i love fingon so much just. he's so good and so reckless and he loves so fiercely it makes him do the most stupid shit, and in turn no one ever quite puts him first. I'm going to eat glass
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I had to put them side by side.
Maedhros, before and after.
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Maglor | Maitimo and the little horse. I always wanted to draw Maglor with short hair, now I need to draw him bald, I think it will be cool))
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As you know I ship Mairon with almost anything that (in this case: still) breathes.
This exists because @cilil and I talk. ;)
Calling the Witch-King witch is another wink to @lvsifer 's glorious fic Night Moth.
The description of Khamûl as pretty is entirely the fault of this incredible piece of art which won't leave my mind.
Summary: Nine Kings of Men worship their lord.
Warnings: sexual content (not very explicit), it's an orgy?!
Not beta'd!
Tagging @a-world-of-whimsy-5 as promised.
Reverence
Nine mouths to kiss.
They kneel before him one by one, lips find his ring.
Mairon kisses each of them. They taste of fear and want and warmth.
The one he's kissed and held before; the witch.
The pretty Easterling.
Nine rings to bind. He feels them all.
He is an eternal sun and they are meagre crows. They feast on poisoned seeds, scattered across fields scorched by his blaze.
Reverence thickens the air.
He lays himself bare before them.
Why would he not.
They descend upon Mairon like vultures.
May they find aliment in him.
Their mouths are everywhere, their hands are too.
Mairon’s fingers all adorned in gold clutch raven robes, hard, he wraps his arm around another, warm tongues and lips on his and teeth.
His legs fall open. Mairon moans.
They're on his skin, inside him and around him.
The pretty one, the boy from Rhûn, has draped himself all over him. Mairon holds him close and smells his hair, his mortal flesh ephemeral. He will not need it, soon.
When it is over, Mairon’s smile is generous. He walks away bearing their marks of lust, of worship. Shame he bears not. He walks with pride.
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I have been listening to the Hobbit audiobook while working. Bad idea. I didn't work, I drew Bilbo and his fancy home ♥
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Ulmo, in his elaborate matchmaking effort to make sure Earendil was born, looked at Tuor and Idril and said "THIS SHIP WILL SAIL AND NEVER SINK" and then personally made sure of that, sending Earrame straight to Valinor and getting Tuor immortality so he and Idril could stay together forever.
Ulmo, despite being single, and besides from being the Lord of Waters, is also the Lord of Ships, in more ways than one.
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