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valacirya · 5 months

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Indis appreciation post!

Disclaimer: All the canon info is taken from Morgoth's Ring and Peoples of Middle Earth. Also, this isn't a character analysis/meta. It's just a list of stuff I love (plus some headcanons) about one of my favorite characters in the legendarium.

1. She's athletic and outdoorsy. We're told that Indis is "exceedingly swift of foot" and that "she walked often alone in the fields and friths of the Valar, turning her thought to things that grow untended." When Finwe sees her, she's chilling on a mountainside. I love that she's associated with nature, specifically the wilderness. She parallels Feanor in her exploration of Aman and interest in the imperfect. Also, this is purely self-indulgent but ever since reading HoME for the first time, I've pictured Indis as tall and broad, and muscular beneath a layer of fat.

2. She doesn't let her unrequited love affect her life. "There was ever light and mirth about her." She's not the pining, languishing princess stereotype. She goes on. She doesn't let it make her bitter or depressed, and she is so restrained that only Mandos and possibly Ingwe are aware of her feelings.

3. Part of her attraction to Finwe is intellectual. In HoME we're told that his "mastery of words delighted her." Considering that Indis is also a poet/composer ("wove words into song") and that the Vanyar enjoy linguistics, it makes sense. It's also just really cute.

4. She's politically minded. Her reasoning for pronouncing 's' instead of 'th' is: "I have joined the Noldor, and I will speak as they do." This is the right thing to do to gain the respect of the Noldor and their acceptance of her authority. I also think she makes a statement with Fingolfin and Finarfin's mother-names. Arakano ("high chieftain") and Ingoldo ("the Noldo, eminent among the kindred") are not only powerful, prophetic names, they're also strikingly similar to Ingwe ("chief of chieftains") who is the High King not just of the Vanyar, but all Eldar. What a power move.

5. She's able to balance her own culture with the culture she marries into. Indis integrates into Noldorin society easily while remaining Vanyarin at her core, as is evidenced by Finwe saying that "above all her heart now yearns for the halls of Ingwe and the peace of the Vanyar." Her sons also respect and are proud of their mixed heritage; Finarfin "loved the Vanyar, his mother's people" and is said to be like them (as are Finrod and Galadriel), and Fingolfin's daughter-in-law is Vanyarin (plus the Nolofinweans have a special connection to Manwe).

6. She gets an awesome prophecy about her line. "But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice. So that, long hence when all that here is, and seemeth yet fair and impregnable, shall nonetheless have faded and passed away, the Light of Aman shall not wholly cease among the free peoples of Arda until the end." Fuck yeah.

7. Her name means "valiant woman." This is the only definition given in Morgoth's Ring, I believe. I highly prefer it over the "bride" meaning because it's a badass name and is similar to Artanis ("noble woman") and Astaldo ("the valiant"). A headcanon that I'm particularly attached to is that Indis's mother-name is Indome, meaning "will of Eru."

8. She's popular with most of the Noldor. We're told that "Finwe, King of the Noldor, wedded Indis, sister of Ingwe; and the Vanyar and Noldor for the most part rejoiced." The majority of the Noldor also follow Fingolfin and Finarfin instead of Feanor.

9. She's friends with Nerdanel. HoME states that Nerdanel went to "abide with Indis, whom she had ever esteemed."

10. She gets pissed off at Finwe when he sides with Feanor. So much so that he thinks she won't want to see him if he's re-embodied. I know this is from his perspective but I'm inclined to agree. [However, this is still very presumptive of him, and his comment that "Indis parted from me without death" is super shitty. Eugh.]

11. She's close to her kids. Finarfin takes after her, Fingolfin passes on the name she gave him, Findis lives with her, Lalwen goes by the name she gave her. Finwe also says that "she hath dear children to comfort her."

So there we have it! What little info we get about Indis is pretty awesome. And this is just a list; I could write a whole essay on her fortitude and unconventionality and my numerous headcanons about her.

#indis

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furious-haste-of-malice · 3 months

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❝ "Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Pillory/stocks, free use ⊱ Pairing: Númenórean cultists x Maglor, Mairon ⊱ Synopsis: Mairon captures Maglor and brings him to the Temple of Melkor as a gift to his loyal followers. ⊱ Featuring: The Cult of Melkor is also a deranged sex cult now because Mairon said so, references to past Angbang ⊱ Warnings: Non-con, ritualistic gang rape, sadism & voyeurism (on Mairon's part in particular), the prompts by themselves

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December; we're nearing the end (one more regular chapter that I have already written plus a bonus fic I'm currently working on).

Mulkhêrînim - (Adûnaic) - Children of Melkor. Thought it would be a lovely way for Mairon to address them like that as an ultimate affront against Eru. Translation by me with the help of this dictionary (because in the Tolkien fandom even the nasty porn needs linguistics!)

"I have a special gift for you today, oh faithful Mulkhêrînim."

His loyal cultists mumbled among themselves when Mairon presented them with the exquisite treat he had captured.

At first glance, it appeared to be yet another captive, like the innumerable amount he had caught in the service of his lord – a dark-haired man, albeit handsome by incarnate standards, was kneeling on the dais in front of the altar, his head and hands secured by a hastily erected pillory, naked save for a flimsy loin cloth.

The more perceptive among Mairon's followers, however, had already noticed what made this one special: The pair of pointed ears sticking out from the mess that was his hair, almost defiantly announcing his identity as one of Ilúvatar's immortal children.

"Is that an Elf?" one of the cultists gasped, pointing at the helpless prisoner.

"Indeed it is, very good," Mairon purred and stood next to the Elf in question to almost tenderly pull his hair out of the way to show them off. "But not any Elf; I have captured one of royal blood."

The whispering among his followers intensified, and he savoured the tension before the anxiously awaited revelation.

"Meet Prince Makalaurë, also known as Maglor, the last living son of Fëanor!"

Laughing and jeering erupted from the crowd, their faces changing from curious to ravenous within seconds. Maglor, however, remained quiet, merely pressing his lips together and hardening his gaze.

I suppose his dear brother told him what happens to those who talk back, Mairon thought with a pleased smirk.

"Our minstrel's lonely wanderings have finally come to an end, so that he may grace us with his presence instead," he declared with a grand gesture, smugness bleeding into his tone like black ink dripping into water.

"Will he be a sacrifice to the Lord?" a younger cultist asked.

Mairon laughed. Oh, Melkor would be delighted to witness this scene; he could practically hear his gleeful laughter echoing through the temple from beyond the circles of the world, could see his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, could feel his joy – but he swiftly tore himself away from his memories and imagination, lest he be distracted for too long.

"Perhaps he will be in time," he drawled, "though for now he shall serve you."

His mortal followers, while loyal and so very eager to attain the immortality he had promised, didn't seem to grasp the meaning of his words, looking up at him expectantly. None had the courage to ask. Mairon suppressed a sigh of exasperation and the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and stepped aside so they could properly admire Maglor's scantily clad form.

"Have you never dreamed of getting a taste of what we will conquer? Of enjoying the pleasures of immortal flesh?" He chuckled. "Such rare blood is too precious to spill with haste, would you not agree? After all..."

In one swift movement, Mairon raked his claw-like golden nails down Maglor's back, drawing blood and eliciting a piercing scream.

"He has such a beautiful voice, for which he is renowned to this day. What a waste it would be to not enjoy his illustrious company..."

Murmurs of agreement rose within the crowd, and a few cultists came closer, looking up at their high priest as they waited for permission. Mairon stepped back to make space for his followers and beckoned them with an elegant wave of his hands, causing the golden bangles on his arm to clink and tinkle.

"Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects."

A heady mix of lust and greed filled the room, and he inhaled it eagerly, a warm shudder going through him. He was going to enjoy this spectacle greatly.

Had he caught any other Elf, he would have to be worried that their fëa would all too soon flee to Mandos, unable to endure such violation, but the Fëanorion's ill-fated oath would keep him chained to his hröa.

Robes billowing behind him as if moved by an unseen tempest of malice, Mairon strutted around the altar and leapt onto the lap of Melkor's statue with feline grace, taking a seat like a king would sit on a throne.

"Do you see that, precious? Almost like home," he whispered to the statue and pressed a reverent kiss onto the cold marble hand, exactly where his ring would have been.

Maglor didn't scream when his loin cloth was torn off him, nor when greedy hands explored his body and fondled him like a common whore. He didn't grace his captors with any pleas or protests. Only when one cultist knelt behind him and forced his cock inside, he finally cried out.

Mairon smiled. Awaken their lust, and they are reduced to mere animals, as you taught me yourself.

The scene unfolding in front of him was chaotic, erratic and filthy, just like Melkor would have loved it. The Man's coupling with their Elven captive was frenzied and hasty, gripping his hips with his knuckles white, chasing his pleasure. Maglor himself was soon silenced – in spite of his wonderful voice and the lovely sound of his screams – by another cultist forcing his mouth open to shove his cock down his throat.

"Let's see what else he can do with that talented tongue of his," another commented on the act, followed by raucous laughter.

Mairon considered chastising them for not appreciating the beauty of a voice trembling with pain and despair, but instead kept a serene expression as if it had been an amusing statement. He couldn't quite fault them for it; after all, mortals were ever so impatient, and their new toy had many of them to satisfy.

Whenever one finished inside of him, another would take their place. A young initiate was sent to retrieve some oil for additional lubrication and returned with a pitcher containing the very same sacred oil that was used in their ritual sacrifices – another thing too entertaining to be irked by, and thus Mairon remained silent, smiling and nodding along whenever one of his followers looked up at him for encouragement.

"Let us see if they can break him, precious," he whispered to the statue.

Maglor's head hung low whenever no one held it in place, though he had little room to move. The pillory kept him upright even as knees gave in, and seed had begun leaking out of him and down his thighs. Mairon was delighted to see droplets of red marring creamy white and caught the distinct scent of blood. Still, it didn't stop his followers from using their new toy like wild beasts mounting one another during mating season. Some also opted to help themselves before or after their turn, spilling onto whichever part of Maglor they could reach.

Mairon hadn't paid attention to the passage of time, but he estimated a few hours had passed when they were finally done with the Noldorin prince, readjusting their robes and withdrawing from him while glancing up at their master. Abandoning his comfortable seat on the statue – though most unwillingly – he stepped closer to survey the results.

Despite no longer being gagged, Maglor was eerily silent. His entire form was stained with viscous white, his face in particular, his lips were swollen, his legs trembling, his hole loose and leaking.

Mairon graced his followers with a bright, pleased smile as if they had done him a great kindness and placed his fingertips together.

"Well done, Mulkhêrînim. Our Lord shall look down upon you with benevolence and grant his favour to those who stand against his enemies."

Maglor let out a small snort, yet the spark of rebellion was short-lived when Mairon backhanded him across the face with graceful elegance that belied the force of his blow.

"Now take our guest to the King's dungeons and make accommodations worthy of a prince."

The sweet smile on his face then twisted, showing sharp teeth, and his voice darkened as he added, "And make sure he cannot escape, lest you wish to invoke our Lord's wrath."

Thanks for reading! ♡

#⊰✦⊱ non-con #mairon #sauron #maglor #makalaure #numenoreans #cult of melkor #silm smut #minors dni #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #tw noncon #cw noncon #dead dove do not eat #TPCdeaddovedecember

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saurons-pr-department · 2 years

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Please please please cute orc headcanons

Not certain I can do cute ones, but I can definitely do you some Orc headcanons! (there is little to no logic to the order of the following list)

For context, I subscribe to the version of Orc origins that says they were formerly Elves who were captured by Morgoth and corrupted. I enjoy the messed-up-ness of it, but it also fits nicely with my thoughts on Melkor being the Vala of change, variation and all that jazz.

I believe they've retained traits from their Elvish origins. In particular a love of words. We're told that the many groups of Orcs had different speech. To me, this would suggest that they've kept their Quendi love of inventing new words. Yeah, the other peoples think their languages are harsh and unlovely, but to the Orcs themselves, they've just been inventing words that they think are expressive and interesting sounding. And due to their (probably) having shorter lifespans they just keep splintering off, linguistically.

This love of words extends to a love of puns because I love puns and what's fandom if not the place to inflict all your own loves on your fictional little guys?

Related to that lifespan mention above, I actually can't figure out what would be happening there for them... Death and leaving the Circles of the World is the gift of Men, I don't see the Orcs being given it. Yet I'm not certain of them being welcome in the Halls... Then in terms of lifespan itself, while death is a gift, looking at Númenor we can see that extended lifespan is also a gift, while shortening lifespan is a sign of corruption. Do thay have short lifespans as a result? I think this would be a major concern of Orcish philosophy. An Orc loremaster should have a good chat with Andreth on the topic of Morgoth stealing everyone's immortality. I think they would both be appauled to find out that they had something almost like common ground!

In fact, I think they have quite a complex system of philosophy considering their origins. They were not made by Eru, like the Elves and the Men, and they were not approved like the Dwarves were. Though, how much of that they know I'm not certain. They would probably have learned a twisted version of it from Morgoth. Then we also have the fact that they are ruled by Ainur at times, yet they also hate them. I feel like they have Thoughts TM on the nature of the World.

Like all other peoples in Middle Earth they love singing and recording their own history in song. And, considering Finrod came across humans for the first time and thought that he might be hearing Orcs sing, I'm inclined to think that they are genuinely good musicians. They just happen to sound more Mannish than Elvish. Of course, since their more historical songs are going to be about their point of view, they would prove... distasteful to many of the other peoples, but then again, the reverse would also be true.

Appart from songs that record history, they also of course have fun drinking songs, songs that teach their children things and whatever else they feel like humming at the time.

Speaking of children. 1) Orc children do in fact exist. [1.5) Orc women also exist for that matter. They seem to be even more of a myth then Dwarven women!] 2) Their parents tell them scary stories about Elves and Men to get them to behave.

While the Orcs do hate both Morgoth and Sauron because, surprise surprise, these two view them as tools and not as their people, they also take a weird sort of pride in the fact that their ruler is a Vala/Maia. Like, who else in Middle Earth can say that? (Well.. Doriath, but the Orcs have a Vala while the Elves have a Maia. By the time Sauron is in charge the Elves don't even have that).

Their hatred of both Morgoth and Sauron is what's contributed to the rather decentralised society they default to whenever left alone. Having one all powerful ruler is... not fun times for them. (please mentally insert that Monty Python bit about ladies in lakes being a terrible base for government etc etc).

Much of their culture would probably be shaped by how much contact they have with Ainur. You know what that means? Holy days. Lots of 'em. A day of celebration for the killing of the Trees perhaps? A day of mourning for the arrival of the Sun? Just a general Lord Melkor/Tar-Mairon Is Great Day? Maybe Sauron has spun the sinking of Númenor as purely a positive and they celebrate that? I think they still look up at the stars and the moon and find them worthy of prayer, even if they don't know the names of Varda and Tilion. Though, those festivales are ones that came from their time away from Morgoth and Sauron, all things considered.

They are not stupid. See below points for details.

I think they have very advanced medicine that literally no one else in Middle Earth gives them credit for. Some of this comes from the book and their strengthening drink thing that they give Merry and Pippen and from their appearance in the films. I know it's meant to make them look rough and scary, but I honestly think it just makes it look like they have some advanced, though not pretty, surgical techniques. They highly value those with medical knowledge. How else do you survive your God-King using you as a meat shield??

The Elves and Dwarves love to talk about the skill of their own craftsmenship, but the Orcs literally have one of Aule's Maiar on their side (later two, but that's more the Uruk-Hai I suppose). Do you honestly think that he was letting them run around with subpar equipment?? You think they didn't learn a little something something from him?? He may have viewed them as tools but like you still need to get value out of your tools, you know? Anyway, Orchish craftsmen are amazing and everyone is too busy saying "ewwwww Orcs" to even notice how good they are.

Eh.... I could probably keep going, but I think I'll stop here.

#orcs #silmarillion #lotr #there is no spell check when aswering asks..

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fuckingfinwions · 1 year

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Thinking about Nolofinwe being the one to seduce Feanor.

It's in Valinor, in Tirion, under the light of the Trees. Feanor has a wife and kids, and a rather dim view of his half-siblings. Nolofinwe also has a wife and kids, and views Feanor as hot-headed and hot-blooded and far too brash. But also, just overall too hot.

Though Feanor is the eldest prince and the apple of his father's eye, Nolofinwe is a prince as well. He knows he's beautiful and charming, and practiced at persuasion from his time at court. The best way to get someone to do what you want is to convince them it's what they want, and then use their own arguments to say than can have it.

Making Feanor want him is easy. For all Feanor's pretensions, he never ignores Nolofinwe. Whenever they're in the same room, Feanor is watching to see how Nolofinwe will react to his latest insult. Which means Nolofinwe has plenty of opportunities to flex his muscles, and lick his lips, and show off the jewels catch the light at the elegant tips of his ears.

Nolofinwe even mouths comments, when everyone else's gaze is on Feanor rather than him. Starting with the subtle - "Good to see you", "your outfit is nice today", "good point," and commentary on the people Feanor in insulting. But Nolofinwe escalates "You're gorgeous today", "I love your voice", "Lovely tunic, can I feel it?".

The comment that finally gets Feanor to have a conversation with Nolofinwe is a compliment on his broad chest. (Nolofinwe had begun to think he'd have to be outright obscene to get a reaction.)

Feanor initially assumes he's being mocked. When Nolofinwe says no, he's serious in his overtures, Feanor balks. But for every one of his arguments against this, Nolofinwe has a coutner

"So what if we're both already married? Is Finwe evil for his choices? You have said time and time again that marriage is not dissolved by death, and so he is lovers with two people. Do you think yourself more honorable than your father?"

"You claim incest? How can it be, if I am no brother of yours?"

"You say it's against the laws of the Valar? The Valar are only teachers, they have no more virtue than elves. We are their students and guests, not their subjects. Besides, elves are children of Eru, while the Valar are only his servants."

Feanor is not always persuaded by traditional logic. But he can find no flaw in his own arguments, even when they're used against him. He gives in to what they both want.

#feanolo #not archived yet

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erynalasse · 2 years

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If edu did not intend for elves to be holed up in Valinor and for Valar to be the rulers of all Arda, but that didn't happen, do you think at remaking of the world he's gonna be giving them a pep talk like a disappointed parent?

OOOH.

If we're joking, I suspect the answer is most definitely yes, and more specifically, we should be picturing guilty kids when mom comes home and you haven't done the chores list yet. ("What do you mean you left half the elves behind? I didn't give you the option to just disown some of my Children!")

But if we're being serious, then I think the answer is also yes, but in a different sense. Tolkien was a Catholic, and though he disliked allegory, he imported into Arda many of the themes and tensions that a biblical worldview came packaged with. One of those things is the charge to do well with the resources and time one is entrusted with. To whom much is given, much is expected, and so on.

Specifically, there's a parable with several versions between the four gospels—one of them in Matthew 25:14-30. In it, a master goes on a journey and entrusts his money to three servants. When he returns, he commends the two servants who utilized it and doubled its value, but punished the one who just buried the money in a hole to hide it. The moral is that inaction and complacency—even to "protect" a precious thing—is itself a failure of duty.

I think you can probably see where I'm going with this! Eru is the master, the Valar are the servants, and the money is Arda and its people. And I don't know what to call Valinor and its boundaries but the Middle Earth equivalent of putting something valuable where it can't be found in order to protect it. Tolkien's writings explicitly say that the Valar shouldn't have taken the Elves to Valinor, and for it, the Valar carry a share of blame for the tragedies of the First Age and beyond.

What will Eru say about that dereliction of duty when the world is ended? I don't know, but in the parable? The third servant is "cast into the outer darkness."

#asks #anon ask #eru #valar #the problem of evil

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celebrimbor-loves-you · 2 years

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hit like if Varda kidnapped Manwë and don't let him out of their palace so ALL HE CAN DO IS CHATTING WITH MELKOR USING THEIR OSANWE (mental connection??? idk if i wrote it correct) AND IT IS REALLY LIKE

Manwë: hi brother

Melkor: HOW THE FUCK YOU DID IT I'VE CLOSED MY MIND—

Manwë, regretfully: sorry. we're still brothers after all

Melkor: oh god what did I do 🙄🙄🙄

Manwë: can we have a little talk? :C

Melkor: sure not

Manwë: please 😭

Melkor: OKAY but I'm fucking busy I'VE GOT A WAR WITH ELVES OKAY?

Manwë: that makes me feel upset :( but if you think you need to kill children or Eru...

Melkor: yeah I think so 😒

Manwë: okay... ehh... I envy you a lot, brother... at least you have what to do...

Melkor:

Melkor: isn't it you who called KING OF VALAR? KING have nothing to do?

Manwë: yes. maiar and some elves do everything...

Melkor: GORTHAUR YOU DAMNED FUCKING BASTARD YOU MADE ME WORK BUT YOU CAN DO ALL YOURSELF????

really Sauron's voice: i DO everything. I just asked you to sign documents from time to time.

Melkor: oh please go away I hate you.

Sauron's voice: as you wish. I hate you too, my king. *disappears*

Manwë: was it little Mairon? the one who served Aulë?

Melkor: idk Mairon or someone else but I HATE HIM HE MADE ME WORK.

Manwë: don't worry about it...

Melkor: okay. so. you really have nothing to do?

Manwë: yes. Varda stops me every time.

Melkor:

Manwë:

Melkor: yeah it was best for me to be friendzoned.

Manwë: are you actually friends?..

Melkor: NO of course not. I hate her.

Manwë: *sigh*

Melkor: uhhhm... I can kill LOTS OF ELVES so you have to come and fight me. and you will be out of palace for some time.

Manwë: no. she told me that the next time valar won't fight. Eonwë will lead armies if there will be war.

Melkor: what a bitch

Manwë: :(

Melkor: okaaay... do you want a postcard?

Manwë: you REALLY can send me a POSTCARD??? OH MY GOD PLEASE DO.

Melkor: well. I'll send Langon. he's my herald. and he can look like your birds so she won't realise he's mine.

Manwë: 🥺thank you so much brother🥺

Melkor: you're welcome. so... If you want to talk again... okay you can call me. but not at night, I'm tired.

Manwë: thanks 🥺🥺🥺

Melkor:

Melkor: I'll break you free if you will ask. maybe. but you will stop my fight...

Manwë: I just want to be free :C I don't even care about Arda now, I'm so tired about it all...

Melkor: so DO YOU WANT ME TO RUIN IT ALL TO MAKE YOU FREE AND ME TO BE MASTER OF ARDA????

Manwë: it would be better to see you and your new world than to see NOTHING BUT THRONE HALL AND MY _BELOVED_ WIFE. Eru gave me her but did he ask me if I want to marry Varda...

Melkor: sit there and do nothing little bro we'll set you free I promise

Manwë: as you tell, Mel 🥺🥺🥺 but can I help? maybe you can take some my power?

Melkor: okay, it won't be bad. *gets some might from Manwë* wow it's more than I thought you can give thank you?

Manwë: use it as you want and feel free to ask more if it will be needed. OH SORRY Varda is coming— *close his mind*

Melkor: she is disgusting 😐😐😐 OKAY LET'S STARRRT A GOOD OLD WAR, LITTLE BRO, I WILL COME.

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undercat-overdog · 3 years

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Maybe uhhhh Elwing + family for the procrastination prompts?

This made me write some words for an actual WIP, so thank you so much!!

“They told me… they told me that you were not permitted to set foot on the lands of this Middle-earth.”

Elwing laughed. “But I am not stepping foot on lands outside Aman; my feet are in the waters of the Belegaer!” she said, and added, “Ulmo has his favorites, and is fond enough of your father to look the other way.”

Elros looked at where she was standing. “You will be on land, when the tide goes out.”

She raised an eyebrow, with some asperity. “I am capable of moving – I turn into a bird, not a tree.”

He grinned at that, then, suddenly -

“Mother,” Elros said, and ran to her, heedless of the surf. He picked her up in a hug and spun her around, or tried to: they tipped over and fell into the water. Elwing started laughing, still clinging to him, and Elros did too, pushing soaked hair out of his face.

“I missed you,” he said. “We-” We missed you. They treated us well; we came to love our captors even as we hated and feared them, and then to love and respect those we fought with. We saw you and Father in the sky; Eonwe kept us from seeing your faces. And: “We missed you.” It was all true.

Elwing's eyes were very bright. She reached out to touch his wet hair. “You cut it,” she said.

“In the manner of... I was going to say, 'in the manner of the Edain,' but...” In the manner of my people, not in the manner of the Elves.

She smiled. “I like it; it suits you well.”

He grinned back. “Not all of us have all the Ages to spend dressing our hair! But this” - he shook his head, sending water everywhere - “easy enough to take care of, and long enough to tie out of the way when need be. And it doesn't take all day to dry after washing – I'm doing quite a bit of that, since I'm spending much of my time digging foundations and cutting wood and stone. We're building cities, Mother, such as the Edain never had before. We're building a nation, a land of our own to live free under the sun.”

“So your father has said! He looks down on your gift-land and tells me what he sees in words and song-visions both, but I should like to see it with my own eyes.”

Elros grinned. “Then let me show you!” he said, and sat down in the sand. It was half-tide, and the sand was wet – perfect for building, like the sandcastles they and Elrond had made in Sirion.

Elwing sat down in the gentle surf, the highest point of the waves reaching her shoulder. He blinked at her.

“Aren’t you chill?”

His mother looked confused. “Chill? Why would I be? The water's not warm, but it's perfectly pleasant.”

Oh, though Elros, another way I've changed. The people he had chosen, Eru’s second children, were far more bothered by extremes of temperature.

But he grabbed for a piece of driftwood and used it to trace lines in the sand, and told her of the lay of Armenelos, and then built a building of sand like as to the one he would live in, and his children, and all his mother’s descendants, the future rulers of the Land of the Gift.

#elwing #elros #chaos-of-the-abyss #ask #my fic

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The Valar: Oh I love all of Eru Iluvatar's children equally. The Valar, earlier: I don't really care for the Atani

The race of elves: Whoa, we're probably the only thinking things on this planet! Well, let's do our best to survive.

The devil: UGH another of the manifold splendid works of Iluvatar! How I hate them! Monstrous wolves and spiders, assail them.

The race of elves: O THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS

Orome: Not so fast! I'm Orome, god of the hunt, and I'm here to say, "elves, why are you living here when you could live in LITERAL HEAVEN, with us, LITERAL GODS". Come on! We'll teach you the arts of civilization.

Most of the elves: Yeah okay that sounds great let's go.

AND SO THE ELVES GO AND LIVE IN HEAVEN, AWAY FROM THE MACHINATIONS OF THE DEVIL, UNTIL THE VALAR BRING THE DEVIL INTO HEAVEN FOR SOME REASON BUT I'VE BEEN OVER THAT:

MEANWHILE, HUNDREDS OF YEARS LATER:

The race of men: Whoa, we're probably the only thinking things on this planet! Well, let's do our best to survive.

All the monstrous wolves and spiders who, y'know, never went away, they're still a problem: HEY HEY HEY

The race of men: O THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS

The devil: Hey men, you know what's great? EVIL. Evil is GREAT.

The race of men: I mean... really? Are you sure? Is there a competing philosophy somewhere?

The devil: No it's awesome trust me.

THEN MEN AND ELVES MEET AFTER THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING FOR, LIKE, A WHILE:

Elves: Yo, you don't have to be evil.

Some men: Awesome

Not all men: I dunno man we've been tutored by a literal god and he's pretty emphatic that evil's pretty balling. If there were good gods in the mix, wouldn't we have heard by now?

Elves: UGH MEN ARE JUST TERRIBLE THEY'RE THE *WORST*

AND THEN THE DAGOR BRAGOLLACH TAKES PLACE:

Eärendil: THE VALAR, PLEASE HELP US, WE ARE SORELY OPPRESSED BY THE DEVIL IN MIDDLE-EARTH

The Valar: That sounds like a problem for other people.

Eärendil: LITERALLY THE ENTIRE RACE OF THE SECOND CHILDREN OF ILUVATAR IS BEING SNUFFED LIKE A GUTTERING CANDLE

The Valar: Also just FYI humans aren't allowed in Heaven, so we need to kill you now.

Eärendil: I mean, I'm half-elfish

The Valar: OH WELL THEN go back a second what were you saying

Eärendil: Also a bunch of elves are dying

The Valar: YO THAT'S IT WE GOTTA STOP THE DEVIL RIGHT NOW EVERYBODY GET IN THE BUS

#honestly one of my favorite jokes is meanwhile coupled with a phrase that indicates a displacement of time #e.g. meanwhile four hundred years in the future

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