Just had a follow-up thought to the Angry Sauron post:
He wouldn’t lose control of his hröa just from anger or even full blow rage, there has to be an element of fear behind his anger before he’d let his appearance slip like that. He wouldn’t get there just from being annoyed or outraged at someone, it’d have to be something that really struck at the core of his insecurities.
In short, if he’s so mad that he’s losing control of his body and hulking out into a scary gargoyle, it probably means you’re winning. …It might also mean you’re seconds from death! OR that he’s ready to hightail it the fuck out of there! Hedge your bets.
If he is well and truly steamed, it means he’s less likely to be focusing on how his physical shape is manifesting, and more likely that he’s revert back to his raw Maia shape– this is mostly a conceit I use for the purposes of distinguishing what he looks like in a “fair” or human/elven form and the way he looks as a spirit; there’s no particular reason for him to stay in humanoid shape except that A) I like to draw him that way, and B) it’s probably habit for him to look human at this point, since it’s been trillions of years since he was a being of pure energy and spirit.
In my ‘verse, his unmodified Maia shape looks something like this:
The “horns” or head ornaments are sort of how I distinguish Aulë’s Maiar from the Maiar of other Valar. Again, mostly an artistic conceit of mine. XD
This will be easier to showcase once I… uh…. actually draw some more Maiar >__>;; WHICH WILL BE SOON, ACTUALLY. Here’s Curumo being his usual ingratiating self:
And another, nameless, female Maia:
Later, in the Third Age after he loses his “fair” body in the fall of Numenor, his spirit manifests itself in a very loose, smoky, spectral way that resembles this original form, but more corrupted:
(And missing a finger, naturally).
WOW OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY A WAY MORE LONGWINDED REPLY THAN YOU WANTED, HUH? :’D ANYWAY, THOSE ARE THE HORNS!
forgemaiar: Curiosity is the project. To elaborate you and I can perceive miniscule imperfections such as the slag content in a bar of steel, but for a more… elven apprentice, the naked eye alone isn’t quite enough.
*opens the box and begins unpacking a crude microscope* I wondered what would happen if she could see carbon nanotubes on her own, but first I need to see if the magnification is strong enough.
He tilts his head, eyes sparking at the hint of intrigue.
“…An elf apprentice, you say? How interesting. Finding elves of a smithing persuasion these days is a rare thing. Do I know her?”
While he speaks he sets about with a compass and a glass cutter, turning a sheet of clear glass into circles small enough to fit inside Mitsanár’s palm.
“I myself have a weakness for teaching… Whoever your student is, I’m sure they will benefit greatly from your experiment. At the very least, it will be a pleasure for you; I know first hand that it is one of the keenest joys to watch the Eruhini discover what is beyond their physical sight– like the matrix of cementite and carbon fibers in this steel, or the formation of oxide crystals.”
*startles at the little maia charging into his workplace*
Of course darling! What is mine is yours. But may I ask why?
Impatience, mostly. I have a rowdy little apprentice and far too much curiosity to wait until I have an ingot of my own. You wouldn’t happen to have little mirrors, would you? No bigger than the palm of my hand?
Ah, apprentices– a blessing and a curse! The steel I have on hand, but the mirrors I will have to make to your specifications. If you have a moment, I can silver some glass here and now. …Perhaps while you wait you can tell me about this project that requires good steel and clean reflections. You’ve piqued my curiosity.
I have reaction images for all of Sauron’s feelings: Smug, Eyebrows, Anger, Seduction, and the fifth emotion, Umami
I am not responsible for the poor aesthetic choices of my brethren.
If he wishes to slip about like a scaleless eel, so be it. It is no business of mine if the Eruhini mistake him for a fledgling girl, with the smooth hands of a milkmaid.
“OH NO DON’T BRING ME INTO THIS!! My brother and I have settled our differences concerning hair and I will admit that I like my brother’s hair where it is.
Make no mistake – I will tease him for it, just as he mocks me now, but we are kin and as such it is ‘alright’.
Humans are quite firm on ‘I may mock my brother but others may not’, and I would say that applies here.
Touch one hair on my brother’s furry chest, and I will help him create those shoes”
Why, thank you for your dubious support, brother. Come by the forge sometime so I can properly express my gratitude.
JI! Thank goodness, I never thought I’d see the day I was so grateful for your support! PLEASE, THEY’RE LIKE A SWARM OF MOSQUITOS. THEY DOG ME AT EVERY TURN WITH THEIR HEINOUS, HAIRLESS FASCINATION. I fear for my pride as an Aulendur, please, help me!
ok ok ok ok my favorite part so far in the book vs the movie is how in the BOOK when sauron’s Evil Servants are interrogating the gaffer about the whereabouts of Mister Baggins and frodo can only hear the gaffer’s side of the conversation but it ends with “no i can’t take any messages i’m sorry GOODNIGHT”
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im so happy a ringwraith asked sam’s dad if he could leave a message for Mister Baggins
[horrific ringwraith voice] CAN YOU AT LEAST TELL ME WHERE HE’S GETTING HIS MAIL FORWARDED
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