“Perhaps the feeling is mutual, old man. …And then again, it is the end of the year, when one is inclined to feel compassionate towards old foes. I don’t mean Ossë any harm, nor you, for the time being.”
“Ah but you are not an old foe to him, you are his meddlesome brother. It is my understanding that many become compassionate and nostalgic during festivities but quickly become tired and annoyed by family. Alas, you find yourself on the short end of the stick.”
“Well, I’m sure you’d know better than I.” *bows* “Good evening to you, Mariner…. Do try to have some faith your spouse…”
“Don’t play coy with me. I’m not swayed by a tail fin like he is. I look at you and see lamp oil.”
“Perhaps the feeling is mutual, old man. …And then again, it is the end of the year, when one is inclined to feel compassionate towards old foes. I don’t mean Ossë any harm, nor you, for the time being.”
“And here I thought you loved your brother but you seem to be going out of your way to ruin the holiday season for him … truly, you cannot escape your true nature.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” ❤
…This is going to be a long month for you. *chinhands*
“Nevertheless, it is an honor to know you are listening, my silver, slippery cousin. It is a fine but lonely evening, after all. A maia without company will take all the audience he can get.”
Ossë huffs to himself, offended at his own phrase being used against him. Now that is rude.
Though he made a good point. Damn him double. If he just hadn’t reacted at all, Sauron could have potentially thought he was being ignored. But he responded, which indicated he had been listening to the performance… though, Nowë hadn’t said he couldn’t listen…
Still. How insulting to be called out like that. And there was no reaction that would properly show offense without, from a distance, appearing as just another acknowledgement and encouragement. But doing nothing seemed like trying to do what he was expected to do…
How did he always manage to win?!
(So, lacking any appropriately mature and dignified response, Ossë did the only thing that seemed fair: he tossed a soggy, chewed, rotted boot out of the water to smack his cousin in the head.)
“OW–! Cousin, cousin!” Sauron scoffs. “No need for such antics. Perhaps my song was not for you at all, but only to soothe my own soul in these drear times. The sea is most lovely. How grand it must be, to have a medium so plentiful and full of color, rather than lifeless stones and fire…”
He takes a great sigh and leans to better view the sunset. “Forgive me if I sound sentimental, but I do miss older times… it is near the season of gift-giving, and I have no one to share it with, for no one I love lives yet on this earth.”
“Happy are those with lovers to share with! Ah, Ossë… you are wealthy beyond measure, having not one but two spouses to lift your heart! Have you found gifts to give them yet, for the season? Oh, surely you have– with all the bountiful joy in your marriages, you must have already selected a most splendid gift for Cirdan and Uinen! It would be shameful had you not… especially as the one believes you want curbing for bad behavior. I imagine you want him to think well of you.”
Setting down his instrument the maia reached within his robe and withdrew something flashing.
“Alas, it seems I must keep this small fancy I dreamed up yestereve on the full moon… a hair-clasp for some noble head. I can scarce make use of it myself. It is a shame. If I cannot give it to one I love, I wish some other could.”
The next morning there is a strange gait in Maedhros’ steps, as if they were following some rhythm only he can hear, and he can recognize that, it is the song’s, surely. Still the song of his dream itself seems to elude the Fëanorion at every turn, like an old vixen, hiding in the jagged borders of his consciousness every time his mind tries to focus on its notes. There are a couple of times he can almost feel it fizz on the tip of his tongue and in the back of his throat, like an unresolved need. Yet he cannot associate to it neither a music nor words if he thinks about it.
Lost in his thoughts Maedhros doesn’t notice he is humming, not even when Dimhelesin rises his head from the report he is reading and throws him an incredulous glance.
*sits on the shore with a mandolin, clears throat, and sings a song*
Oh, no. First recitation of poetry, and now he was mimicking the Teleri and singing for him? Oh, Sauron played dirty.
Ossë keened low and closed his eyes, listening to his cousin’s voice, soothing and gentle and reminiscent of the surf as it rose and fell. Surely it was not against Nowë’s rules to listen from afar, after all. He could not control what people sang on a beach. He was innocent!
So deep beneath the waves he floated, fana fading so he could hear better through the sea, and for the duration of the song he was ensnared. But the moment it ended he shook himself and reformed, and realized with a start that he’d drifted much closer than he’d intended.
Damn him! Two could play dirty. With a thought, he sent a wall of water roaring towards his cousin’s perch. If he so loves the oceans this day, he can have them.
“To borrow a phrase: Rude.”
“Nevertheless, it is an honor to know you are listening, my silver, slippery cousin. It is a fine but lonely evening, after all. A maia without company will take all the audience he can get.”
Tolkien inspired wire wrap tree pendant, Trees of Valinor
The two trees of Valinor are fictional trees from J. R. R. Tolkien’s book The Silmarillion. They were made by the Valar in the time when there was no sun or moon, so it was dark all the time. One of the trees shone with a bright golden light and the other with a gentle silver light. They gave light to the entire land of Valinor. But then Melkor and Ungoliant came and destroyed the trees, so there was nothing left of the trees except one golden fruit and one silver blossom. The Valar made the sun and the moon from those and they set them high up in the sky, so that even Melkor couldn’t get to them.
Check more details about the pendants at my Etsy shop 🙂.
Gift idea: Beautiful barren trunks to remind the Dark Lord in your life how they stole the light out of Valinor UwU ❤
In fact, I made an entire continent full of bizarre, deadly, poisonous, invasive, destructive, loud and/or annoying animals specifically to distress the Children of Eru… I called “Australia”, and it was some of my best work.
AHA! So you admit to being responsible for brush turkeys and kangaroos!
So wait, wait, are wargs a kind of gIANT THYLACINE???
…Yesssss. Yes. This is the best species suggestion for wargs I’ve heard yet. Just look at them.
Wargs are now canine like marsupials. They just are.
:’D I HAVE ACTUALLY HAD THESE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES ON MY BLOG FOR A LONG TIME BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY THEY NEED TO BE WARGS
In fact, I made an entire continent full of bizarre, deadly, poisonous, invasive, destructive, loud and/or annoying animals specifically to distress the Children of Eru… I called “Australia”, and it was some of my best work.
AHA! So you admit to being responsible for brush turkeys and kangaroos!
So wait, wait, are wargs a kind of gIANT THYLACINE???
…Yesssss. Yes. This is the best species suggestion for wargs I’ve heard yet. Just look at them.
Wargs are now canine like marsupials. They just are.
okAY BUT WARG BABIES IN A BABY POUCH BETWEEN MOM’S BACK LEGS
SOMEONE DRAW THIS
ARE ORCS ALSO MARSUPIALS
(Drawn at 3 am in firealpaca)
Warg babies and orc babies being carried around in pouches.
mandos: as a mercy that must be given, you may choose your doom. imprisonment for an age, or the bees.
melkor: the bees?
mandos, pounding the gravel: HE HAS CHOSEN THE BEES
yavanna, flinging an angry hive towards melkor’s face: THE BEES
melkor: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
In fact, I made an entire continent full of bizarre, deadly, poisonous, invasive, destructive, loud and/or annoying animals specifically to distress the Children of Eru… I called “Australia”, and it was some of my best work.
AHA! So you admit to being responsible for brush turkeys and kangaroos!
So wait, wait, are wargs a kind of gIANT THYLACINE???
…Yesssss. Yes. This is the best species suggestion for wargs I’ve heard yet. Just look at them.
Wargs are now canine like marsupials. They just are.
:’D I HAVE ACTUALLY HAD THESE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES ON MY BLOG FOR A LONG TIME BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY THEY NEED TO BE WARGS
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