Now, other way around! Your muses’s relationships and opinions on admirable-mairon’s Mairon

–For reference, @admirable-mairon wrote their lovely response here. I’ll try to answer as thoroughly as they were kind enough to do! – 

Gawd, okay, look, their relationship is a hot, hot mess in every possible way. 
It is très #problematique. It is almost certainly going to end in blood and tears and revenge and cathartic hate-banging. They are two very lonely, very territorial cats in a fucked up bag. They’re either going to kill each other or join forces and free up to two separate Melkors* from the Void and then kill each other or kill everyone else, or die trying. 

*Having a separate Sauron and Mairon gets way more complicated when the other player already has an established Melkor, which we do. 
@admirable-mairon summed this up very well in their post: We have two separate Melkors, and two separate histories serving him. The events are the same, but the outcomes and motives were very different, and this gives the muses something to compare and argue about in RP.
We could go one of two ways on this: either this is a sort of Mirror-Universe AU, where two realities featuring different versions of the same person bumped into each other and merged, OR, we have twin Saurons and twin Melkors simultaneously. …That is way too many dark lords for one planet. Let’s call this the “Everyone Is Fucked” AU. 

I answered this in my earlier post, but I’ll stress again that “Brother/Sister” is an honorary title that Maiar who serve/d the same Vala use. They are not biologically related or socialized together. Just. Wanted to specify. Because this is the Silmarillion, and shit happens. #NoTwiceBelovedBro, #My Other Girlfriend Turned Out To Be My Sister, #That’s Rough Buddy. 

Hopefully this is coming across in the RP, but my Sauron sees a lot of his Melkor in Mairon, and Mairon likewise sees a lot of his Melkor in Sauron.
It’s super-duper messy because the relationship between Mairon and his Melkor is SO VASTLY DIFFERENT from Sauron’s relationship– and frankly, Sauron is Not A Fan of Mairon’s very, very abusive Melkor.
They each remind each other of the flaws in their respective masters, and Sauron is simultaneously attracted and repulsed by this. He’s stuck between wanting to subdue and humble his impudent brother, whereby fulfilling the role of abusive surrogate which is so repellent to him, or trying to repair Mairon’s self-worth and coping mechanisms, which will probably land him in another toxic tail-spin of a relationship that will break his heart.   

From a professional Dark Lord standpoint, he can’t simply ignore Mairon, because whatever Mairon does affects their empire and standing as a whole. Mairon is volatile, impulsive, and voracious, and frequently does things that jeopardize alliances or tactical advantage, and this gets under Sauron’s skin in such a huge way. Oh boy does he hate that. He has to clean up little brother’s messes AND organize his half of the war effort, and it just ruffles him up so bad to know he’s associated with a reckless, wanton, MESS MAKER with no sense of diplomacy or responsibility and NO BEARD and A TINY HAMMER.   

RRRRRRRRGHHGHGGG *wringing motion* 

On the other hand, Mairon is cut from the same cloth as he is, and they have enough in common that sometimes they get along like wildfire. Also, Sauron finds it attractive when people are attracted to him, even if he finds them infuriating. And unnaturally hairless. And skinny. And lacking in decorum or basic decency. And blond

BUT SOMETIMES they get along great and understand each other perfectly, in between times when they’re undermining each other’s authority or hate-flirting or insulting each other’s aesthetics. 👍

forgemaiar:

misbehavingmaiar:

“I can’t fault you for being protective of your charge. She must be very precious to you.” 

He tried no more to excuse himself; Mitsa knew ultimately where his loyalties lay, and there were no promises he could make for the extended future, should the girl grow and bar his path. He could only hope such a future would not be woven. 

Mitsa’s humming stilled his thoughts, seeming to absorb all the noise of the forge until he could hear his own heart beating in his ears. The crystals glowed a greenish hue– easily correctable with a color filter, he thought. The light grew and did not fade, illuminating the stage where samples could be placed.

As he was offered the instrument he grinned broad and beaming. “I’d be delighted. Thank you,” he leaned close to the eyepiece. 

“Well, it certainly glows,” he chuckled, “but there’s not much to see yet. I’ll fetch that steel in a moment, but first…” Sauron ducked his head and exhaled a warm puff of breath over the glass plate, fogging it. He touched the plate with one finger, brow knitting in concentration. He hadn’t attempted this trick in a long time– it was counter to his nature, or rather, a reversal of it. The ambient temperature dropped around the work station, though the bronze skin of his hand glowed and began to steam and drip. He watched until ice crystals began to form on the glass, then eagerly returned to the microscope lens, adjusting the focus.

“There we are. Some of Melkor’s fine work,” he purred, pleased with himself. “Look at that. Sixfold symmetry. Natural fractals. Beautiful.” He was almost loathe to look away, but the heat of the forge made short work of the ice and moisture.   

The smaller Maia fell silent, something darkening behind his eyes as he watched Sauron focusing to do something that for him came so easily. Was he so different from a true Aulendur even doing the same tasks?

“Would it be blasphemy in your house if I argued frost does not belong to your master alone?”

Mitsanár

asked as he bent close to huff more fog on the mirror. His hand almost danced around the glass as he stole away its heat into his fingers, letting it disperse up his arm. His version was much more subtle; there was no ambient chill, no glow to mark his theft, just a quiet drain.

Like palming a jewel.

“You and I can craft it too,” he continued, “with some effort. And those in the sea have an easier time of it.” He left Sauron to continue looking through the eyepiece if he wished and pushed himself up on the table so he was sitting next to the device. “But it is beautiful despite its source. Storm’s going to love this,” he added, eyeing the green light it gave off. “…Although I think it would be easier for her to work if we had a light source that did not require a song…”

Ah well. He could teach Mitsalaume to sing, or if all else failed sing for her. So long as she was happy he couldn’t much care which it was.

Mitsanár sighed and reached for his box. He dug out a few sheets of vellum, shook them free of the hay he’d packed the box with, and offered them as a roll. “The blueprints. I’d honestly expected I’d have to bribe you with these to get your help. Or make off with your toolbox,” he said lightly, although whether he was joking or not it was difficult to tell. 

“I don’t believe in blasphemy… least of all towards Melkor,” Sauron replied wistfully.  “To blaspheme requires the existence an authority one cannot question or renounce… He would have hated that. But it is true that ice was a child of his thought, in the beginning. Before that, water did not change states; it was considered a perfect, immutable entity. You can imagine what a disaster it would have been if that idea had made it through to the final draft of Arda.” He laughed and snorted, still bent over the lens of the microscope, watching the feathers of ice grow. 

“….You’re much better at that than I,” he remarked. “And to think, I was trying to impress you with my little trick!” He clucked his tongue in acknowledgement of superior talent. “I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that your Song is so flexible; you’re rather unique as a disciple of Aulë, aren’t you?” 

His brows raised in faint alarm as Mitsa handed over the schematics of his device. “Did you? It seemed like you barged into my forge knowing exactly what you wanted and expecting to get it!” He grinned lopsidedly, accepting the prints with gusto. “Oh, but these are a delight! Thank you, little ruby. But you should know I am always at your service. There is no need to ransom my hardware.”   

Hey! I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I like to occasionally read your RPs, and the latest had me a bit confused. I was pretty sure you were replying as Melkor to your RP partner’s Sauron, but then I got a bit confused by your last post with Sauron’s shoulders slumping and your IC: Sauron tag. Is this just because I’m unfamiliar with your tagging, or am I missing something?

Oh! No problem! XD This thread is probably pretty confusing without explanation, huh? (also thanks for reading my RPs! That’s really cool! :’D )

So, this RP is taking place in a casual AU where Mairon and Sauron are two separate characters. They are both Maiar of Aulë who left to join Melkor… actually, in this case, two separate Melkors. (We haven’t quite resolved that plot point yet. >v>; I guess the Melkors are brothers too? aldkfj;alsdkfj just assume they’re stuck in the Void together or something).

My house rule is that any time I’m playing with another Sauron/Mairon, the two are “brothers”. (On this blog, my headcanon is that “Brother”, “Sister”, and “Cousin” are all honorary titles used between Maiar to distinguish those who serve the same Vala, and those who serve somewhere else. That’s why this Sauron refers to Ossë as “Cousin” while he calls other Mairons and miscellaneous Maiar of Aulë “brother” or “sister”.) Usually I take the name Sauron or Thû (which is my preference on this blog anyway) and the other player takes the name Mairon. 

I RP with other Sauron-roleplayers because our interpretations are completely different, and the two characters often interact in interesting ways. These threads never take place in canon, so I don’t usually fuss too much about the details of a Middle Earth timeline with two Saurons or two Melkors existing at the same time. XD It’s really more of an excuse to have fun with other blogs. 

Hope that helped clear up the confusion! 

“… Brother I hate to ask for your advice, but you have been known to be calmer than I in pressed situations: How do you deal with disobedient servants? I feel as though I have tried EVERYTHING and nothing seems to work…!”

admirable-mairon:

misbehavingmaiar:

admirable-mairon:

misbehavingmaiar:

admirable-mairon:

misbehavingmaiar:

admirable-mairon:

misbehavingmaiar:

I so rarely encounter disobedience in my servants, I’m afraid I may be of no use to you. Perhaps if you were more specific…? 

“….. Well…..” he growled clearly attempting to force himself to calm down.
“…. I have tried punishments for those who disobey and rewards for those who don’t, and yet they are still convinced that I am an unjust lord, and even those who are rewarded for their good work speak ill of me”

“Punishing disobedience and rewarding adherence has nothing to do with being just, dear brother. What, might I ask, are the policies you are failing to uphold with this disciplinarian method? I am simply bursting with curiosity,” he inquired smoothly. 

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite how obvious it was that his brother was toying with him. A favourite hobby of his it seemed.
“…. My wraiths are displeased that Khamûl and I are being intimate – Believing that I am forcing myself onto him. Even before that, there have been ill words about me shared between them, calling me cruel and unfair. Adûnaphel requires gifts despite never doing her job properly and constantly being rude and unprofessional, Ji-Indur seems displeased with his choice to take the ring and is blaming his choice on me. There even seem to have been talks of assassination and I cannot trust any of them aside from Murazôr”

“Raising a fuss over another’s intimate relationships? Why, who would do such a thing?” His voice remained syrupy. “I can’t imagine anyone being so unfair to you, bastion of goodwill and honesty that you are. It’s not as though Khamûl is somehow contractually bound to obey your every command, thought, and desire, is he? It’s as if your servants think you to be some sort of fickle, demanding tyrant who holds sway over them with threat of vicious punishment, blackmail, torture, and control of their free will for hundreds of years… I simply can’t imagine what sort of grudge they could possibly hold against you.” 

“As if you are any better, o Great Deciever – Lord and sir Abhorred” he hissed, pupils narrowing and eyes flashing. “Don’t you come here and play ‘holier-than-thou’ with me when you are guilty of the same crimes as I. We created the rings, offered them as gifts and they were accepted as such – Greedily and eagerly might I add. I grant them privileges and gifts whenever they do their job well! I only ever punish them when they are disrespectful or outright disobedient and treacherous! Murazôr suggests that I remove their free will entierly, and though it would be effective I am somewhat reluctant to so it still”

He sighed then, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Think what you will brother, but I always ask Khamûl what it is he wants and ask permission before I ever do anything to him or with him. He claims he feels alive when he’s in my bed, and so I do not push him away. We cannot leave Barad-Dûr currently and I am reluctant to sleep with slaves – This alternative is far superior. He is… Sweet”

“To hell with holiness,he snapped, gaze suddenly sharp and trained on his brother, all pretense gone. “If we laid the same traps and caught the same fowl, why are yours flying their coop? I do not accuse you of being less moral than I; I am accusing you of being ineffective.” His lip curled over his fangs. 

“Your Witch is right. Either dispense with this absurd act of pretending you are worthy of your name, worthy of admiration– strip them of their free will entirely and use them like the pawns you made them to be, or else earn their loyalty, and complain no more of the unfairness of being called cruel by those whose love you have greatly abused.” 

“Your Lord raised you to be a beast, and you treat your servants as beasts in return. If you truly wish to rectify this situation, you will listen to their claims and address their concerns, not merely toss treats from your table at whoever performs the best tricks. Loyalty and trust are the only through which obedience is assured, even when your eyes are elsewhere. Find what they want, what motivates them, offer them what they cannot get elsewhere, solve their problems, understand their fears– make them eager to please you.” This he nearly spat, looming close over his brother’s porcelain face. 

“You have the most subtle, perfect tool for seeing into the hearts of men resting on your finger, and you are USING IT. LIKE. A. BLUDGEON.” 
The fist of his right hand smashed into the wall, shedding splinters of stone and rattling dust from the the firmament. 

While his brother was intimidating, this was what he had wanted from the beginning. His brother had claimed that he was broken after all – that he didn’t function like he should – and he was starting to believe him. Why else would everything go wrong?
But simply knowing that he was… supposedly ‘broken’ and ‘unstable’ was not enough to make him change. Everything he did was logical and rational to him after all – how would he know what to change if he saw nothing wrong with what he was doing?
“… Do try not to break down our walls” he huffed, not scared by the display of power. Aroused? A little bit. But mainly he was happy to see that his brother was finally willing not to toy with him anymore.
“I am well aware that I am being ineffective, what I didn’t know was WHY my methods were ineffective, which is why I came to you. Are you saying I should gift them and reward them even before they do something worthy of a reward? I… know their longings and wishes, and I have withheld them when they haven’t been doing their duties. I may be a beast, but I am a beast that is willing to try to learn anew”

Sauron gave a great huff, shoulders slumping. 

“No one yet living has the capacity to irritate me like you do, brother,” he said, massaging the furrow between his brows. “If it were only a matter of teaching you something new, you would have corrected your own course centuries ago. It is not as though you are incapable, or a slow student; it is that there is so much you must first unlearn before what I have to say will mean anything.” 

He hated that he could not fix his brother; his wicked, poisonous, beautiful brother, crooked as a broken bone that had mended itself without a splint far, far too many times. There was a hole in his heart that still bled at every reminder of another golden, vicious creature that he had failed to save; it was too tempting to think that Mairon could be the one to fill that void, to redeem his past mistakes. Every time he felt the little monster clawing at that wound, worming his way closer to his heart, he wanted to squeeze the life out of his pretty throat. 

“Your servants are not pets. They are tools,” he enunciated, evenly and cold. “Tools work best when they are treated with care and are used for their intended purpose– find your playthings elsewhere. Remember that your ring-bearers still have the hearts and minds of Men; let them preserve the illusion of their freedom, and they will settle into their collars willingly. Let them preserve the appearance of dignity, and they will let you lead them by nose. Let them rut amongst themselves, but do not lower yourself in their presence. They were once kings– you must be more kingly than they.”   

Into this wild abyss,
The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,
Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
But all these in their pregnant causes mixed
Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,
Unless the almighty maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more worlds,
Into this wild abyss the wary fiend
Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,
Pondering his voyage.…

John Milton, Paradise Lost (via pythionice)

misbehavingmaiar:

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– I apologize; all the quotes I picked are super duper long. XD
For the sake of brevity, I’ll say that I get the shivers whenever I read the full exchange between Hurin and Melkor, but it’s several pages long, so I just picked excerpts; and also, the lines between Beren & Company and Thû remain my favorite examples of dark lord snark. 
 Some other close contenders were scenes that didn’t involve either character directly, but were from emissaries or second-hand descriptions of them, like the quote from Isildur about the One Ring. Frequently I find the most evocative moments involving Sauron are the ones that indirectly hint at his personality through the Ring, or through his various servants and mouthpieces. 

Five favorite quotes regarding Sauron:

1) “’And after these words Isildur described the Ring, such as he found it: ‘It was hot when I first took it, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already the writing upon it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It is fashioned in an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond recall. The Ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron’s hand, which was black and yet burned like fire, and so Gil-galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold made hot again, the writing would be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.”

2) “Among those of his servants that have names the greatest was that spirit whom the Eldar called Sauron, or Gorthaur the Cruel. In his beginning he was of the Maiar of Aulë, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people. In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast works and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had a part, and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself. But in after years he rose like a shadow of Morgoth and a ghost of his malice, and walked behind him on the same ruinous path down into the Void.” 

3) “…for Sauron took to himself the name of Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, and they had at first much profit from his friendship. And he
said to them: “Alas, for the weakness of the great! For a mighty king is Gil-galad, and wise in all lore is Master Elrond,
and yet they will not aid me in my labours. Can it be that they do not desire to see other lands become as blissful as
their own? But wherefore should Middle-earth remain for ever desolate and dark, whereas the Elves could make it as
fair as Eressëa, nay even as Valinor? And since you have not returned thither, as you might, I perceive that you love this
Middle-earth, as do I. Is it not then our task to labour together for its enrichment, and for the raising of all the Elven-
kindreds that wander here untaught to the height of that power and knowledge which those have who are beyond the
Sea?‘”

4) “…But Ar-Pharazôn was not yet deceived, and it came into his mind that, for the better keeping of Sauron and of
his oaths of fealty, he should be brought to Númenor, there to dwell as a hostage for himself and all his servants in
Middle-earth. To this Sauron assented as one constrained, yet in his secret thought he received it gladly, for it chimed
indeed with his desire. And Sauron passed over the sea and looked upon the land of Númenor, and on the city of
Armenelos in the days of its glory, and he was astounded; but his heart within was filled the more with envy and hate.
Yet such was the cunning of his mind and mouth, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had
passed he had become closest to the secret counsels of the King; for flattery sweet as honey was ever on his tongue, and
knowledge he had of many things yet unrevealed to Men. […]For now, having the ears of men, Sauron
with many arguments gainsaid all that the Valar had taught; and he bade men think that in the world, in the east and
even hi the west, there lay yet many seas and many lands for their winning, wherein was wealth uncounted. And still, if
they should at the last come to the end of those lands and seas, beyond all lay the Ancient Darkness. ’And out of it the
world was made. For Darkness alone is worshipful, and the Lord thereof may yet make other worlds to be gifts to those
that serve him, so that the increase of their power shall find no end
.’
And Ar-Pharazôn said: ’Who is the Lord of the Darkness?
Then behind locked doors Sauron spoke to the King, and he lied, saying: ’It is he whose name is not now
spoken; for the Valar have deceived you concerning him, putting forward the name of Eru, a phantom devised in the
folly of their hearts, seeking to enchain Men in servitude to themselves. For they are the oracle of this Eru, which
speaks only what they will. But he that is their master shall yet prevail, and he will deliver you from this phantom; and
his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedom, and he shall make you stronger than they.
‘”

5) “Then Sauron laughed: ‘Patience! Not long/ shall ye abide. But first a song/ I will sing to you, to ears intent.’/ Then his flaming eyes he on them bent, /and darkness black fell round them all./ Only they saw, as through a pall/ of eddying smoke those eyes profound/ in which their senses choked and drowned./ He chanted a song of Wizardry,/ of piercing, opening, of treachery,/ revealing, uncovering, betraying./ Then sudden Felagund there swaying/ sang in answer a song of staying;/ resisting, battling against power,/ of secrets kept, strength like a tower,/ and trust unbroken, freedom, escape;/ of changing and of shifting shape,/ of snares eluded, broken traps,/ the prison opening, the chain that snaps. / Backwards and forwards swayed their song,/ reeling and foundering, as ever more strong/ the chanting swelled, Felagund fought,/ and all the magic and might he brought/ of Elvenesse into his words./ Softly in the gloom they heard the birds/ singing afar in Nargothrond,the sighing of the sea beyond,/beyond the western world, on sand,/ on sand of pearls in Elvenland./ Then the gloom gathered: darkness growing/ in Valinor, the red blood flowing/ beside the sea, where the Noldor slew/ the Foamriders, and stealing drew/ their white ships with their white sails/ from lamplit havens. The wind wails./ The wolf howls. The ravens flee./ The ice mutters in the mouths of the sea./ The captives sad in Angband mourn./ Thunder rumbles, the fires burn/ – and Finrod fell before the throne.”

Five favorite quotes regarding Melkor:

1) “’Blackheart!’ she said. ‘I have done thy bidding. But I hunger still.’ ‘What wouldst thou have more?’ said Morgoth. ‘Dost thou desire all the world for thy belly? I did not vow to give thee that. I am its Lord.’ ‘Not so much,’ said Ungoliant. ‘But thou hast a great treasure from Formenos; I will have all that. Yea, with both hands thou shalt give it’. Then perforce Morgoth surrendered to her the gems that he bore with him, one by one and grudgingly; and she devoured them, and their beauty perished from the world. Huger and darker yet grew Ungoliant, but her lust was unsated. ‘With one hand thou givest,’ she said; ‘with the left only. Open thy right hand.’ In his right hand Morgoth held close the Silmarils, and though they were locked in a crystal casket, they had begun to bum him, and his hand was clenched in pain; but he would not open it ‘Nay!’ he said. ‘Thou hast had thy due. For with my power that I put into thee thy work was accomplished. I need thee no more. These things thou shalt not have, nor see. I name them unto myself for ever. ’ But Ungoliant had grown great, and he less by the power that had gone out of him; and she rose against him, and her cloud closed about him, and she enmeshed him in a web of clinging thongs to strangle him. Then Morgoth sent forth a terrible cry, that echoed in the mountains. Therefore that region was called Lammoth; for the echoes of his voice dwelt there ever after, so that any who cried aloud in that land awoke them, and all the waste between the hills and the sea was filled with a clamour as of voices in anguish.” 

2) “Then wrath mastered Morgoth, and he said: "Yet I may come at you, and all your accursed house; and you shall be broken on my will, though you all were made of steel.” And he took up a long sword that lay there and broke it before the eyes of Húrin, and a splinter wounded his face; but Húrin did not blench. Then Morgoth stretching out his long arm towards Dor-lómin cursed Húrin and Morwen and their offspring, saying: “Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world.” But Húrin said: “You speak in vain. For you cannot see them, nor govern them from afar: not while you keep this shape, and desire still to be a King visible upon earth.” Then Morgoth turned upon Húrin, and he said; “Fool, little among Men, and they are the least of all that speak! Have you seen the Valar, or measured the power of Manwë and Varda? Do you know the reach of their thought? Or do you think, perhaps that their thought is upon you, and that they may shield from afar?” “I know not,” said Húrin. “Yet so it might be, if they willed. For the Elder King shall not be dethroned while Arda endures.” “You say it,” said Morgoth. “I am the Elder King: Melkor, first and mightiest of all the Valar, who was before the world, and made it. The shadow of my purpose lies upon Arda, and all that is in it bends slowly and surely to my will. But upon all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of Doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair.”

3)“Sit now there,” said Morgoth, “and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom you have delivered to me. For you have dared to mock me, and have questioned the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda. Therefore with my eyes you shall see, and with my ears you shall hear, and nothing shall be hidden from you." 

4) “A cloak of darkness she wove about them when Melkor and Ungoliant set forth; an Unlight, in which things seemed to be no more, and which eyes could not pierce, for it was void. Then slowly she wrought her webs: rope by rope from cleft to cleft, from jutting rock to pinnacle of stone, ever climbing upwards, crawling and clinging, until at last she reached the very summit of Hyarmentir, the highest mountain in that region of the world, far south of great Taniquetil. There the Valar were not vigilant; for west of the Pelóri was an empty land in twilight, and eastward the mountains looked out, save for forgotten Avathar, only upon the dim waters of the pathless sea. But now upon the mountain-top dark Ungoliant lay; and she made a ladder of woven ropes and cast it down, and Melkor climbed upon it and came to that high place, and stood beside her, looking down upon the Guarded Realm. Below them lay the woods of Oromë, and westward shimmered the fields and pastures of Yavanna, gold beneath the tall wheat of the gods. Bat Melkor looked north, and saw afar the shining plain, and the silver domes of Valmar gleaming in the mingling of the lights of Telperion and Laurelin. Then Melkor laughed aloud, and leapt swiftly down the long western slopes; and Ungoliant was at his side, and her darkness covered them.” 

(( Personal note: Is it not just slightly adorable that he giggles and prances down the Pelori?))

5) “Then Melkor lusted for the Silmarils, and the very memory of their radiance was a gnawing fire in his heart. From that time forth, inflamed by this desire, he sought ever more eagerly how he should destroy Fëanor and end the friendship of the Valar and the Elves; but he dissembled his purposes with cunning, and nothing of his malice could yet be seen in the semblance that he wore. Long was he at work, and slow at first and barren was his labour. But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed while others reap and sow in his stead. Ever Melkor found some ears that would heed him, and some tongues that would enlarge what they had heard; and his lies passed from friend to friend, as secrets of which the knowledge proves the teller wise. Bitterly did the Noldor atone for the folly of their open ears in the days that followed after. When he saw that many leaned towards him, Melkor would often walk among them, and amid his fair words others were woven, so subtly that many who heard them believed in recollection that they arose from their own thought. Visions he would conjure in their hearts of the mighty realms that they could have ruled at their own will, in power and freedom in the East; and then whispers went abroad that the Valar had brought the Eldar to Aman because of their jealousy, fearing that the beauty of the Quendi and the makers’ power that Ilúvatar had bequeathed to them would grow too great for the Valar to govern, as the Elves waxed and spread over the wide lands of the world. “

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“Prepare to Follow” – inspired by 18th century gravestone symbolism and colonial motifs of death. The first design in our new Vanitas collection, Prepare to Follow depicts the familiar winged death’s head – the first gravestone symbol to be used by the Puritans – a decorative motif symbolizing death and the soul’s resurrection. Embedded on its shoulders are two hourglasses, another popular 18th century symbol of mortality, reminding us that our time on this Earth is limited.

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smithsonian:

This enormous diamond glows in the dark.

At 187 carats, the Foxfire diamond isn’t the only diamond
that glows under UV light. What’s intriguing to our scientists
is how it continues to emit an eerie glow—first orange and then white—for
minutes after the light is turned off.

It’s most likely caused by nitrogen impurities in
its structure, but we’re still learning about this 2 billion-year-old gem. See more photos of the diamond in action and learn more about it.

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