Month: February 2017

misbehavingmaiar:

Many of you were keen to see me take on a more feminine form, but I thought better than that, why don’t I introduce you to my sisters of the forge? They are all Maiar of Aulë, no less capable of wringing fine shapes from metal or swinging a hammer than I. Why don’t we meet them? 

From left to right, this is Dutiful-One, Meticulous-One, Magnificent-One, and in the back I see Brilliant-One and Patient-One. 

Dutiful-One oversees smelting in this division, but is a capable smith in her own right. If you see a 14 tonne crucible being poured by a single Maia holding its chain, it is likely to be Dutiful. She has a heart of gold and arms of tungsten. 

Meticulous-One, or as I like to call her, “I’ll-Break-For-Sabbath-After-All-These-Rivets-Are-Done-It-Should-Only-Take-Another-Century!” ……That’s…. That’s a wordplay that works much better in Valarin, I apologize.  Meticulous! Take your lunch hour already you madwoman! The extra hinge pins can wait!

Magnificent One is a force to be reckoned with, aren’t you madam? She is chief architect and designer in this sector. Her word is law, her tongue is sharp, and her standards are high. I have the distinction of being the only one to have ever beaten her at arm wrestling, but her title as undefeated champion at the ingot-toss still stands. We’ve been friends for eons, I miss her very much.
(She is an absolute surgeon with a whip– taught me everything I know. Ssh!) 

And behind them:
Brilliant-One is in charge of forge maintenance a temperature control– she can change the burn heat of your coal just by looking at it. No one has more accurate timing or gauge of melting points. Her combinations of fuel often mean the difference between our steel coming out just a hair too brittle or supple and unbreakable as the back of Tulkas. 

Patient-One I have not met personally; I hear she is quiet, thoughtful, and an excellent metallurgist. I believe she invented a new copper alloy? A fine worker! I am sure she will do well in this unit. 

Ah, there are more, so many countless more! I built mountains with this family, sunk the basins of seas with them… I would be heartless if I had no regrets about leaving them behind. You deserve to see the fine women of Aulë’s forges in flesh and spirit, not merely a costume worn by me– not that I have objections to said costume! But my sisters wear it much better, I think you’ll agree.

//high-resolution image available on my Patreon//

forgemaiar:

misbehavingmaiar:

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“It was Laumë who contacted me, actually,” Sauron said, scratched his beard idly. “I was quite as surprised as anyone. She wished for my help restoring a rare artifact she’d found. Very precocious!” He laughed, then sobered quickly. 

“Mitsa, I understand this puts you in a precarious position, but I must ask you to keep our correspondence to yourself. She wrote to me in confidence; Ossë does not know, and I expect she would be mortified if he found out.” 

Noting the difficulty his guest was having with the quartz, he went unbidden to a wall of small, catalogued drawers set into the back of his workroom. He plucked a few specimens from their containers carefully while Mitsa spoke, and something he said made Sauron startle mid-turn.

“Parent?” he exclaimed, nearly fumbling his armful of crystals. “I– Oh! Forgive me, I assumed– but, Uinen, surely…?” He shook his head rapidly to clear it, blinking. “Pardon my ignorance, friend. I am clearly not as informed about this situation as I thought! …Here, try fluorite. Should hold and emit a stronger light when Sung to,” he finished as an aside. 

Mitsanár couldn’t help but laugh, a rich rolling sound that came out with such intensity that he had to hold onto the counter’s edge lest he fall over. Miraculously he managed to detatch the quartz crystals from his device without dropping them. Their slight glow vanished as soon as he took his hand away.

“I think a few explanations are in order,” he said warmly. “Mitsalaume has three parents: Terror, Pearl, and myself. She takes after her father and mother quite a bit, but I am her mentor and confidant in many matters. I knew of her diving trips, of her growing treasure collection, even of her letters, though I’d no idea who she was writing to before now. Just because I helped her construct a personal journal does not mean I read it.”

He paused, leaning one hip against the counter and twirled a tool absentmindedly between his fingers. “I will say nothing of your letters unless she is ready to admit them, or I find you’ve done her harm. In which case-” he leveled the tool like a sword at Sauron’s chest- “I will grease your forge floors to a mirror polish, fill your chimneys solid with dried corn, misplace all of your dustpans, hide explosives in your quenching trough, and move each and every one of your tools to places most inconvenient for you.”

His mouth formed a silent ‘o’ as he took in the information, shaking his head with an expression both wry and sheepish. “I… should have guessed that,” he grinned in return. “The simplest explanation, and my mind flew clear over it. Of course such a unique child should have a stable of parents to raise her; Mahal preserve you if you try to do it alone.” 

Mitsa’s laugh was delightful; a rounder, warmer sound than he was expecting from such a small frame. It distracted him enough that his giddy smile lasted up until there was a dapping punch pointed at his sternum. 

“Woah! Easy friend,” he parried the rod away gently with the back of his hand, “I mean her no ill. Do you really think I’d harbor a vendetta against a child?” His brow furrowed pitifully over soulful, lupine eyes. “What threat do you imagine she poses? These days I am on passable terms with the sea folk, I’d do nothing to jeopardize that; and what is more, she considers me her godfather! I’m saddened you think I would harm a fledgling girl who entrusted me with her confidence.” 

masteroftheseas
replied to your post “imindhowwelayinjune
replied to your photo “Many of you were keen to…”

“Why would someone pay to be lifted up on a bench? Do they need a better vantage point?”

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Why WOULDN’T someone pay to be bench pressed by a forge maia?

imindhowwelayinjune
replied to your photo “Many of you were keen to see me take on a more feminine form, but I…”

I am sweating and it has nothing to do with the temperature of the forge

Would you like a ladysmith to lift you over her head on a mead bench like Gaston? 

Do you ever change your hair to a different color? If so, do you use dies? Or wigs perhaps? Or maybe you don’t bother with different hair colors at all?

I have never felt particularly compelled to change my hair color, no. But it has been known to change aspect with the rest of me to become like smoke or fire, when the mood takes me.

radioactive-earthshine:

I wish Tolkien went into more mundane activities elves participate in for recreational entertainment rather than just making sweeping generalizations that they ‘were merry’. I have a love/hate relationship with the vagueness of Tolkien’s descriptions; on one hand it opens the world up for fans to do whatever they want essentially but on the other hand it makes it so wide there is little structure.

For example; did the Teleri hold very serious rock skipping contests? Did the Noldor have science exhibitions??

this is precisely my feeling on Tolkienish Textual Ambiguity as well XD

Many of you were keen to see me take on a more feminine form, but I thought better than that, why don’t I introduce you to my sisters of the forge? They are all Maiar of Aulë, no less capable of wringing fine shapes from metal or swinging a hammer than I. Why don’t we meet them? 

From left to right, this is Dutiful-One, Meticulous-One, Magnificent-One, and in the back I see Brilliant-One and Patient-One. 

Dutiful-One oversees smelting in this division, but is a capable smith in her own right. If you see a 14 tonne crucible being poured by a single Maia holding its chain, it is likely to be Dutiful. She has a heart of gold and arms of tungsten. 

Meticulous-One, or as I like to call her, “I’ll-Break-For-Sabbath-After-All-These-Rivets-Are-Done-It-Should-Only-Take-Another-Century!” ……That’s…. That’s a wordplay that works much better in Valarin, I apologize.  Meticulous! Take your lunch hour already you madwoman! The extra hinge pins can wait!

Magnificent One is a force to be reckoned with, aren’t you madam? She is chief architect and designer in this sector. Her word is law, her tongue is sharp, and her standards are high. I have the distinction of being the only one to have ever beaten her at arm wrestling, but her title as undefeated champion at the ingot-toss still stands. We’ve been friends for eons, I miss her very much.
(She is an absolute surgeon with a whip– taught me everything I know. Ssh!) 

And behind them:
Brilliant-One is in charge of forge maintenance a temperature control– she can change the burn heat of your coal just by looking at it. No one has more accurate timing or gauge of melting points. Her combinations of fuel often mean the difference between our steel coming out just a hair too brittle or supple and unbreakable as the back of Tulkas. 

Patient-One I have not met personally; I hear she is quiet, thoughtful, and an excellent metallurgist. I believe she invented a new copper alloy? A fine worker! I am sure she will do well in this unit. 

Ah, there are more, so many countless more! I built mountains with this family, sunk the basins of seas with them… I would be heartless if I had no regrets about leaving them behind. You deserve to see the fine women of Aulë’s forges in flesh and spirit, not merely a costume worn by me– not that I have objections to said costume! But my sisters wear it much better, I think you’ll agree.

//high-resolution image available on my Patreon//

thegreencarousel:

Stuff from my recent portfolio. Not sure if I want to post the rest but here’s a peek anyway. I’m a bit leery of including a fan character into a portfolio but at this point my Maedhros is so OC looking that you can’t really see the Tolkien in him anymore so I decide to risk it > < My brother says he looks like a pirate so he can be a scar-ry redhead elf pirate:P Pirate King Maedhros. Aaaaaaaa

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