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cilil · 15 days
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AN: For @sauron-kraut, my beloved🖤
⸙ Prompt: Naked sub/clothed dom | Ar-Pharazôn x Mairon ⸙ Synopsis: Ar-Pharazôn is fascinated by his Maiarin prisoner. ⸙ Warnings: Captor/captive, nudity, non-consensual bondage & touching ⸙ Quadruple drabble
"Prisoners don't deserve clothes." 
Mairon lowered his head as if to accept the king's words, though in truth it was to hide his anger before his soft, pink lips could accidentally twist into an ugly, feral snarl. Conveniently, this also meant he no longer had to see Ar-Pharazôn's revolting face, sneering at him with disdain and lust in equal measure darkening his mien. 
Of course he had known where this was going the second he had been stripped of what had remained of his robes. The King of Númenórë wished to see his prize, the true glory of the Maia he presumed to have conquered, and limited as all Incarnates were, he thought that bare flesh was as intimate as it could get. 
He would not even survive being in the presence of his ëala, Mairon thought, the splendid and terrible naked flame that it was without its pretty skin. What a fool he was.
Ar-Pharazôn couldn't keep his hands to himself, but that too he had expected. Like a moth mindlessly fluttering around a deadly flame, he buried his right hand in the Maia's hair, enjoying the deceptive softness before grasping and tugging on it, forcing him to face him. The left then seized his chin, and his thumb brushed over his lips. 
"You wear a lovely face," Ar-Pharazôn said, though his arrogance banished any semblance of admiration and reverence from his tone. "Is it yours or are you wearing someone else's skin?" 
"You think any Incarnate could have ever possessed a body like mine?" Mairon retorted, his voice perfectly smooth and silky even as the mere thought of flirting made him nauseous. 
"You think highly of yourself for one being born into a servant race, Maia," Ar-Pharazôn hissed. His grip tightened. 
Any dread Mairon might have felt was eclipsed by blinding rage. How dare this mortal, a creature barely above the kelvar of Yavanna in his eyes, reduce the Maiar to mere servants; and not just any Maia, but him, the Admirable, Melkor's most powerful and favourite — 
"Come." His thoughts were interrupted by Ar-Pharazôn taking hold of the chains binding his hands; or so he thought at least. Mairon could easily break them if needed. 
"You shall decorate my chambers tonight," the king declared, "for I wish to look upon you a little longer." 
Mairon could only hope that ogling him was all he was going to do.
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sauron-kraut · 5 months
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Plaything
Quick double drabble for Ar-Pharazôn/Mairon:
For once Mairon finds himself in a situation where he is not in full control as he resides in Númenor as Ar-Pharazôn's prisoner, advisor and, well, plaything.
Warnings: vomiting, alcohol consumption, non-consensual touching
I needed Mairon to suffer, it's been too long. Will explore this dynamic in a longer fic that's been sitting in my docs later.
As always this would not exist without the conversations between @lvsifer and me.
Mairon rushes through the hallways, the heels of his boots clicking in quick desperate succession. He crashes into his chambers like a raging firestorm and slams the door shut behind him.
The Maia leans against it and breathes harshly before sinking to his knees, holding himself up with one slender hand as he notices he is still holding his glass of wine in the other. 
Some of it has spilled on his robes.
Mairon is drunk. 
He asks himself if this time he might have bitten off more than he can chew.
So alone, he is so alone in this land.
The seduction had worked even better than he had intended.
The king can’t keep his fingers off his trophy prisoner.
Mairon wants it to stop.
His hand on Mairon’s thigh when he sits next to him at the banquet. His hand on the small of Mairon’s back, wandering lower shamelessly. The smugness with which he is told to come sit on the king’s lap for all to see.
And Mairon opening his legs for him in the dark.
At least he gets told he is beautiful.
Disgust rolls through his body.
Mairon throws up on the cold stone floor.
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ramoth13 · 2 years
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Father of Destiny and the One Who Hears the Voice of the Sea
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One of the things that I found myself in love with in this show is the depiction of Fatherhood and the relationship between Elendil and Isildur. It would be far too easy to look at this and say it's normal and move on, but in reality it is genuinely anything but normal.
Depictions of the Father/Son relationship in media is nearly always one of either misunderstanding, active rebellion, or violence. Yet, while all three of those elements exist within the narrative involving Elendil and Isildur, the thing we consistently see the most is tenderness, love, and affection. These are almost always exclusively reserved for Father/Daughter portrayals, NOT Father/Son.
Which is important for several reasons, not least of which is because it illustrates a very contrasted distinction between the only other Father/Son dynamic we see in the show (excluding, perhaps, the kind of absent Father relation with Elrond), with Ar-Pharazôn. With him, the dynamic is far more traditional. He's "teaching" his son wisdom because thats the way of things, it's a top down view of fatherhood that makes legacy, rather than individuality, the primary focus.
Legacy is not a bad thing, per se, but when Fatherhood fixates on this (as most traditional modes of masculinity demand of both Father and Son), the inevitable eventuality is that power must be incorporated to keep the dynastic legacy of the father alive. With power comes the need to keep it, and thrive with more of it. We see this even in "positive" depictions of fatherhood, think of all of the movies that portray a father being proud of his son and usually there is always a kind of continued legacy and even extended violence, a Father's dilemma solved by the violence of the son.
With Elendil and Isildur, however, what we get instead is concern for wellbeing and mutual respect, but even more, they actually like each other. This, this is huge. Father's liking their sons, and vice versa, is rare. Respecting each other? All of the time. But actually enjoying the company of the other? It's just an element you rarely see.
Notice how when Elendil is knocked down and Isildurn runs over (seen in the second gif above) what Elendil says isn't "Dont worry about me, keep fighting" which would have been typical and in keeping with the "Dont be weak" mentality. Instead, what we see is Elendil adress Isildur's worry and reassure him that he is okay. It's a small touch, but with huge ramifications. Elendil is acknowledging isildur's feelings without belittling them.
It's a wonderful quality that the creators added, because it could have been so typical without anything being off. Isildur could've been vying to upset and break out of his Father's shadow at every given turn. Elendil could've hated how his son made everything difficult for him in his political life. They could've made the dynamic normal. But instead, chose something genuinely wonderful.
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The other element that puts this into a wonderful perspective is Elendil's humility. It's not a faux humility either, as again, we see with Ar-Pharazôn. He is in constant service to others, but without caveat. He quite literally serves others.
By creating a character that loves his children and serves others faithfully, he is simultaneously portraying positive masculinity in a way that allows for violence as a protector but does not glorify that violence as a need, but also exemplifies the allowance and even promotion of emotional maturity. He sobs for his son, he fears for his children, and he worries for his queen, yet also embraces his son, and speaks softly to those he cares for. This, then, is what is seen as keeping the Elven ways alive.
The contrast between Elendil and Ar-Pharazôn is lovely because it is mostly subtle, yet noticeable all the same. One is actively illustrating the wisdom of the Elves and Maia, the other exemplifies the pitfalls of humanity.
Of all of the wonderful things that RoP has done, the relationship between Elendil and Isildur might be the one that moves me the most.
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who-needs-words · 20 days
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Wrote a ficlet for @sesamenom ’s reverse gondolin AU. Inspiration willing I plan to write more.
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morgulscribe · 11 months
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One Tale of Numenor
Angmar wrote this story in a roleplaying chatroom in 2004. It was a very spontaneous, spur of the moment sort of thing, and for this reason some of the details, such as the time period in which the Numenoreans first started colonizing Middle-earth, have discrepancies from the canon account.
Angmar frequently told stories such as these in the chatroom: accounts from the Mordorian perspective, which claimed to be the true history of Middle-earth, unlike the lying histories of the Elves and Gondorians.
I removed comments from other people in the chatroom, as well as converted the chat log format into a more traditional story format. But other than that, Angmar's writing remains unchanged.
One Tale of Numenor Written By Angmar
Once upon a time, Men and Elves helped the Valar with a silly trifling problem. For this the men were rewarded with a five sided island called Numenor. This was a long long time ago. These men of Numenor were always rebels, except for a few good men. They had many queens and kings and it wasn't until the last that some of the kings saw the light and became good.
They were a wicked, corrupt people, but there was some hope for them. As time grew on they saw the error of their ways and turned to the right path. They had long been blinded by the words of the elves and were being led into perdition. The only place they could learn the truth was back in Middle Earth. There was one there who could teach them the right way.
Thse poor men who had long been going down the wrong road. They sailed in their great ships back to Middle Earth in hopes of acquiring wisdom from this great god. After they had landed, they had a long way to go to reach this kind, understanding Maia. So the King set out with all his men and all his baggage wagons and great treasures to offer the Maia.
The King and all his counselors beseeched and begged this Kind Maia to teach them the ways of enlightenment and pled with him to go back to Numenor with him so he could teach on the holy mountain. The King threw himself at The Maia's feet and did obeisance, bowing repeatedly and singing great praises. He just wanted to kiss his great hand and he knew he could die right there and he would be happy and go to be with Eru or wherever mortals go, rejoicing and singing the praises of the Maia.
The Maia said, "Never fear, good king, you do not have to bow to me." And the mighty Maia picked the king up from the ground, kissed him on both cheeks and gave him his blessings.
The King said, "I humbly beg you, my lord… That you would come to our lowly island and instruct us in the paths of wisdom and righteousness. For many years the people have floundered in ignorance and corruption, and I beg you to bring a new reign of prosperity and enlightenment to the land. We have sought your guidance for a long while now, and traveled many, many miles."
And the Maia said, "Yes, I will help you to see the light and I will come with you to your lowly island. For I desire only to bring goodness, justice and mercy to your island, as I have brought it here."
So the King of Numenor said he would step down from his throne and give it to the Maia. The King said, "Who would lie idle while the rightful ruler of Numenor had returned?"
But the Maia, being a kind and good being, said, "Nay, Ar-Pharazon, King, you do not need to do that. I will come only as your advisor, for I desire to bring all to the light."
And when they landed on the docks of Numenor, people came out rejoicing and throwing flowers. Finally this great Maia would bring them out of the slime to a new age of enlightenment.
Through the good advice of this Maia, Numenor prospered and sent out colonies to Middle Earth, and the people became rich and then their fame spread far abroad, and they put up great buildings and towers and most importantly a Great Temple, five stories tall, with a dome of silver.
A temple to Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedom.
And the Maia taught them all things they did not know, and how they could gain long life and learn many things. But becoming rich and renowned, the people of Numenor attracted the attention of evil beings who became jealous.
In vengeance, these evil beings plotted to destroy Numenor. The Kind Maia got wind of these plans and informed the King. He told the king that he should go to Valinor and ask for mercy and plead for the lives and safety of all the innocent women and children. For even though he was great and mighty, these evil beings were stronger than he. And the Maia told the King, "You should take great gifts to these evil beings to appease them or they will surely destroy you."
The Maia told everyone that any who could should try to escape. Unfortunately, the ones who did manage to escape were corrupt remnants of the earlier days. But the King gathered up a great fleet of ships, filled them with gifts and sailed west to Valinor. He had scarcely gotten out of the harbor when a great wind blew up. The king pled with the evil beings to spare them but the evil beings said…
"WE WILL NOT SPARE EVEN A BABY FROM OUR WRATH!"
The Maia cried in the temple, for this horror and lamented to the skies, but his pleas were in vain for the evil beings form the west sank Numenor and every living thing on it, imprisoning the poor king, who had came to beg for mercy, in the mountains, trapped for eternity under rock and stone. The injustice of it all!
As the island sank, the kind Maia fled to Middle Earth, crying for all those who had died. He could not save any of them, even though he tried.
The ironic twist of this story is that three of the most wicked, barbarous men escaped and went to Middle Earth, where they spread lies treason and injustice wherever they went.
But that is another story, for the future: The Crimes of Isildur, Anarion, and Elendil.
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dinathalawriter · 2 years
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Ar-Pharazon slash
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helio-phobe · 1 year
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The King of Numenor, his “Trophy Prisoner” and an eavesdropper.
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kevin-sedai · 2 months
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"'And out of it the world was made. For Darkness alone is worshipful, and the Lord thereof may yet make other worlds to be gifts to those that serve him, so that the increase of their power shall find no end.'
And Ar-Pharazôn said: 'Who is the Lord of Darkness?'
Then behind locked doors Sauron spoke to the King, and he lied, saying: 'It is he whose name is not now spoken; for the Valar have deceived you concerning him, putting forward the name of Eru, a phantom devised in the folly of their hearts, seeking to enchain Men in servitude to themselves. For they are the oracle of this Eru, which speaks only what they will. But he that is their master shall yet prevail and he will deliver you from this phantom; and his name is Melkor, Lord of all, Giver of Freedom, and he shall make you stronger than they.'"
-The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien
This absolutely fucks.
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skylessnights · 1 year
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The Foreshadowing of the Fall of Numenor and Miriel’s fate
"I will be yours, in the heart, without words, until death.”
                               — Marina Tsvetaeva, from Frankfurt Song
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sauronnaise · 2 years
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
—Eru Ilúvatar, whenever something happens.
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sauron-kraut · 23 days
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Idea: Painting of Judith beheading Holofernes but it's Mairon and Ar-Pharazôn
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quietparanoiac · 2 years
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— How could this be for Númenor? — Have you learned nothing? Soon, we will save the low men of Middle-earth, lift them up, and give them the king they've long awaited. A king who will be forever in our debt. Now, contemplate, if you can, how that might benefit us. Ores, forests, trades, tribute... I wouldn't dare stop that. Not for all the salt in the sea.
The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (2022–), 1x05
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helenvader · 6 months
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This video is an unplanned side-effect of the ever-elusive Nitwit in Númenor trailer.
It features (almost) the entire cast of Númenor. And a lot of Halbrand. Naturally.
Hope you'll enjoy it!
Also, thanks to @mamanmae for the willingness to see all the drafts and her enthusiasm for this silly thing! ♥️
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waitingforsecretsouls · 4 months
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Compelled by a Pharazôn who physically resembled Eärendil, similar to how Arwen was said to be Lúthien come again, as the Evenstar of her people. The End mirroring the Beginning one last time.
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laoih · 2 years
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I can't even put into words how disappointing and frustrating the vision of Amazon's Middle-earth show is.
This is your vision for Celebrimbor, seriously?
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This is the grandson of the Elf who "was made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind, in valour, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strength and in subtlety alike"?
This is one of the Quendi, "a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars"?
This is not to slight Charles Edwards. He's a friendly looking guy and I'm sure he's a decent actor, but in my subjective opinion simply the wrong choice for Celebrimbor.
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