Month: May 2017

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Wise and far-seeing you have proven to be, and a blessing to your lords in faraway dells. But not as far-seeing as they! And in your lack of scope, you are less useful, less strong.

Wouldn’t you rather have the same mastery over visions as the Lady of the Golden Wood? Or relay to distant Imladris the sights you had seen, the secrets of your enemies spied and His plots laid bare?

Here is a vessel made in old Eregion– of the same make and craft as the Lady’s Mirror! With it you could certainly see and communicate with that fair queen who is so wise, whose councils would be of great service to you, or the Half-Elven with all his lore. Yea, even at the shores of the great sea, you might still find them, if you have their trust (and why would you not have their trust?); for in it lies the power of clear water. Pour into any still basin, and it will take you along the streams of time and over distance. 

In whose keep has such a powerful artifact lain hidden for so long, you may ask? Who else might see through its clear, unguarded glass?– But of what importance are such questions when its use could aid so many? 

✧ (gothmog-lord-of-balrogs)

I have no wish to curse you, captain! Anvil-headed though you may be. *nudge*

Here, have the key to an old storage locker in the Eastern Pit. Master has quite forgotten about it, and there are sure to be a few chests of raw gold and ores lying about. Have a snack, on me!

But if He finds out, let it be on your head! That’s as close a thing to a curse as I’ll land you with. 

[releasetheprisoners] ✧ “… If you are still making things… No… Penis tables… Please.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

✧ – For Arradir, Lord of ‘Gimme gimme gimme’

*eyes Arradir suspiciously*  …Anything precious I give you is liable to disappear down that shameless gullet of yours. 

Knowing that in advance: 

Would you care for some rough spessartite? It’s not cursed, though I dare say eating too many of them will give you indigestion.

Hopefully that will keep you out of my forge for a while.

[songofthevoid] ✧ melkor / mbelekhuruz (the name I specifically use for my melkor >)

The smith laughs, a rich and rolling sound. 

“Master, you tease me! Truly now, what is it you wish for? All that I make is yours, my skills are at your beck and call! If you wished for a new present, you had only to ask…”

“Here. For you o Mighty One:  a gauntlet lined in softest leather and fur, hard as diamond, with claws that never dull. If the mithril pleases you not, I can have it plated in gold, or rubies, or blackened steel if that is your desire! Whatever you want, for your perfect hands– it is yours, my pleasure to make.”

He kneels to present his gift, eyes full of love. Then he chuckles again, as if recalling a joke. 

“…’Corrupt’ you indeed! Oh, you have a strange sense of humor my lord.” 

dorwinionwine:

middle earth meme » battles

1. DAGOR BRAGOLLACH  Then suddenly Morgoth sent forth great rivers of flame that ran down swifter than Balrogs from Thangorodrim, and poured over all the plain; and the Mountains of Iron belched forth fires of many poisonous hues, and the fume of them stank upon the air, and was deadly… Thus began the fourth of the great battles, Dagor Bragollach, the Battle of Sudden Flame.

In the front of that fire came Glaurung the golden, father of dragons, in his full might; and in his train were Balrogs, and behind them came the black armies of the Orcs in multitudes such as the Noldor had never before seen or imagined. And they assaulted the fortresses of the Noldor, and broke the leaguer about Angband, and slew wherever they found them the Noldor and their allies, Grey-elves and Men. Many of the stoutest of the foes of Morgoth were destroyed in the first days of that war, bewildered and dispersed and unable to muster their strength. War ceased not wholly ever again in Beleriand; but the Battle of Sudden Flame is held to have ended with the coming of spring, when the onslaught of Morgoth grew less.

Source: dorwinionwine

“A jewel need not clad itself in lesser gems to be called fair– and thou art fair indeed, Beruthiel. So I must find some more subtle way to tempt thee… 

In this vial thou wilt find a most intoxicating perfume; its breath is the breath of a temple, drowned in incense and the smoke of resinous wood. No musk nor ambergris, no scent of animal or ocean touched this bottle, only that which is dry and clean. Its wetness is but a drop of something sweet and red, like a liquor of cherries. 

Those who would seek thy favor it attracts, drawing them like bees to nectar, and those who would do thee harm it repels, as smoke disperses flies. 

Beware, my lady– those who draw too near will discover its secret heart: a slow poison, more lethal than a viper’s bite. It unveils the true intentions of those nearest, but it is most deadly to those who love thee, or whom thou lovest. 

Wear it only if thou art assured of thy own perfect heartlessness.”   

✧ for Lin. c:

*Sighs the deepest of sighs*

“…Once again, Lindethiel, YOU WORK FOR ME. By far your most useful asset lies is the fact that as an elf, you remain uncorrupted, and are doing me favors of your own free will. I need you to stay that way. I like you that way.

It is baffling to me that you would ASK for… you know what? Fine. 

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It’s a table.

Its function is that of a table. 

Its curse is that people will see this table, and know it is yours, and they will pass judgement on you accordingly. 

Also its accompanying set of chairs are disastrously uncomfortable. THIS TOO SHALL BE YOUR CURSE. As I’m starting to suspect that you are mine…”

✧ (Greed is a very real thing)

“I am flattered that you believe me capable of corrupting you, what with us both having the same tricks up our sleeves…

Still, true control hinges not on brute force, but knowledge of the opponent’s desires.

I know what you want, and it is not more rings or dainty jewels for your already laden fingers. You want something more expensive, something exclusive… something I am not inclined to give, except at the highest price. 

My gift to you is a trade:

 The day you relinquish your Ring to my hand, and place your beating, mortal heart in this box, is the day I will love you– truly, and forever. I will adore you as my foremost treasure and keep you with me for the rest of my days. This I swear. 

But until then, it is only an empty box, and a promise. Do with it what you will.”   

“For you, Gold-Cleaver, a golden flute, carved from the leg bone of a nameless murderer, long ago put to death for his crimes.

It has a sound like no other, irresistible to the houseless, troubled dead and all manner of godless creature born in the dark before the Sun. Play upon this flute, and you will pacify their fury, tame their furious claws and ghostly fingers, and for a moment, they will forget their hunger for the living. 

But only for a moment. Cease to play, and you will find yourself again at their mercy– you will have the undivided attention of every savage, howling spirit and monster in seven leagues, and they will pursue you without end. 

Useful, perhaps, if one needs to soothe a wrothful demon for a time, or draw off a dangerous host from the pursuit of friends, if one is willing to make the sacrifice.” 

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Send me a ✧ to receive your very own piece of corrupting jewelry from Sauron

–Be sure to tell me which character the gift is for! (keep in mind that if you have an OC, it’s hard for me to get specific with your gift if I don’t know much about them)

–Guest appearances by Melkor will include Free Curses upon your house

–If I’ve given you a corrupting present before, that’s fine! Cursed jewelry is stackable. 

–No returns or exchanges, all Faustian contracts are binding.  

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