Which Tolkien character do y'all think would have the best roast game? For me it's HARD, but my top three pics are:
Gandalf: old, tired, powerful, gives no fucks
Maglor: master of wordplay, professional writer. Also gives no fucks.
Maedhros: Survived Angband and the deaths of his dad and five brothers, fuck meter is in the absolute red.
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Sol's Sketchbook 6/13 | Fëanor and Melkor, Olórin and Fëanor headshots, and some practice with Mairon's headdresses that turned silly
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tolkien and other assorted bs below cut x
listening to lotr audiobooks and it’s not new but literal demigod gandalf getting pissed the hell off at pippin is the funniest shit ever... annoyed ancient powerful being is chefs kiss 🤌
also i love sam being just extraordinarily gay at every turn
*ive never actually read lotr til now only the hobbit and silm oops and the rest has been osmosis
also ive been having a rough mental time lately for many reasons so i really stagnated again but im always trying to get back on my bullshit o(-<
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Some more Maia doddless!! Aiwendil, Curumo and Olórin
I think Aiwendil looks really huggable, he’s a total bean.
Other headcanon I guess: Curumo I imagine tries to copy Mairon a lot, kinda in a little sibling who tries to copy their cooler older sibling way. Meanwhile I think Olórin is a bit of a mum friend type.
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the maiar gang!! ik this isnt how they'd look or whatever but I wanted to focus in their eldar-like fursonas forms
Mairon and Eonwe Ilmare stating at Arien
Arien staring at Ilmare Aiwendil befriending animals
and I know they wouldn't age like elves or humans but i think it would be adorable if they did so here we are with nerd tilion
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happy pride month silm lgbts
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Olorin! Hc below the cut
Olorin was originally designed for Melkor, along with his brother Gothmog, but disagreed with him when he started smashing up the creations of the other Valar. He was forced to leave because of that, (and Melkor had kicked the shit out of him), and ended up in Almaren. He served under several different Valar and became renowned for the wisdom and kindness.
Olorin is a 'fire-maiar', but not a fire maiar like Mairon or Arien. He's more of a benevolent wil-o'-wisp, doing his best to guide travellers and help lost people
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E3 for Gandalf
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so tolkien can give some characters like three names and also name a bunch of different people hador haldad haldan haldar haldir haleth and halmir
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Chapter 2: Goodbye To Blood And Tears (Do You Remember Me)
-8th Jan. 300 the Fifth Age-
“You will… go tomorrow…” Yavanna informed Mairon in a slitly shaking voice. Mairon just nodded slightly.
“You should go pack.” Whispered Aule, and Mairon just nodded again.
When Mairon had left Aule turned to Yavanna with a hopeless look in his eyes, “we finally gets him back, and then th-then, he steals him again!”
“I know,” Yavanna her husband an awkward pet on the back.
-o0o- BLOOD WARNING -o0o-
Maglor woke up as he was pulled ruthless down his bed by his hair.
“Those bastards!” he could hear Morgoth cursing over him as he dragged him down the way to the cellar.
When they reached the cellar Morgoth threw him hard down on the floor and quickly stepped down hard on his back so he could move away from the horrors that was about to happened.
When the fast lash hit him he moaned but soon there was blood and he screamed with each blow.
Then all went black.
A foot cruelly kicked his stomach hard and Maglor woke up to only agony in his body as he curled in on himself to better protect himself.
The next time he woke Morgoth had left but that didn’t change his back was a bloody open wound at the moment.
He slowly tried to stand up but found that he couldn’t.
Right now he could only lay down on the floor and feel bad for Maedhros. He had been right. Morgoth took pleasure in others pain but only when he was frustrated, otherwise he didn’t care if people was in pain or hurt, unless it was one of his own.
Olorin had been the first sacrifice, but he had given himself on the day Namo had talked about Erus whish. Maglor had been the first and later to Maglors dismiss had Ereinion come. Thankfully the fallen Vala kept away from him and only let his anger and frustration out on Maglor, if he didn’t just leave the place for days, sometimes even weeks.
He slowly stood up after some time and grunted when he pulled at the lashes.
He needed to find a new shirt. This one was ruined.
“WHAT HAPPENED!” Ereinion cried in shock as his eyes found Maglor, “are you okay!?”
“Stupid qustien!” Maglor hissed, “help me to my room.”
“Are you feeling better?” Olorin asked as he moved away from his back. He had healed his back with a song.
“Much!” Maglor breathed in relief, “thank you,” he added.
“Why did he do that!?” Ereinion asked horrified as he walked into the room with some fried eggs and orange juice, “I mean, I have never seen him do that. When I came here first I would have excepted it but… he´s just not what I excepted and now I… he-“ “I know.” Maglor whispered, “he doesn’t like all the paperwork, and the part were he´s suppose to stay in Valinor for some time, to get it all into place. He doesn’t like that, and then he turns into Morgoth!” The last was utterd with bitterness in his voice.
“I see.” Ereinion said as he putted down the food beside Maglor.
-o0o- BLOOD WARNING IS OVER -o0o-
“GOTHMOG!!!!” Melkor knocked even harder on the door.
“WHAT!” Gothmog hissed from behind him. Melkor turned around and smiled wickedly, “you have finely mastered the art of a sneak attack!” He declared and clapped loudly in front of his friend, “shut up Mel!”
“I´m pretty sure I asked you to meet me in the garage for about half an hour ago!”
“You did.” Melkor agreed.
A few hours later in Gothmogs car.
“I still gets creeps of this bridge,” Melkor started, “I mean how do they make sure it doesn’t break!”
“Keep you off it as long as possible I guess,” answered a still pissed Gothmog. They where always late and his ears already hurt at the thought of listing to Eonwes bragging about them being late again when Melkor was out of sight.
Another few hours later in Valinor.
Gothmog had parked in the big parking lot and was now cursed to be in a little elevator with Melkor that had taken his headphones on and scrolled through Tumblr on his phone completely ignoring the world. An Eonwe that looked like it toke great self control to not just begin cursing him in front of Melkor, and an awful elevator music.
Finally after agonizing minutes opened the door.
Melkor strode down a corridor and Eonwe showed him down another corridor and began bragging about what an awful person he was.
“Are you okay Mairon?” Aule asked as he pulled away from the bone braking hug even though he knew the answer, “as okay as I can get I suppose?” Mairon gave Aule a happy smile to lift the spirit a bit more.
Yavanna walked quickly over and hugged him in a crushing hug, “I´m going to miss you more then anything!”
“It´s okay!” Mairon answered and patted her back awkwardly.
When she finely let go off him he could see a big man standing in the door entrance with Eonwe. His good friend… he never would see again. The man was quite tall and bulky built, he had a light brown skin as if he had been out in the sun lately, semi long straight black hair with red tips, sharp futures, small sad entirely black eyes, thin lips, high thick bones. Basically he looked like an elf if not for the goat like ears, black eyes and curly horns on his head that some of his hair had found its way around.
Otherwise he looked normal with dark blue jeans a white t-shirt with some holes and a pair of sunglasses could be seen in a pocket of a black leather jacket that was dropped over his shoulder.
Mairon quickly hugged the last people goodbye and then took hold of his backpack with some clothes, his headphones, some food and water and a toothbrush. Then he walked over to the guy with an uneasy smile.
At least this was not Morgoth!
The man just turned around and began walking with Mairon and Eonwe after him.
When they had found a black jeep he turned around and hugged Eonwe like it was the last day of his life. Maybe It was. He did not know yet. “I´m going to miss you” he whispered in his friends ear before sitting himself in the car.
“So am I! Farwell my friend!”
“My name is Mairon-“ Mairon started he didn’t like the silence, “I know.” Answered the man.
“… And what are you name?” Mairon asked nerves.
“Gothmog.” Wonderful! He sat beside a balrog!
A few hours later.
“We are about to cross the bridge, but I’m hungry,” started the balrog, “do you like MacDonald’s?”
“I… y-yes!” Mairon stuttered at the unexpected question.
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Facing the Balrog- Gandalf Swears edition
Gandalf: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!! FUCKFUCKSHIT DAMN IT SON OF A BITCH BLOODY FUCKING HELL! FLY! FUCKING FLY!
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I wrote a fic, apparently. That tag game with the fics convinced me to finish a WIP that's been marinating in my folders for almost half a year.
Anyways, if you want to read a fic about Olorin (aka Gandalf) and Curumo (aka Saruman) punching and launching firebolts at each other when they were younger, here's a fic for you.
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gandalf and arien are besties and he specifically used his bestie privilege to ask her to shine sunlight dramatically on him during his arrival at helms deep in this scene
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Some dialogue that may or may not end up in a fic
Shelob: Well, if it isn't Olorin and his merry band of lucky children.
Shelob: Ahh..we meet again, O mighty Ringbearers...the meal who got away, the wyrm who nearly cut out my eye, and the wretch who failed to deliver what he promised me.
Míli: Hold your tongue. We’ve already slain two Maia.
Shelob: A wheel slayed the first and the other was brought down by dumb luck and his own arrogance. I’d be careful if I were you, child. It takes much more to make a queen than a name, a few won battles, and an ancient Elven blade.
Shelob: Do you know how long I've been here, Olorin? I was the first of our kind to set foot in these lands. I was here long before Sauron, and long before the first stone of Barad-dur was placed. This is MY domain. And since you all so graciously got rid of the leech on the front porch for me, I'm taking it back.
Aragorn: And will you keep it once Gondor's armies learn you are harboring Orcs here?
Shelob: This is their only home, the only place they can turn to.
Gandalf: Whether you like it or not, Shelob, the world has changed. If you wish to keep Mordor in peace, you must build alliances. Do not make the same mistakes your mother did.
Shelob: My mother fell because her heart was weak enough to let the Black Foe in
Sam: You attacked Frodo! You tried to kill him!
Shelob: I tried to remind him his time was fading fast. It's not my fault he was too slow. I knew his hours were numbered before the ring consumed him.
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I made a list and checked it twice, for all the fucks I give about ending Gandalf’s life. And I found none.
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Istari Entertainment Technologies: indistinguishable from magic.
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Bregolas by peet
'The son of Boromir was Bregor, whose sons were Bregolas and Barahir ...'
J.R.R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 17: Of the Coming of Men into the West
'In the time that followed Túrin grew high in favour with Orodreth, and well-nigh all hearts were turned to him in Nargothrond. For he was young, and only now reached his full manhood; and he was in truth the son of Morwen Eledhwen to look upon: dark-haired and pale-skinned, with grey eyes, and his face more beautiful than any other among mortal Men, in the Elder Days. His speech and bearing were that of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, and even among the Elves he might be taken for one from the great houses of the Noldor; therefore many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-Man.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chaper 21: Of Túrin Turambar
Cirdan, Lord of the Falathrimby peet
'Some [Ossë] persuaded to remain; and those were the Falathrim, the Elves of the Falas, who in after days had dwellings at the havens of Brithombar and Eglarest, the first mariners in Middle-earth and the first makers of ships. Círdan the Shipwright was their lord.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 5: Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië
Hurin of the Keys by peet
'Is there no deed to do?' she said. 'Who commands in this City?'
'I do not rightly know,' he answered. 'Such things are not my care. There is a marshal over the Riders of Rohan; and the Lord Húrin, I am told, commands the men of Gondor. But the Lord Faramir is by right the Steward of the City.'
JRR Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King: Book VI, Chapter 5: The Steward and the King
Olorin by peet
'Wisest of the Maiar was Olórin. He too dwelt in Lórien, but his ways took him often to the house of Nienna, and of her he learned pity and patience.
Of Melian much is told in the Quenta Silmarillion. But of Olórin that tale does not speak; for though he loved the Elves, he walked among them unseen, or in form as one of them, and they did not know whence came the fair visions or the promptings of wisdom that he put into their hearts. In later days he was the friend of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and took pity on their sorrows; and those who listened to him awoke from despair and put away the imaginations of darkness.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: VALAQUENTA: Account of the Valar and Maiar according to the lore of the Eldar
Nerdanel the Wise by peet
'While still in his early youth he wedded Nerdanel, the daughter of a great smith named Mahtan, among those of the Noldor most dear to Aulë; and of Mahtan he learned much of the making of things in metal and in stone. Nerdanel also was firm of will, but more patient than Fëanor, desiring to understand minds rather than to master them, and at first she restrained him when the fire of his heart grew too hot; but his later deeds grieved her, and they became estranged.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 6: Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor
Feanor's Betrayal at Losgar by peet
‘Then Fëanor laughed as one fey, and he cried: ‘None and none! What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. Let those that cursed my name, curse me still, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar! Let the ships burn!’
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 9: Of the Flight of the Noldor
Lord Denethor by peet
'Hail, Lord and Steward of Minas Tirith, Denethor son of Ecthelion! I am come with counsel and tidings in this dark hour.'Then the old man looked up. Pippin saw his carven face with its proud bones and skin like ivory, and the long curved nose between the dark deep eyes; and he was reminded not so much of Boromir as of Aragorn. 'Dark indeed is the hour,' said the old man, 'and at such times you are wont to come, Mithrandir. But though all the signs forebode that the doom of Gondor is drawing nigh, less now to me is that darkness than my own darkness.'
JRR Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King: Book V, Chapter 1: Minas Tirith
Queen Beruthiel by peet
''Do not be afraid!' said Aragorn. There was a pause longer than usual, and Gandalf and Gimli were whispering together; the others were crowded behind, waiting anxiously. 'Do not be afraid! I have been with him on many a journey, if never on one so dark; and there are tales of Rivendell of greater deeds of his than any that I have seen. He will not go astray - if there is any path to find. He has led us in here against our fears, but he will lead us out again, at whatever cost to himself. He is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of Queen Berúthiel.''
JRR Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: Book II, Chapter 4: A Journey in the Dark
Isildur Healed by peet
'But Isildur came at last hardly back to Rómenna and delivered the fruit to the hands of Amandil, ere his strength failed him. Then the fruit was planted in secret, and it was blessed by Amandil; and a shoot arose from it and sprouted in the spring. But when its first leaf opened then Isildur, who had lain long and come near to death, arose and was troubled no more by his wounds.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: AKALLEBÊTH: The Downfall of Númenór
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Mairon and Olórin friendship
I made a post almost five days ago, saying that I really think Mairon and Olórin were friends and I wanted to write more about it!
First I need to say that they were both wise. I already read people saying that, in comparison to Olórin, Mairon was not wise "enough". At first, in my vision, I thought Olórin was wiser than Mairon because I was only seeing his corruption, now I do believe these two were equally wise, the difference between them is that Mairon chose to use his knowledge for the bad, while Olórin decided to use for the good.
Now, back in Aman before Mairon's corruption. I think he and Olórin were great friends, I don't see Olórin scared of Mairon or seeing him as a more powerful Maia than he was. To Olórin, Mairon was his friend, that Maia that was very skilled in the forges and loved to share his ideas with him. And Olórin liked it. He enjoyed to see Mairon happy and I do believe he kind of (not exactly) blamed himself later for not seeing how Mairon was "unhappy" (would that be the word to describe it?). I believe that in the end of the first age, when Melkor was defeated, Olórin had to fight against Mairon and he didn't want to because he would never forget the memories they had before, but of course I think Mairon didn't exactly care for it and still he fought against Olórin and he hurt him. The only one who could actually stop Mairon at that time was Eonwë. I headcanon that later, when Manwë and Varda decided to send him to Middle-Earth, he was scared not only because of the battle where Mairon hurt him, but also because he could never see how Mairon was feeling back in those days in Aman, how Mairon was being slowly corrupted and no one noticed it and how much anger Mairon still had with him during the Third Age.
If you read this until here and you have something to add, please do it! I love talking about these two and I love reading other people's ideas about it.
Also ignore if there's something weird, it's late and I'm sleepy but I really wanted to write it now
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Can we get some headcanons for Olorin/Gandalf please?
He’s VERY shy and quiet, extremely bookish, and not particularly inclined to do much but laze about in the libraries or wander in the gardens. He gets along very well with Nienna because she admires his gentle, compassionate nature and is happy to give him somewhere to relax when he’s tired of running errands.
When Melkor was captive in Valinor, Olórin was tasked with keeping an eye on him, which is to say following him about wherever he went to make sure he didn’t get up to any mischief. Melkor, who had a soft spot for all the Maiar, was not at all put out and the two became quite close. Olórin thus has a lot of misgivings about the way the other Valar treated Melkor, although never quite enough to question them outright. He mayyyy also have a wee crush on Melkor but he is HARDLY alone in that regard.
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bold of gandalf (maia of manwe sulimo, garbed in the grey lady nienna’s colours, helper of her brother sleep) to make such strong associations with fire
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