Month: August 2017

misbehavingmaiar:

If I had not met Melkor… If he had taken no notice of me, and we had never spoken….

I suppose I would have continued on as I was in the beginning: Admirable-One of Aulë, first of smiths. I would be with him still, perhaps in Valinor, questioning not my duties, working in the Great Forge to complete my father’s designs. 

Perhaps I’d invent things of my own. Perhaps not. Certainly, I would have to do so on my own time, never taking precedence over the work of the group. 

Would I have seen Melkor in chains paraded through the city of bells, and thought it right and just? Would I have met Fëanor? Mahtan, Nerdanel, the great smiths of the Calaquendi? Would I have seen the Two Trees, bathed in their light, mourned for their destruction? 

I’d be no different from a thousand other Maiar, whose stories are not told, whose love has moved no mountains nor made ripples through history. 

Perhaps I’d have been happier, though poorer for it. 

i-gwarth:

sunspotpony:

ranma-official:

omgweatherunderground:

steelplatedhearts:

sourcefieldmix:

good idea: marry a blacksmith so you can get free swords whenever 

Better idea; become a miner and then marry a blacksmith so he can have the required materials for you to get free swords whenever. 

Make a harem and marry a full production chain

Monopolygamy.

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Sauron, do you not like talking about Tyelpe? Surely, you don’t regret what happened? Do you?(I mean two things he seems reluctant to speak of his Tyelpe and Melkor but hey maybe that’s just me?))

misbehavingmaiar:

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OF COURSE I REGRET WHAT HAPPENED. 

We could have made something together, if he’d waited, if he’d trusted me–!

*bites down hard and hisses through teeth*

…No. I do not like speaking of Celebrimbor. I take no pleasure in reliving a moment that was both my greatest triumph and my greatest failure. I wove a lie so convincing I began to believe it myself, and when the web burned I burned with it. 

Do not force me to speak of this again, or I will stitch your tongue to the roof of your craven mouth. 

“I was just a means to an end, wasn’t I? Just a fool for you to trick and manipulate like a brainless twit. It was just a ploy to gain trust when you could barely do so, and I was the only one to fall for the bait. Tell me I’m wrong.”(handxfsilver)

misbehavingmaiar:

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I will not now nor have I ever called you a fool for trusting me. I have more respect for my own disguise than that. I lived that lie for centuries, I know it was perfect. You would had to have powers beyond your ken to suss me out. Even your witch cousin did not suspect me, though she refused my offers. 

Yes. You were a means to an end– but I desired to include you in that end. We could have ruled together, if I had convinced you to abandon the Valar entirely, to help me regain what I’d lost.
A witless pawn would have been useless to me: I wanted an ally. But I needed more time, I needed more power. The war would not be forgotten in the span of a season.  I… rushed the final play. I was concerned that if I waited longer, I would forget my purpose. You had that effect on me. It was powerful. I feared it. 

My fear cost me control of the elven kingdoms and my relationship with you, which I… I valued highly. 

You mentioned once fearing that you thought you would forget your purpose with Celebrimbor. What if you had though? Would you have lived happily in eregion? Or do you think eventually you would have continued with your plan?

misbehavingmaiar:

I have made it a habit not to ask futile questions of the past. 

How long could I have maintained my disguise? Not indefinitely– and so whatever else I may have intended in this hypothetical future, Celebrimbor would have learned my true nature eventually. 

Perhaps I would have revealed it myself. The trust between us might have grown and flourished, until my foolish heart believed it possible he might accept me as I am, all past crimes forgotten. 

…Can you imagine that story having a happy ending? I cannot. Except in dreams.  

How’d the first time go down between you two?

misbehavingmaiar:

I… ought to explain. 

Before the sun and moon, before trees, before the lamps, all the Valar and their attendants gathered to build Arda as they had seen it in the halls of the creator. 
The work was seamless; we knew not tiredness nor hunger, there was no change of light to mark the passage of time, no seasons to break the years of labor. We did not rest; not for eons. 

But every project has its complications, and at some point it became necessary to halt the production of earth’s materials in order to address certain… conflicts of interest. Not all the Valar agreed how best to implement the Theme, and Eru Iluvatar did not always answer their queries, or answer directly. So it was decided: once every seven thousand years there would be a sabbath. Work would cease, and the Ainur would discuss their progress, set new objectives, and refocus their mind and hearts on the glory of the Theme. We called it the Quietus. 

That was the only time a maia like myself could leave aside their tasks and mingle with whosoever we chose. And I suppose this is a matter of history now, but after a time, I chose to spend that time in the presence of Melkor. Many of us did. He was immeasurable, bright, glorious… His notice felt like a beam of sunlight that singles out one flower from a field. The mightiest of the Valar, looking down, picking you out of the many– for an instant you were greater than all others, brighter, warmer, more significant to the universe.

Once, I stood in the palm of his hand and he lifted me to his eyes and said: “I have never seen a maia stronger than you. I would know you even in the Sea of Maiar. You are harder and more beautiful than all the others. Would that you were mine.” 

I loved him so much. I would have done anything for him. 

Would you believe that when I finally did enter his service, leaving everything I had known and abandoning my father’s care for the sake of him, I did not dare speak to him unless he bid me to? I could hardly look directly at him. It felt like an indiscretion. The Valar all have Vala mates– they do not consort with Maiar, save for Melkor, and they loathed him for it. Even we Maiar spoke of the act with distaste, gossiped about it in horror and intrigue. It was blasphemy. We are less than they.  
He had to teach me, with many, long lessons, how to blaspheme. How to touch him without flinching. And oh, I longed to touch before I ever brushed so much as a finger against him… I am lucky that Melkor had the patience in those days to tease me out of my mold, else I might still be as chaste as a new-poured casting. But he has no reservations, my Master; he happily drifted weightless into my arms as soon as he was moved to, let me sink into him like an iron rod into molten glass. I do not even remember where it began. I had him across an anvil, against the pillars of Utumno, knelt before his golden throne, between his legs.  God, how he sang… he was vulgar and sweet and pliant, all the things I was not. All I wanted was to keep him breathless, praising me, his claws on my back, his thighs around my waist, soft and searing, opening for me. I want that still, I will want it forever. 

The world is ash without him. 

elf-and-iron:

misbehavingmaiar:

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Ah, king of the Greenwood. We meet again. 

I note your quaint realm is holding up well amidst the turmoil of this warlike Age…. no thanks to your neighbors, high and proud elves that they are. 

Were I you, I might find myself asking why their kingdoms should be untouched, untraceable, while yours must suffer wear and war. Guards patrol ceaselessly to keep your borders sound, while the strongholds of these others are kept secret and impenetrable… (I know this, for I cannot find them myself! But it does not take a wizard to know that they do exist: there are three missing pieces to a puzzle, and three places left empty on the board that all my scouts and armies cannot fill.)  

Why not yours, Thranduil? Why should not your realm be elevated from the mists of darkness, immune to the ravages of time? Why should you divide your forces always, while these vain lords sally forth to war, homes shielded from harm and intrusion as the old realm of Doriath? Are they greater than you? More worthy? Their kin more precious?

If only you had some power akin to theirs, to even the playing field… a prize that would raise the Greenwood from a rustic realm to a mighty stronghold, equal to the kingdoms of the Elder Days!

Perhaps if you were to go looking quite carefully amidst the ruins of Eregion, you would find something to aid you; something powerful and forgotten. Less perilous is must be than the Great Rings that vanished, if it were left behind! But still potent enough to merit the attention of a king. And are you not wise and strong? Surely your will is more than a match for the wiles of a trinket. 

Wouldn’t it look lovely upon your finger? 

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@elf-and-iron​

Wrong. Wrong and a liar besides; for surely it was no flaw of the Greenwood to note that Galadriel had impenetrable mountains to her back, and potent allies besides. There were other reasons that the forest clad in green and sable could not easily be compared to the silver and gilt.

And yet… And yet there was no benefit to be gained in denying that it was tempting, terribly so. For could he not fight harder with such a power at his fingertips? Could not the spiders be forced to bend the knee at last, and the sun restored to their shadowed places?

So basically the reason Sauron was distracted enough to get his throat chomped is because soft and squishy Lu can in like hey honey lemme whisper in your ear and Sauron went oh no she’s cute?

misbehavingmaiar:

“Do not misunderstand me. I have said this before and I shall say it again: I had every intention of capturing Thingol’s daughter for the purpose of ransoming her against the opening of Doriath. I would even have slain her if it came to that. 

The reason I did not subdue Luthien was because she vanished from my sight, not because I hesitated for her beauty– and after that, I assure you, she was the last thing on my mind. 

I fought, I lost, and she spared no whispers for me except to demand my surrender, her hound’s jaws locked around my throat. I was not thinking of her beauty then either. 

Had Huan not been there to challenge me, had I not moments before held a bloody Drauglin in my lap as he died, it might have been different. But that was not our fate.

…She was unforgettable in many ways; a humiliating lesson against hubris, the first link in a chain that led to my Master’s downfall, a being who knew the true value of immortality, and found it less than the worth of happiness. 
In the end, she got the better of both my Master and Mandos himself– need a Maia be forever embarrassed by his loss? I think not.  

She may not have thought of me again after that night, but I have often thought of her. I am grateful for what she taught me in defeat; humility has made me more cautious, more patient. And I am grateful to have seen her in the flesh, outside of legend and hearsay: not slender as a willow-wand, but round and glowing as the full moon, surrounded by heaven’s night.” 

misbehavingmaiar:

So… who else has a folder just for reference photos of people hanging by one hand/wrist, just curious

What’s fun about Maedhros reference pictures, in my experience, is that they tend to come from one of two places– extreme fitness forums, where you can find people lifting themselves by one hand, but not hanging limply; or from BDSM sites, where you can find people hanging, but by both wrists because suspension bondage people would never let you hang by one wrist because that’s stupid and crazy and you’ll hurt yourself. 

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