreans) live on in the form of the rangers of North and south, both groip with incredible skill in all related to stealth, wilderness survival and hunting.

The skills of the wild that Aragorn displays was not learned just from personal experience. It, and the skills of all of rest of Dunedain, north and south were a distant, distant descandants of the Druedain's far greater, passed down through the ages until finally it ended up here, at the end of the third age.

Humanity is in truth, all one people, not many. They were split apart by unnatural means, and it is when Men combine their strength rather than let differences divide them, that they are truly strong.

But divided they were, for when the Numenoreans made contact with the outside world anew, after countless years of iaolation, the Druedain foresaw that their brethren would eventually fall to darkness, and so as they grew darker and darker, the Druedain began to sail back to Middle Earth, quietly, and rejoining the rest of the Dru, who had not left middle earth for Numenor.

And here we get into a usually overlooked tragedy, for during the dark years, when Sauron worked in Middle Earth, one of the people who opposed him and his were the Dru, now forever renamed the Druedain.

The image most fans have of Druedain was Tolkien obviously drawing inspiration from various primitive, tribal societies that Europeans encountered across the world during the age of exploration and colonization.

But that's not actually true, for the Druedain were inspired by two things, the first being the real life Woses, the mythical wild men of Europe's still untamed wilderness in medieval times.

But the second was the now forgotten native peoples of Europe, who nobody remembers anymore. And there are a lot of those, and most don't care to remember them any more.

For all the minorities of Europe who survived up to this day, many, many, many more were snuffed out forever by Europe's many waves of immigration and conquest, and nobody remembers them anymore, their culture forgotten, their languages dead, and whatever they made torn down and replaced by those who took their lands from them.

And so it is with the Druedain. For the state we see them in now, is not their "Natural" state so to say.

For the Druedain were also the true heirs of Numenor, as much as the Gondorians and the Arnorians ever were, and when they rejoined their distant kin, they helped them create a great and powerfull society, capable of raising massive and expertedly carved stone statues all across the lands that would one day become Rohan.

These are all that remains of their people's golden age, for these men who fought Sauron and his forces during the Dark years, were in turn conquered by another people who served sauron, and in turn took their lands from them, and built over their homes, and claimed rulership over these lands.

The ancestors of the oathbreakers of Dunharrow, drove the druedain into the hills and forests, where they were forced to live on nothing but hunting, and there they slowly forgot their roots, and were forgotten by all others.

Knowing all of this, it completely changes a lot of one's understanding of this People's oath to Isildur, and their ultimate rejection of it.

"Thou shalt be the last king, and if the west prove mightier than thy Black Master, this curse I lay upon thee and thy folk; to rest never until your oath is fulfilled. For this war will last through years uncounted, and you shall be summoned once again ere the end."

And such was the power of this oath, that upon breaking it, it destroyed their very spirit, and they fled and they hid in the mountains and dwindled and became fewer and fewer, and as the Druedain, they lost their homes, but not to sword, but their own cowardice and the gruesome power they had brought down upon themselves.

It's a very good tale, but when you know the background of all men, it becomes intimately intertwined with Tolkien's themes.

For what Isildur asked the mountain men, was to uphold their oath to fight sauron, and by doing so, earn redemption for their previous acts and crimes they did under his name.

And they refused to repent for their wicked ways and deeds and redeem themselves, and so they were cursed and destroyed... By a kinsmen of the people who's land they took by might and evil deeds.

There is something remarkably fitting about that.

However, justice did not heal the Druedain's wounds, for they did not come forth to join Elendil and Gil-Galad to fight sauron, as their ancestors had against Morgoth.

Instead they hid in their forest and hills, until such a time that they would be called upon once more, NOT by their kin, but a people who they had a personal and very real grievance with the Rohirrim.

For the Rohirrim became the stewards of their former lands after many other came and went, and they did not have a good relationship with the Druedain eitger, mistaking them for beasts or monsters, and turn hunting them...

But in the end, despite this, these two were able to make peace, and common cause, and bury the hatched. For though not direct kin as they were with the Gondorians, they were still both Human beings, they both fought evil, and by doing so, they both managed to survive and see another day and Age of peace and hope.

The tale of the Druedain is one of eternal sadness, but withouth hope. But it is a harsh reminder that important things, and people ARE forgotten. Good people can, and have been defeated, and evil folk can and have taken that which rightfully was theirs.

It's a bittersweet ending, like most things in the Legendarium.

#druedain #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #tolkien's legendarium #meta #numenoreans #edain #numenor #men of dunharrow #oathbreakers #rohan #rohirrim

[hailearendel]

An Elendil portrait!

My idea was to make a traditional-style portrait of young Elendil commissioned by his father to show off honor his heir.

I was DYING to use craquelure textures so I'm pretty happy with the result :)

(I was mostly inspired by the stone statues his ship passes by when entering Númenor in TROP ep 3)

#middle earth #numenor #the silmarillion #elendil #the rings of power #numenoreans #elendil the tall #andunie #tolkien #tolkien art

[velvet4510]

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr poll #feanor #sons of feanor #maeglin #eol #shelob #ungoliant #morgoth #sauron #saruman #ar pharazon #lobelia sackville baggins #first age #second age #third age #war of the ring #maiar #noldor #hobbits #numenoreans #tolkien legendarium

[sesamenom]

Why Numenor was so dominant at the height of the empire

(aka they literally have an army of 500-yr-old superhuman knights with ww1 tech and their main opponents are still stuck in the 13th century)

sources:

airships - lost road fall of numenor; sauron defeated iron warships, steel bows/guns - unfinished tales description of numenor missiles/rockets - lost road

#silm #silmarillion #numenor #numenoreans #the bows are v interesting #like 'hollow steel bows' could def refer to something like historical steel bows #but since it was also talking about 'darts like thunder' in the same passage i think it seems to imply something more like a gun #wherein 'hollow steel bow' is the description provided by a narrator who never encountered a modern gun #also its funnier this way #numenor advanced all the way into the 20th century and theyre still fighting the normans

[tilions]

ANCESTORS OF THE LORDS OF ANDÚNIË || silmariën, elatan and valandil

@secondageweek day ii · men

#secondageweek #tolkiensource #oneringnet #tuserosie #userlyndeth #userindomiel #usertoi #userhaleths #silmarien #elatan #valandil #numenor #numenoreans #lords of andunie #aka elendils ancestors #my edit #✨ mine #i flunkered around with the translation for silmariens name dont come at me #also i have become obsessed with them over the last two days #minor characters my beloved