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Thû, the Necromancer, Lord of Werewolves and his Herald, Thuringwethil
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Zigûr coming out of Melkor's temple
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✧˖ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 °.
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Are you looking to name a Maia or Vala OC or to write about an Ainu character, but aren't sure how to name them/refer to them? You've come to the right place! Here's a fun little breakdown of Ainur names (there's also a tldr at the bottom for quick answers). Hope it helps!
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Level 1: What others call them (near, far, wherever they are)
Much like other characters in the legendarium, Ainur have different names in different languages and their identities may be seen differently depending on which culture they're currently interacting with.
One great example for this is Gandalf. His original name in Valinor was Olórin (related to "olos"/"olor" which means dream or vision), while the name Gandalf came from old northern Mannish and means "Wand-Elf". To the Dwarves, he was known as Tharkûn, which is Khuzdul for "Staff-man", and his Sindarin name was Mithrandir, which means "grey wanderer". These are just a few examples of his various names and nicknames, but you get the idea.
If you have other characters referring to the Ainu in question, consider which language(s) they would speak and see if a name has already been given to that Ainu in the specific language. Otherwise you can translate one of their existing names or give them a new one based on how you think the culture/group of people whose perspective you're currently writing would view the Ainu. An example to illustrate the latter: On Númenor Mairon was referred to as Zigûr, which means "wizard" in Adûnaic - fitting for a sorcerer.
As for the Ainu(r) character(s) you're writing, consider that they may also need different names in different languages depending on who they interact with. Ainur are omnilingual and will typically introduce themselves according to the language others around them speak. Depending on how open they want to be with their identity, they may simply give a slightly altered version of their name that reflects the other language (for example the Adûnaic version of Melkor is Mulkhêr), translate their name or make up a new one or accept one that was given to them. However, the name they identify with and use in their inner monologue may be a different one*... and this is where we move to the next level.
*Important side note regarding this: While Morgoth and Sauron are commonly used names for Melkor and Mairon, these names were given to them by other people and are intended to be derogatory, so even though it's not always explicit in the text, we can safely assume that they do not self-identify as such and stick to their more "flattering" original names.
Level 2: Quenya
When Ainur are introduced in canon, a Quenya name is usually given as their "real" name. Again, Olórin is an example (one among many) for this.
Having a Quenya name is pretty essential for every Ainu who lives in/has ties to Valinor and can be important for the ones in Middle-earth too depending on the time period and how they self-identify. Be sure to look up the Quenya names of existing Ainur characters and have a Quenya name ready for your OCs, unless they were never in Valinor and explicitly cut themselves off from their kin and culture. Gothmog might be an example for this, being an Ainu who is pretty much exclusively identified with a Sindarin name and seems to at least not object to the usage of his "evil Balrog name"/isn't mentioned to identify with a different name instead. However, even in such a case consider that other Ainur might still remember the character in question by their Quenya name and continue to use it.
Level 3: Valarin
As you probably know already, Valarin is the language of the Ainur that they created when they began taking physical forms. While they still use it among themselves and some Valarin words were adopted into Quenya, the alien and at times unpleasant sound of Valarin prompted them to learn Quenya instead to converse with Elves.
Would the Valarin name be a more "accurate" name of an Ainu, given how it was their first language and they only later translated their names? You could say that, and some authors have chosen to use Valarin names for that reason.
However, the main issue with Valarin is that so little is known about it and it can be intimidating and/or infuriating to even try using it aside from the few known Valarin names, which are:
Aȝūlēz (Aulë) Arōmēz (Oromë) Mānawenūz (Manwë) Oš(o)šai (Ossë) Tulukhastāz (Tulkas) Ullubōz (Ulmo)
Alright, don't panic. Valarin is, at least in my humble opinion, not a must. The texts themselves use Quenya, the Quenya names are a translation of the Valarin names and the Ainur in general are known to self-identify by their Quenya names a lot, for example Mairon liked calling himself "Tar-Mairon".
If this however isn't satisfying to you and you would still prefer to have Valarin names ready for the Ainur you're writing, but can't make much of what little is known (less than 20 words and names respectively), you can still "make up" your own Valarin rendition of the Quenyan names. Here's how:
If you look at the ones I listed above, you may have already noticed that there are strong similarities between the names. Manwë, for example, comes from the Quenya root "man" with the ending "wë", and you can see these elements being present in his Valarin name as well. So I'd suggest you take the Quenya root and simply... make up a name that sounds like it could be proper Valarin (yup, we cheese it). To give you an example I've seen floating around in fanon: Melkor's name comes from the Common Eldarin (common ancestor of all Elven languages) "melek"/"mbelek", which means powerful (root "bel"/"mbel"), and Valarin names people use for him are usually some variant of "(M)Belekorōz".
Level 4: "True Names"?
But wait, some of you may say, didn't you say that the Ainur only invented Valarin when they took physical forms? Yup, I sure did. The Ainur in fact existed before language was even a thing - as spirit beings who communicate telepathically (via good old ósanwë) by nature they don't need it among themselves.
And this why I think not even the Valarin names are technically the "true names" of the Ainur and that they in fact don't have "one true name". Given how the use of ósanwë, especially in an environment like the Timeless Halls where no physical barriers exist, allows them to pretty much project their entire identity, emotional state and being to one another, there should have been no need for names. Rather, they would have "titles" or "descriptors", a sort of summary of who their identity and function. You can arguably see that in Melkor's name still: "He who arises in might".
Now, again, what I'm saying in the paragraph above isn't explicitly spelled out in canon, but rather the conclusion I've come to after researching and thinking about it. I would also advise against giving various Ainur half a sentence as their original "name" for your Timeless Halls fics - I thought about it, but realized it would be both obnoxious to write and unpleasant to read.
[TLDR] To conclude my advice is this: Quenya as the original/default name is completely fine, you can create a Valarin version if you want to and otherwise you may need additional names in other languages depending on the setting and situation, as outlined in level 1. With that being said: Happy writing and character creating!
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aotearoa20 · 3 months
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Zigûr and Tar Miriel
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“To whom do you pray, Highness?” She blinked. A heavy question, riddled with loyalties she’d never confirmed one way or another. A small smile hooked around her face; the truth will not aid him either way. It is the smallest of victories but she clung to it nonetheless. “I haven’t prayed since I was a little girl.” “That’s wise,” She didn’t hear him approach, only shivered as he put his hands on her shoulder and spoke softly behind her ear. “Best to avoid such disappointments.”
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absynthe--minded · 2 years
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a brief list of things that the Amazon show cannot include
(due to not having the rights to Unfinished Tales, the Histories, the Silmarillion, or The Nature of Middle-Earth)
the story of Erendis and Aldarion
the demographics, population distribution, full religious practices, and full geography of Númenor
the full extent of Númenorean colonization and religious persecution against the Faithful
the full story of Tar-Míriel and Ar-Pharazôn
the name “Zigûr” and the extent of Morgoth-worship in Númenor
the full political nuance and long history of the King’s Men as an ideology
any information on Sindarin population movement into Lórinand and the Greenwood
Oropher’s ancestry and relationship to Doriath
Galadriel’s family history, Sindarin marriage and assimilation, and political ambitions
any details on the War of the Elves and Sauron, possibly including the fact that it happened at all
information on Celebrimbor’s captivity and the fall of Ost-in-Edhil (beyond the fact that it happened)
the name “Annatar” and the name “Gwaith-i-Mírdain”
details on the Last Alliance (such as Oropher’s xenophobia and his troops’ suffering for it)
the names “Aegnor/Aikanáro” and “Angrod/Angaráto” for Galadriel’s other brothers, and possibly the name Finrod
the full extent of the Darkening and the political drama surrounding House Finwë
who Fëanor was and what he did
Fingon, Maedhros, and the other Finwëans of that generation (except maybe Turgon and Idril)
details of the War of Wrath
the names of most of the Valar, probably also the Khuzdul name “Mahal”
full details of the rounding of the world
in essence, they’re inventing everything.
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urwendii · 8 days
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I need to diversify a bit more my dash and I'm looking for more Silm blogs to follow, so if you have any of these interests like this post ❤️
NO Ainur haters
Nolofinwëans !
Maedhros
ARIEN ☀️
Eönwë
Mairon Gorthaur Artano Aulendil Annatar Zigûr Sauron
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atane-is-here · 2 years
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Zigûr in the gardens of Romenna, the eastern port of Numenor.
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arofili · 2 years
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@tolkienweek​ 2022 | favorite villain ● faceless | sauron in the second age
For Sauron took to himself the name of Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, and they had at first much profit from his friendship...
—The Silmarillion, “Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age”
And Zigûr coming looked upon Anadûnê and the city of Arminalêth in the days of its glory, and he was indeed astounded; but his heart within was filled the more with envy and with hate.
—The History of Middle-earth: Volume IX: Sauron Defeated, “The Drowning of Anadûnê”
But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which he had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dûr, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself a new guise, an image of malice and hatred made visible; and the Eye of Sauron the Terrible few could endure.
—The Silmarillion, “Akallabêth: The Downfall of Númenor”
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sauron-kraut · 26 days
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Tagged by the lovely @elevenelvenswords to share a WIP snippet🖤 - thank you so much!
“Zigûr.” Mairon spins around. He had been lingering in the temple, had walked around the domed hall, running his fingers over the altar, and he had reminisced, seated on the vast stairs, staring into the fire and the imposing statue’s empty eyes. Purifying his soul in a glimpse of peace after purifying the temple in blood and flames. The voice calling him plants dread in his marrow and it blooms in his bones, it spreads throughout his veins and leaks into his flesh.  Intruder.
Yeah, working on another Mairon/Ar-Pharazôn piece. I just cannot let go of them, they're so awful together.
Tagging @cilil, @lvsifer and @saintstars :) - I saw some others already got tagged.
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Halbrand: No one calls King Mairon Annatar Sauron Gorthaur Zigûr Halbrand of the Southlands a murderer!
Galadriel: No one has the time!
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silvergeek · 2 years
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Sauron - Fast Facts 2
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Thuringwethil was a Vampire servant of Sauron during the First Age. She was Sauron's messenger, but was caught in the battle between her master, Lúthien and Huan at Tol-in-Gaurhoth ("Isle of Werewolves"). She was slain either by the Hound of Valinor or in the collapse of Minas Tirith. Lúthien later used her cloak to sneak into Angband during the Quest for the Silmaril.[1] Because of Thuringwethil's ability to change forms, she may have been a Maia or some sort of skin-changer.
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Sauron's other names
Sindarin - Gorthaur.mp3By Gilgamesh. (Help; more articles)Quenya - Mairon.mp3By Gilgamesh. (Help; more articles)Annatar.mp3By Ardamir. (Help; more articles)
Gorthaur was a name used of Sauron by the Sindar during the First Age,[2][55] meaning "Terrible Dread". The name is composed of the elements gor ("horror, dread") and thaur ("abominable, abhorrent").[54] The Quenya equivalent was Ñorsus.[3]
In some of Tolkien's notes from the 1950s, it is said that Sauron's original name was Mairon (Q, "the Admirable"), but this was altered after he was suborned by Melkor. He continued to call himself Mairon the Admirable, or Tar-mairon ("King Excellent"), until after Númenor's downfall,[3] although he could not use that name in Númenor, as it was a Quenya name with royal implications. There he was called Zigûr,[19] meaning "Wizard" in Adûnaic.[56]
Annatar is Quenya for "Lord of Gifts", from anna + tar.[57] It can be noticed that Morgoth used a similar name when he seduced the first Men: "Giver of Gifts".[58] In an isolated note, Tolkien gives other names used by Sauron when he seduced the Elves in the Second Age: Artano ("High-smith") and Aulendil ("Devoted to Aulë").[59]
Among his many titles and epithets were:
The Base Master of Treachery, used once by Gandalf to explain why the Mouth of Sauron should not be trusted.[60]
The Black One, used once by Gollum.[61]
The Black Hand, used twice by Gollum.[46]
The Black Master, used by Isildur when cursing Sauron's former servants, the Oathbreakers.[37]
The Dark Lord, given by the Free Peoples after he rose in the Second Age.[5]
The Dark Power, used by Gandalf.[62]
The Deceiver, given by Amandil before departing to ask the Valar deliverance from Sauron's corruption.[17]
The Enemy, given by the Free Peoples after he rose in the Second Age.[5]
The One Enemy, used once by Frodo Baggins.[63]
The Eye, with its variants, mainly refered to his mental form and his emblem, but also applied to Sauron himself.[64]
The Great, following the name of Sauron, it is only used once by Gandalf,[62] once by Glóin,[13] and once by the Mouth of Sauron.[60]
The King of Kings, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[18]
The Lord of the Earth, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age.[5]
The King of Men, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[17]
The Lord of the World, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[18]
The Necromancer, used during his rule in Dol Guldur when his identity was unknown.[13]
The Nameless, probably given by the people of Gondor, as it is only used by Boromir as Nameless Enemy,[13] by Faramir as Nameless One,[65] and by the watchmen of Gondor.[66]
The Lord of the Ring or Lord of the Rings.
The Ring-maker.[62]
The Ruler, used once by Saruman during his confrontation with Gandalf.[13]
The Shadow, not properly given to him, but to his power when he expanded it in the Third Age.[5]
The Sorcerer, used during his rule in Dol Guldur when his identity was unknown.[13]
Wolf-Sauron, the name given to the dreadful werewolf-shape that Sauron took on when he went to do battle with Huan.[10]
Halbrand (from Rings of Power)
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denzit · 11 months
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Mairon, Artano, Aulendil, Sauron, Annatar, Gorthaur, Zigûr, The Enemy, The Deceiver, The Necromancer, The Shadow, The Dark Lord, The Lord of the Rings, The Miauron
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hirazuki · 11 months
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For the flower language writing prompts, would you do thyme for Mairon, please?
Thyme | Courage, Strength | What mercy means
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The winds blow cold along the coast, vague whispers of snow from the high mountains running headlong into the salt spray spewed by a sea that is still black, still writhing, as unsettled as his thoughts.
But not cold enough; not high enough.
It is all painfully mild against the memory of lurching cliffs and burning ice -- a landscape that he would carve out a portion of his very soul to be able to complain about, just one more time, that now lies immeasurable fathoms below his feet.
The death throes of Angband had been violent: a beast crippled and cornered and drowned. Mairon had lingered, despite his orders, to try and get as many out as he could, to try and save what little remained of his wolves, to --
All pointless. Once Melkor had been removed, the water had come. The lower levels stood no chance; the upper levels, a mere ghost of one. Stone; metal; flesh -- all gave way under the pressure, and even dragon-fire was doused.
(He thought that he, too, would be drowned, insofar as an Ainu can -- have his body stripped from him, at the very least; he should have drowned. Instead, he awoke to find himself securely tucked away on this strange new coastline, entirely unharmed, strings of seaweed clinging to his body and the scent of storms upon his skin -- residue, that he has been studiously ignoring.)
Mairon can still hear the screams.
He has no care for elves or men or other creatures that the Valar like to fancy themselves as keeping, but he is -- was, he reminds himself, with bitterness and bite -- a leader of armies, and, as such, knows warfare and all its aspects intimately. The sheer number of casualties the other side has suffered -- including what must have been non-combatants, continent-wide -- has to be exponentially larger than his; staggeringly so.
The Valar finally deigned to interfere in the affairs of those beyond their rose-colored isolation, in order to save these people, presumably.
Mairon cannot help but scoff. His lord, in all his pain and anger and malice, was kinder, in the end.
Is this their idea of mercy?
Is this what they consider an acceptable loss?
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The sea swells and roars as flashes of fire cut across the sky, and the island breaks apart with a sound that shackles his mind to a horror he had thought safely left behind in the previous Age.
As the wave rises, a churning shadow looming at almost the entire height of the Meneltarma where he stands, echoing past mercy bestowed so acutely that it seems he could have been walking the halls of Angband only yesterday, something twists and snaps inside him --
And he laughs.
Mairon -- Tar-Mairon, Zigûr -- laughs at the sight of the chasm opening up before Númenor and at the sound of falling hills that reaches his ears from Aman's distant shore and at the smell of lightning burning the sky and the touch of it that scorches his skin when it strikes at his feet, grazing him, and at the taste of despair in the suffocating air all around; laughs and laughs and laughs, until his laughter is indistinguishable from screaming.
A voice -- female, piercing -- somehow manages to capture and hold his attention, from where it darts and flares like wildfires in high summer.
Tar-Míriel, last Queen of Numenor, bereft of rule and -- soon -- of realm, climbs the final stretch of this so-called Holy Mountain, pulling herself up from its steepness and onto the small ledge at its peak.
He had offered her a ring some days ago, and, in her pride, she had rejected it. That pride seems to have buckled, now, under the fear of the yawning tide that promises to devour them all, man and god alike, and she runs to him, hand outstretched, shouting --
The wave crashes down.
Too late, again, he mourns, a last thought as he is plunged into the sea's cold grasp, water rushing into his nose and mouth and eyes, too far gone from both grace and Middle Earth's coasts for anyone to risk their lord's wrath for his sake this time.
Always, always, he is too late, for the things that matter.
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Firelight flickers across the walls, casting soft shadows all about the room, the smell of damp earth seeping slowly into his sluggish awareness.
He flickers, too, sliding in and out -- of consciousness, of corporeality -- ever-shifting, struggling to stay.
Pain is at his throat; the blood is flowing, freely, running, never stopping, he needs to --
No.
That is not --
That happened long ago. A different forest. A different wound.
Funny -- how he always seems to find refuge in the woods. He should examine that. Had he more energy, he would examine it.
Cold.
He is so cold. Someone -- Khamûl? -- has draped blankets over him, over what purports to be his form, and despite his own weakness to the element, apparently, has set the hearth alight; but neither does any good. It is the fire within, that sputters; almost more ash than flame; almost out.
Khamûl... yes, that is right. Khamûl is here, running the fortress. Allowing him to rest. Has he thanked him? He should thank him.
Papers lie scattered next to him, reports of the world beyond this hilltop that he barely has enough substance to hold in his grasp. Accounts of the kingdoms of old falling to ruin and elves fading to naught more than mist, decrepitude creeping into all things in the wake of the last Age's ending.
Why do they bother, clinging to rusted dreams and corroded glory? A tighter grip will not stop water trickling from one's grasp.
Sail west or fade. How magnanimous of them. How merciful. How hardly a choice.
He had been given such a choice once, too.
And he had stayed. He had stayed, the only one, along with the elves and the men and the orcs, had stayed to --
Why was he bothering, again?
What was he doing?
... He cannot recall.
Tired.
So very tired.
He curls further into the furs and fabric, futilely seeking warmth, and considers closing his eyes and fading quietly alongside this failed world.
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The earth crumbles and collapses, taking orc and beast and tower with it.
As his body falls in one direction, his ëala is wrenched in another, until it rips from form and coherence both: a moment and an eternity of blinding pain, of unmaking, of gold melting and rejoining with fire.
It is gathered up, eventually, from the voiceless agony it has dispersed in, by a pull that it -- he -- has neither the strength nor the means to fight.
Westward, it compels him to fly, like wind unseen, passing over forests and mountains and lakes and the ever-widening stretch of ocean, until he lands -- a displacement of air, a dull shimmer -- before Máhanaxar.
There is nowhere to go but forward.
But, even as he places one foot before the other -- old thoughts newly wrought in washed-out hues -- his mind shutters unequivocally around something he had decided long ago:
If this is what mercy means, he wants none of it.
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This was soooo much fun to write! Thank you sending this in!!! I've been in a creative slump lately, and this was exactly what I needed ♡ Hope you enjoyed it! ^^
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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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wine4thewin · 2 years
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Announcer at Grand Ball in Eregion: elf lords & ladies, I present Annatar, Lord of Gifts!
Celebrimbor: *happy to see best pal, his ring forging partner-*
Announcer continues: …he is the Fair Of Face, the Forger of Rings. Also named Zigûr the Wizard of Númenor, the King of Kings. Resplendent Mairon the Admirable. Oh, indeed he is Gorthaur, Lord of Werewolves, The Great Shapeshifter himself! Cruel Lieutenant of Morgoth, the Master of Tortures! The Deceiver. It is he, Sauron, the Dark Lord of Shadow and Flame. Look upon him and despair-
Celebrimbor: wait, I’m confused
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