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cilil · 4 months
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Petition to tag "Mairon | Sauron | Gorthaur | Ñorsus | Annatar | Artano | Aulendil | Tar-Mairon | Zigûr" on AO3
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eldamaranquendi · 1 year
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Annatar - Lord of Gifts (Sauron) by  Cliff Schonewill
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quinthejester · 10 months
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annatar's not like other maia! he'll rip your heart out <3
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Mairon
De todos esse foi o que mais amei fazer até aqui
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celebrimbot · 2 years
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Sauron
(edit yes I know it may not be him after all)
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mettalby · 11 months
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Little Mairon and Melkor warm themselves on a winter night
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animatorweirdo · 1 year
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Falling in love Mairon/You
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(Well, this kinda turned into a several scenario analysis, so I hope you enjoy it anon) 
Requested by anonymous
Warnings: Fluff and relationship stuff at the beginning, then slowly turn for the angst. Mentions of getting hunted and shunned, sad, separation, mairon being loyal. 
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-Falling in love would have been a long progress for Mairon. 
-He doesn’t give his love and devotion to anyone, so you have to be someone really special to earn those things from him. 
-Mairon would most likely not realize he’s in love at first, but when he does – he thinks about it long and hard. 
-If this happened during his time as an apprentice in Aule’s house of craftsman — he would most likely hesitate to come through with his feelings for you. 
-His reputation being a perfectionist and unsocial didn’t give him the best image, so he would doubt you would want to be with someone like him. 
-However, if you show interest in him or that you felt the same for him. It would give him a little confidence boost, and after some nagging from Eonwe, he would finally come through and ask the question. 
-He would be delighted and crack a beautiful smile if you said yes to his proposal for courtship. 
-He’s not the best at expressing his feelings, but little gestures like finding time to spend time with you, giving you little gifts, and slowly getting into intimate acts like giving you short forehead kisses are enough for you. 
-He would still be active and focused on his projects, so if you respected his pace and found time for yourself while he was working – it would make him appreciate you even more, and he would give all of his time to you after he’s finished. 
-He would not mind if you came to his forge – just don’t bother him with unnecessary noise or things, then he won’t usher you away. He would not mind if you simply wished to observe as he worked. 
-He would love it if you asked about his latest work because he would end up rambling about it, describing the details and the future use with such passion that Mairon would worry that he was boring you. 
-If you tell him to continue and assure him you like hearing him talk, you will earn a little smile.
-It was one of the things that made him love you. You had that uncanny ability to make him smile. It was also a privilege reserved only for you. 
-You would most likely end up as his muse as you would inspire him in many of his projects, which he would later give you as a gift. 
-Mairon would feel pride if you wore any of the jewelry he made for you and feel smug about it when you praised his skills to others. 
-He usually didn’t care when others praised his skills, but the feeling felt different when you did it. There was a different kind of envy resulting from it, which he enjoyed laughing at.
-He would melt a bit from the inside if you decided to give him something in return made by your hands. 
-He would assure you the quality of your little gift was acceptable because he adored the gesture too much to judge it. He would have judged it if it got made by someone else, but since it was you – he kept it to himself because he did not want to hurt your feelings. 
-You were precious to him, so he would do anything to make you happy. 
-If this happened in Middle Earth, Mairon would have difficulties accepting his feelings for you. 
-You would most likely have a hard time, as well, if you knew his past and that he was Sauron. 
-If he used a disguise during your relationship — you would feel reluctant and maybe even betrayed to know his true identity. It would be a big secret since you most likely got raised with the stories of his evil deeds and how he served Morgoth, so you knew people would not take it kindly if they knew you courted Sauron. 
-Mairon would feel hurt, but he would understand the meaning of your rejection. 
-He would be the one who would suggest ending it since your safety would have been on the line if you remained together. 
-If you went on your separate ways, he would respect your decision and think about you for some time before closing his heart to avoid such a mistake as falling in love again. 
-But if you decided to remain with him, he would feel the warmth that you accepted him and his past. 
-He would pledge his loyalty to you like he once did with Melkor and most likely try to redeem himself and try for the better if this happened before he got the ideas for the rings and desired to conquer Middle Earth. 
-However, if this happened somewhere between. Mairon would likely face a dilemma between his desire for power and his wish to remain with you.
-It would depend on how much you mattered to him. 
-He would respect your decision to leave and end it there as there was a low chance you would want to join him and his quest to conquer Middle Earth. 
-It would have been a better solution for him. His heart might feel pain, but he would not need to worry about your involvement and pretend your courtship never mattered to him. It would have been easier for him. 
-If you decided to leave, but people learned about your relationship and began to shun you for it. Mairon would feel slightly bad about it, and if you suddenly got hunted and people were out to kill you — he would come to your rescue. He would offer you a safe place by his side if you had nowhere else to go.
-It would be a difficult and tragic position to get into, especially if you didn’t have anyone else to go to or a place where you could be safe from the rejection of the world. But if you decided to stay by Mairon’s side: he would swear by his blackened heart that he would keep you safe. 
-He would destroy and kill anyone who would dare to lay harm upon you. 
-And if you remained together, he would even offer you a place as his ruling consort. 
-In any case, Mairon would be loyal, devoted, and never tell you a lie, even if one of his names was the great deceiver. 
-He would have even given you the one ring, his life, in your hands to prove his love to you.
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“In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast works and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had a part, and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself.”
-JRR Tolkien, Valaquenta
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ohmyarda · 2 years
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Just sketching some Númenor Tar-Mairon 🌙
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elennalore · 1 year
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Devotion (865 words, rated M)
My ficlet for @angbangweek Day 6. Prompt: Temples | Sacrifice.
Characters: Khamûl, Mairon.
Gen with background Melkor/Mairon.
Summary: Young Khamûl spies on the God-King in a temple and becomes his unexpected confidant.
I hope it is still okay to post this for Angbangweek even though it became Khamûl’s origin story in the end! But there is Melkor/Mairon, too.
Read it below or on Ao3.
From his watching place behind one of the pillars, Khamûl saw the foreign man die. He saw the light of the Sun flash from the polished surface of the golden sickle as it cut the air and then – the man’s exposed throat. The foreign man had been screaming a moment before, but now he gave a strange gurgling sound as his blood sprayed onto the altar stone and his life left him. His body, held by two temple servants, twitched once or twice before it went limp and still. In a moment it was over, there was no more blood to offer to the stone; the golden sickle was withdrawn. In absolute silence, the servants bowed and retreated, dragging the body between them. They passed the pillar behind which Khamûl was hiding, but he was lucky, and they didn’t notice him. He dared to exhale only after they had left.
He could not hide from the God-King, however.
“I know you are there. Step forward, boy.”
His heart was pounding with fear, but even though he was just the butcher’s son and not a temple servant, he knew he should not hesitate when the God-King gave him a direct order. So, he came out of his hiding place and took a couple of steps on the mosaic floor, towards the altar. His eyes were fixed on the reddish rays of light on the floor – sunlight was coming through the tinted glass window. Then he remembered his manners and quickly prostrated himself before the God-King, his forehead touching cool mosaic tiles. He could not quite hear his steps, but somehow he knew that the God-King had come nearer.
“Rise.” The voice of the God-King sounded almost amused. Khamûl didn’t dare to look up.
“How long have you been here? How many sacrifices did you see?”
“Nine,” Khamûl admitted. “All of them.”
 “And do you think it is enough?”
 His eyes averted from a puddle of blood in front of the altar, still dripping down the smooth stone steps. “I don’t know. Perhaps, if it helps?”
 The God-King laughed, and it was not a pleasant laugh at all. “If it helps to get him back – indeed! You must think of me as desperate, trying to get him back. And perhaps I am!”
 “Never, my King!” Khamûl cried out, horrified. He had seen what the God-King did to heretics. Besides, he was not one. He had seen God-King’s powers and knew that he spoke the truth about the mighty Vala who was betrayed and cast into the Void.
 The God-King came to sit down on the altar steps, careful to avoid the spots still dripping with blood, and gestured Khamûl to join him. He hesitated only for a moment. The God-King looked almost vulnerable all of a sudden. Khamûl was both attracted and scared of his attention. He didn’t dare to look on his left where the God-King was seated, a couple of steps higher than him. When a firm hand came to rest on his shoulder, all fear left him, though. He knew that the God-King sought for connection, or maybe a listener.
“I loved him,” The God-King said after a long pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “Melkor made me what I am today. He taught me everything and opened his heart to me. And they took him away from me! They hurt him and pushed him outside the borders of Arda!”
A soft palm, unnaturally warm, cupped Khamûl’s chin and turned his head so that he was forced to meet those strange burning eyes.
“I will do anything to get him back. Do you believe me?”
Khamûl watched the passion burn in the immortal eyes and shivered. “I believe you,” he assured him.
The God-King studied him with great interest. No one had watched Khamûl like that before, as if he had really seen the restless spirit hiding behind his eyes – his true self.
“You don’t fear me.” The words were said in an admiring voice. A little smile flickered across the God-King’s face. “Not like the others.”
To his surprise, Khamûl realized that it was so. He had feared the God-King before –they all did– but now the feeling had changed into something else. “It’s true, my King.”
The God-King cocked an eye at him. “And what do you think of me then?”
Khamûl thought about it. “You have a passionate heart, and you love your Vala a lot.”
The God-King let go of his chin and laughed again, but his laughter sounded less desperate this time.
“I like you, boy. Would you like to come with me when I leave your city? For I must go away one day. There’s more work to do.”
“Yes,” he said without thinking.
The God-King smiled again, and Khamûl wondered if this devotion he felt in his heart was the same the God-King felt towards Melkor. There was a twinkle in his King’s eye as he leaned forward to whisper something in Khamûl’s ear. His ceremonial robes smelled of smoke and ash and blood.
“My real name is Mairon,” he revealed a secret, the first of the many between them, and Khamûl’s heart leapt with unexpected joy.
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maeofthenoldor · 1 year
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While Tar-Mirel slowly begins to resent the valar and becoming more and more involved with the blasphemous deeds of Tar-Marion, the faithful turn their backs on the queen they had neglected, calling them both "The witches of Numenor"
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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year
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March Madness - Night of 28 Saurons
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In a valiant effort, I've completed all the prompts given for the @fellowshipofthefics March Madness.
For Sauron.
Yup...
Here is the collection :D
The Madness
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eldamaranquendi · 2 years
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Sauron by Kerulin
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quinthejester · 2 years
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the ultimate queen bee, babe, mean girl and girlboss
doodles of mairon/sauron/annatar/tar-mairon/whatever else you wanna call him 
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Tar-Mairon
Este senhor tem tantas formas, que acho que nunac vou acabar 😂 (Torço para que amanhã eu não o odeie e queira refazer ele inteiro como aconteceu com os anteriores...)
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celebrimbot · 1 year
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tar-mairon
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