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Pour one out for all of Aulë's other law-abiding Maiar who are never again going to be trusted with anything of importance for the rest of history
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ulmo: i have no favourites
finrod and turgon: 🥺🥺🥺
ulmo: i have two favorites
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manwë: i have no favourites
fingon: 😔 🏹 😭
manwë: fuck.
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aulë: i have no favourites
the noldor: 🤗🥰🔨
aulë: i have many favourites
the noldor: 🤬🔥🔪
aulë: back to no favourites it is
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melkor: i have no favourites
húrin: 🤬😡👊🔪
melkor:
melkor: still no favourites.
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Imagining Aulë having a bonsai tucked away in a corner of his workshop that he tends with great care.
Imaging Yavanna decorating her trees with ornaments Aulë makes specifically for her.
Imaging Sauron having a decorated bonsai that he tends dutifully and Morgoth hates it, but puts up with it cause he can't risk Sauron leaving/getting angry at him.
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mahal is probably thinking why he made this specific one like this
thorin: and all this time we prayed for patience from you because of this one and his brother
dis: and you never answered
frerin: who will answer your prayers? eru?
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It is time to reward the bravery of the Ring Bearers and Bilbo is summoned to the Forges of Aulë.
A little tribute to the @fellowshipofthefics discord, I'm not exactly a Hobbit girlie but writing Bilbo is always a delight and you guys are always so kind.
Some Bagginshield flavours. Taking some liberties with canon because I can.
Bilbo had a very confusing day. If one could say so. It all started after his second breakfast when the Lady Galadriel came to visit him and Frodo- oh and what a breakfast it had been, Bilbo could not prove it but the quality of food in the Undying Lands really was outstanding. Frodo had even said so last time when they had taken a stroll in their garden. It had been a beautiful day with a blue sky and a crisp autumn wind. Bilbo loved the golden trees so very much.
But he was saying, ah yes. A very confusing day indeed. The Lady Galadriel had been accompanied by her husband the Lord Celeborn, a kind fella who answered a lot of Bilbo's questions about the technicalities of one of his Sindarin translation of a poem he had found in the library in Rivendell. Bilbo might even finish his work on this before the moon came full again. The Lord and his Lady had drank tea with them but refused any food - elves were strange like that, even so he might have to clarify they were indeed less strange than the others inhabitants of said mystical Lands. And indeed Bilbo had met some of them, as strange as they were. Looking like Elves or Men for most but Bilbo was no fool and could see the very much established otherness shining through their raiments.
Oh he was very fond of Gandalf indeed, and so glad his friend was there even though he was called Olórin here and that sounded too strange to Bilbo and so he kept calling him Gandalf because that was what his friend's name was for him.
So well today he was meeting another ! Ah yes for it was the purpose of the Lady Galadriel's visit. He was told to meet in Valmar - the city of many bells! Oh Bilbo was very excited indeed, Tírion he had visited often and often remained in the Palace's library - so many books ! So much knowledge. He felt a young hobbit again. Looked like one for that purpose too. Strange Lands indeed.
It had been peculiar that Frodo's presence was - if welcomed - not strictly mandatory and his nephew informed he would not mind staying home. Sometimes Frodo would simply stay and sleep. Ah, Bilbo could not blame him.
So he had gone. With the Lady and the Lord. To Valmar. The city of Maiar. The beings that were like Gandalf. And like another one whose name was not to be said too much because it seemed to greatly vexed many. Bilbo still had questions about his ring though. Ah well. He had packed a healthy elevenses and lunch (as well as other snacks, one could not be too cautious after all.)
Valmar stood proud and glorious, even outshining his most anticipated imaginings. The Lady and her husband seemed to know their way and up they went to a hill where a large building stood, decorated with many banners Bilbo recognised as Manwë's heraldry. The Elder King. Bilbo had never met him in person.
But it had not been the King awaiting him but his Herald. Standing tall and proud, Eönwë always seemed vexed, to Bilbo's humble opinion, there was a solemn expression on his face but the corners of his eyes had that tightness that Gandalf sometimes had with him in their younger years, when he seemed particularly exasperated by something Bilbo would do or say. Which was unfair because Bilbo had always been a delight. According to his good opinion of himself at least.
Eönwë was slightly intimidating though, in the way Ainur were - well aside Gandalf, but he was weird. He had been the one welcoming Frodo and Bilbo when they had reached the White Shores, making a grand speech with fancy words Bilbo had tried to pay attention too - he had been very hungry at that time! Now Bilbo wanted to ask him all sorts of questions.
This time and because he had been chewing on one of his snacks just before, he heard the words said and nodded when he was asked if he understood.
Well Bilbo was not stupid thank you very much. He was told to go with Eönwë to Aulë's forges - the Elder King had ruled on a decree, it was to be a formal thank you to the Ring Bearers, Frodo and Bilbo and Bilbo's award was different than his nephew and so he had to go to the Forges.
Why? He asked and asked again but every answer was similar to the way Gandalf would sometimes answer his queries, riddles that only made sense if you were a strange wizard.
Eönwë said not much actually, he monotously told Bilbo he would fly them here, the Lady and Lord were met with a polite bow and to pass his greeting to the Lady's father. And then off they went.
Flying! Oh Bilbo had once flew on the back of a Great Eagle! How amazing it had been. Ah. He missed these times. Now gone with the long years of his life but never regretted once.
He inquired on the method of transportation, to which the Herald wordlessly replied by opening large silver wings attached to his back. Bilbo had seen many wonders in his life but being carried by a winged person - not a great Eagle! Oh what a joy to be alive! The trip did not take long but it certainly made Bilbo hungry again and he told Eönwë so when they landed in front of a towering building where a cacophony of hammers hiting metal could he heard.
That seemed to confuse the Maia as he stood awkwardly by Bilbo's side while he sat down on the stair to unpack a loaf of bread, some honey, nuts, cheese and berries.
All better he decided after finishing eating. The polite thing to do had been to offer some to Eönwë but that seemed to make the Maia even less at ease. Strange strange creatures indeed. Ah well. More for him then.
Eönwë informed him they didn't eat - there was no need apparently and Bilbo thought that maybe that was why he looked not exactly really happy. Maybe Sauron would have been less evil if he too had some food once in a while. Bilbo could not imagine living his life without and would have certainly shared some of his snacks in exchange for seeing his ring once more.
The Halls were immense, even by a tall person standard but Bilbo could not help but stare at everything, there were wonders hung on the walls, resplendent armours exhibited, swords of ancient times, mundane objects, fountains, ingenious mechanism, clocks. What a lively place!
An imposing shape came to them, bushy red beard and golden eyes, a sturdy leather apron tied around his waist. Aulë welcomed both of them, his voice booming in the high ceiling.
"Welcome!" And said other things to them to Eönwë in what he learned to be Valarin. What a delightful language to try learning! So complicated and challenging. The Lady Galadriel had told him only one Elve ever mastered it and Bilbo was confused to learn he was not there. Oh yes he needed to finish the records of the First Age about the House of Fëanor and his sons.
That reminded him Frodo had mentioned something interesting the other evening during dinner. They had had a delicious potage from the gardens' vegetables - carrots, butternut, potatoes and garlic.
Oh, but he should focus on the conversation.
He asked Lord Aulë - or Lord Mahal if he knew the engineering behind Sting, his and Frodo's beloved sword.
"It grew blue when orcs were near."
Aulë seemed delighted with Bilbo's following questions, so many new things to learn that Bilbo did not immediately register when they entered a smithy, and another person was standing there.
A discreet cough had been what refocused him on his surroundings, finding Eönwë standing near...a dwarf.
Bilbo blinked. Once. Twice. Oh. Almost swoon.
Oh.
"I see you haven't lost your constant chatter." Thorin remarked and Bilbo would possibly need a seat soon if he could have one, yes thank you, ah.
"A prerogative of mine own creations." Aulë said. Eönwë explained this was Bilbo's gift. From the King.
Bilbo possibly would have said something if he had not been busy gaping and then sniffling and then- ah a hug felt nice, very nice indeed. He hadn't had such a nice hug in so long.
"You need to meet Frodo." He said amongst other things and "Oh Gandalf will be joyful to see you again." And "I need to tell you about the Ring I found." And "I'm so happy." And so many words that would take too long to record in pages for some feelings could only be felt. He would write them down though.
There and back again. Ah yes, very nice indeed.
#bilbo baggins#eonwe#eönwë#aule#aulë#thorin x bilbo#bagginshield#the hobbit#the hobbit fic#cassy.write
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Aulë: You want to forge with these nails???
Mairon: (holds up his hand, displaying his long, golden, claw-like nails) These ARE forged, Aulë
#mai's fun and ethical life hacks#the infamous golden nails#mairon#sauron#aule#aulë#ainurin nail art#crack#silm crack#shitpost#incorrect quotes#incorrect silmarillion quotes#ainur#silmarillion
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Poll for the ladies coming right up!
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MERMAY CHALLENGE FIRST DAY :
Aulë as an undersea volcano, choosing the pearls and rocks to create his first children, the seven dwarfs fathers.
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Dwarven Princess Disa, the Glorious
Lady Disa is everything that Dwarves and our Dwarven lovers have deserved and not gotten since time began. On top of being a wonderful character, an equal in all measures to the dense and valourous immovability of dwarven men, but best of all, she has PRESENCE!
Gimli nearly stole the trilogy and it was only Aragorns firm kindness and Legolas's graceful rivalry together that balanced his forceful nature in the movies. I was nervous, because Dwarves are a lot (not in a bad way, but even dwarves must admit, they are a lot) and I worried that any portrayal of dwarven women might be a simply masculine portrayal.
But dear Manwë how wrong I was. Sophia Nomvete's Lady Disa swept the room with her power and brazen audacity and I loved every second of it. The way she cut through Durin's hurt straight to his love by pointing out the Tree, recognizing that while Durin's feelings might be valid, he'd regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't fix it, and treating Elrond with love and kindness despite how badly hurt she knew Durin was, because in the end, no matter how hurt he was, he still cared for that tree.
She balances out the crudity of dwarven men not by being elven proper, but by dwarven keen. Oh, she's clever and reads those around her like the Sunday newspaper. She's steady in the way she presents herself, sturdy in the way she balances out the more ridiculous sides of her husband, and absolutely steadfast in her control of the situation.
She makes me believe that had Dwarven women been in the peace talks between the Elven kingdoms in the first age, they might have had peace sooner, one way or another. Because let's face it, she might have been the absolute picture of kindness and hospitality but she also scared me a little. I would not want to be on her badside.
There were few things in this show that I didn't know I needed, but between the friendship of Durin and Elrond and The great lady just being herself...
And the juxtaposition of Disa and the other great ladies of Middle-earth! Eowyn is mighty and must express it in battle, Galadriel is just so amazing and this post isn't about her so I'll stop there, and Arwen, whose power of choice and grace speaks volumes, but only Disa made me feel at home (and a little scared, the looks she gives are terrifying lol).
And to you Dwarven kind out there saddened by the lack of beard... I hear you, truly. But, tell me it was not amazing seeing a real Dwarven princess be an actual legend on screen? I think the Dwarven legendarium deserves this wonderful woman and just like Elrond's reception by the lady herself, it was such an unexpected joy.
#disa#ramoth13#the rings of power#rop#the lord of the rings#Dwarves#khazad dûm#Moria#jrr tolkien#tolkien lore#tolkien#Aulë#durin iv#durin#sophia nomvete#silmarillion#the unfinished tales#elrond#lord of the rings
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Yavanna & Aulë
#deities that make me feel 🥰#sketches#tolkien#silmarillion#tolkien art#silm art#yavanna#aule#aulë#ainur#valar#giaffa's art
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Destruction of the Great Lamps
by Linda Garland
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#lotr#jrr tolkien#lotr books#lord of the rings#tolkien legendarium#the silmarillion#valinor#the valar#aule#aulë#gimli#lotr gimli#gimli son of gloin#lotr poll#fourth age
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Outside the Timeless Halls, and Eru's all-present care, they made for themselves new shapes and forms, as suited their purpose.
In Almaren, time was new, and slow, and with no hurry to it. Linearity need not be kept very strictly yet; so that at times Aulë's sparkle of an idea was at once also its finished work, polished in itself.
Which did not, of course, mean he need not finish it himself. But there was a good satisfaction all the way through in the striving, the crafting clarity of a thing done exactly as it ought to be, just so.
"I understand," said Eönwë. Though the word he used then was not quite an I; the Lord of the Ainur was singular and apart amidst the rest, and yet bound to them tightly.
It was not so, with Manwë and the rest of the Powers; which Aulë, for his part, found a great relief. His ideas and work stood by themselves, their own only; at this time before time, he was just flirting with the notion of creating beyond the bounds of anyone's knowledge and permission.
But first, he had tasks to complete. Manwë's herald stood before him, perfect and immaculate and half-incomplete, a vastness of wings and eyes and many loose hands.
"You do not understand yet," Aulë told him. "But that is no matter. You shall soon."
His hands uncovered the standard, and raised it high.
Manwë had called up his vision from nothingness and into it given of his spirit to bring forth the steel Aulë wrought; Vairë had worked the cloth, Varda had laid great purity of power in it - but it was only when Eönwë touched it with his hands and his will that it lit from within with a light that was all purpose.
And Aulë saw him, and was well-pleased; for the standard of Manwë was among the best of his works, and in the cover of its glow the Lord of the Ainur gained a face at last.
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brainstorming on how Mairon means Admirable One and (hear me out) could similarily mean Precious or Coveted, Admired, etc.
Was Mairon Aulë's precious gem? How did he feel when Melkor corrupted him?
This is more of HC but someone pls entertain these thoughts, just dont kill me
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Reasons why Melkor is banned from the Valar council, part 1/?
#melkor#morgoth#yavanna#aule#aulë#nienna#valar#the valar#crack#silm crack#shitpost#silm shitpost#memes#silm memes
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