Month: April 2017

crocordile:

roadgoeson:

I couldn’t get a perfect overlay, but it’s close enough to give you a good idea of what was lost during the WoW.

Some things to note:

  • The deliberate sinkage of both Angband and Utumno 
    • You can see two very deep divots up where Utumno would have been. It looks almost suspiciously as though the Valar took their rage out on the landscape, and then someone called out ‘uh hey guys, it was actually over the next hill all along, haha whoops’
  • The loss of ~80-90% of the land west of the Blue Mountains, and the loss of the Helcaraxe land/ice bridge
    • ie, one can no longer simply walk into Middle Earth 
  • The loss of a good third of the southwestern part of the continent 
    • No apparent reason, just collateral damage from all the ground-shaking violence happening in the far north. The War of Wrath must have seemed like the literal end of the world to those living through it.
  • The draining of the great inland Sea of Helcar
    • All that remains afterwards is the relatively tiny puddle that is the Sea of Rhun. Nothing else appears to have changed much until Sauron came in and set up his mountain-encircled fortress of solitude and sulking.

HELL yeah I love this!! :O

I think though that the hole in utumno was actually carved my Melkor himself:

(…) all the pits of Morgoth were broken and unroofed, and the might of the Valar descended into the deeps of the earth. There Morgoth stood at last at bay, and yet unvaliant. He fled into the deepest of his mines (…)

In the Silm I didn’t find anything that led us to believe that the host of the Valar dug any deeper than Melkor himself had, they just bared his fortress. Which is pretty cool in a horrible way, imagining his slaves exploring the mines deeper and deeper while he himselves carves up the bones of the earth…

Source: roadgoeson

admirable-mairon:

misbehavingmaiar:

@admirable-mairon  “If you start a war with the Oarni, I will make good on my promise to have you buried up to your nose in an orc latrine.” 

“I’m just playing, brother – calm down~”

“You’ve jeopardized our diplomatic relations with the Sea Folk over far less.

What sort of fool do you take me for, that you think I’d trust you in a situation this delicate?”

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kid-khidr:

reflections from an underwater wave 

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

misbehavingmaiar:

Sauron hesitated. “To shore might be farther, and less safe for you in this condition.” His tail pumped slowly while he deliberated. “Wouldn’t it be easiest to ask your pet straight away? I assume he lives on the island. You will of course, have to give me directions.” 

His laugh was weak and dry. “To the island might be farther,” he countered, flashing his cousin an exhausted smirk. “And if you are truly worried for my safety, you would not threaten to leave me for a shark.” Shifting, Ossë turned to curiously look back at Sauron’s tail, watching how it moved, how much better he seemed to wield it than the last time. “… My swan generally does live on one of the islands, but the fact that wishes are being fired off in all directions tells me that now he has wandered off. He must have flown back to the main shore.”

“Oouh, can’t I be both concerned for your well-being and wish to further my own interests?” he pouted, a most dejected look on his predatory face. “I remind you that you’re keeping several things on that island that rightfully belong to me. It’s not as if I wish to lay siege the place.” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll make you a deal– I will carry you to shore, and what’s more I will accompany you and keep you from harm’s way while you find your wayward pet. In exchange, you must promise me that you will return what is mine the moment you are able.”

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

misbehavingmaiar:

“You did, but I forgive you,” he replied serenely, gently thumping his Cousin’s back to assist the water leaving his lungs. “Lucky for both of us, it wasn’t irreparably damaged. Alas, I can’t say the same for our lovely statue.” 

He snickered, the shining black and white planes of his face splitting to reveal a row of pin-like teeth. “Forgive me, but you do so look like a drenched bar mop. I can see why you might be embarrassed for the Oarni to find you like this.” 

Sauron rolled lazily onto his back and pulled Ossë atop his broad chest as though it were a raft. “Now, would you like me to deliver you home to that secret island of yours, or would you rather I left you to you own devices, here in the middle of the ocean? I’m sure a helpful merman would find you eventually. Or a shark.” 

He rolled his eyes, looking pointedly away from Sauron’s face as he grinned. In another situation, this would have been a great time to push him and swim away, but he had to begrudgingly admit he was in no position to start a spat. His head was throbbing and his throat ached and of all the worst possible people to meet out here, Thû was likely at the top of the bottom of the list.

Still, he wasn’t used to being so small, and he tensed and startled as he was pulled onto his cousin’s broad chest effortlessly. … at least he was warm, which was as comfortable as ever. “Rude,” he scoffed, then closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. “I was actually hoping to make it to the shore proper and find who used my swan to do this to me.”

Sauron hesitated. “To shore might be farther, and less safe for you in this condition.” His tail pumped slowly while he deliberated. “Wouldn’t it be easiest to ask your pet straight away? I assume he lives on the island. You will of course, have to give me directions.” 

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

misbehavingmaiar:

He’d forgiven Cousin Ossë for taking advantage of him during his magic-addled state; it had all been harmless fun for those involved, which was as much as one could hope for when it came to Swan wishes. He’d been grateful nothing worse had happened– but that was no reason to forget the matter.

Turnabout was fair play after all, and with the Terror missing from the sea, there was no one forbidding him from using a particular, experimental shape he’d kept in storage since a particular incident involving a cliff face and his spine.

He took a great deal of pleasure in the sight of his Cousin with his cheeks puffed out absurdly, frog-kicking his way clumsily towards the surface. 
A few pulses of his tail brought him face-to-face with the mortal Maia, his long teeth bared in a grin that said simply revenge is sweet. 

He swam lazily around his Cousin for a few deliciously prolonged seconds, laughing a deep rolling laugh that carried through the water. “You do look silly, Cousin,” he clicked using the strange aquatic syllables of the sea-maiar. “I never thought I’d see you on the receiving end of your pet’s mischief. I have to say, it’s immensely satisfying.”  Sauron wasted no more time, but slipped an arm around Ossë’s waist and brought them both to the surface with a few sinuous motions. 

Of all the Ainur in all of Arda to find him, of course it was his cousin. It couldn’t be one of his Oarni, too obedient and polite to laugh about his fate. Not even one of his brethren from Valinor, most too kind to truly enjoy his pain. No, it was his arrogant smug cousin in that stupid handsome Orca form. Hadn’t he broken that?

He spared only a glare for Sauron’s taunts, lungs burning and head spinning unpleasantly. As one smooth, strong arm slid around him, he was briefly panicked – what if he didn’t intend to help? He punched in an utterly ineffective and pathetic poke at a mighty pec. What if he used this to his advantage, and–?

But that thought was interrupted in glorious relief as air was back, and he tried to gasp for it but was cut off with a painful cough, body trying just as hard to expel water as it struggled to get air. After several rounds alternating between gasps and choking coughs, he finally got things figured out and settled wearily. Pushing his hair from his face, he warily regarded his cousin who was currently both helping and mocking him simultaneously. “… Did I not smash that body against a cliff last time we met like this?”

“You did, but I forgive you,” he replied serenely, gently thumping his Cousin’s back to assist the water leaving his lungs. “Lucky for both of us, it wasn’t irreparably damaged. Alas, I can’t say the same for our lovely statue.” 

He snickered, the shining black and white planes of his face splitting to reveal a row of pin-like teeth. “Forgive me, but you do so look like a drenched bar mop. I can see why you might be embarrassed for the Oarni to find you like this.” 

Sauron rolled lazily onto his back and pulled Ossë atop his broad chest as though it were a raft. “Now, would you like me to deliver you home to that secret island of yours, or would you rather I left you to you own devices, here in the middle of the ocean? I’m sure a helpful merman would find you eventually. Or a shark.” 

daughterxftheseas:

lindethiel:

daughterxftheseas:

masteroftheseas replied to your post “-facepalms- Oh my dear sweet baby Manwe why is that even a thing?”

“Because this important topic needs to be discussed!”

-takes a deep breathe- “Lin, you cannot trust every pretty thing he gives you. I don’t even do that despite his assure to the contrary.”

“I’ll have you know I don’t trust every pretty thing he’s given me. There was this one time he had a servant bring this nice cheese platter up and I don’t know where that brie came from but it just smelled wrong. I didn’t eat any.”

-face palms-

“And I did apologize for the faulty brie.” 

lindethiel:

“I would like to officially start the Not All Ring movement. I mean, honestly, you think a guy who has spent this many Ages manipulating and writing history is dumb enough to use the same trick twice? Sometimes a pretty ring from an Ainu is just a pretty ring from an Ainu.”

“Thank you, dear. It’s gratifying to know someone here trusts me to make them a wholly benign gift.

…Honestly, you do something once an entire Age ago and it’s all people think about.” 

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