
THAnk

THAnk
Omg, thank you much! :”D
Namo doesn’t make too many appearances in my work but when he does sneak in, I try to write him from a very personal place of pure existential dread. XD

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Once a century or so, I drop a hammer on my foot. It keeps me humble.
THANK U FROND ❤

There are many ways to craft rings (for those of you who can’t shape metal with your mind)!
One simple method is simply to drill a hole in an appropriately sized disc of metal, and mill it out on a lathe until it fits the desired proportions. A bit crude, not much room for artistry, but effective.

Another popular method is to hammer out a strip of metal (yes, for this step and this step only, one might see a smith bent over the anvil with a flatter) and coax it around a die until the ends meet and can be welded together. Welded rings can be very elaborate, set with stones, cut into lovely shapes, but depending on the strength of the bond and the delicacy of the materials, one might sacrifice durability.

And then there is my favorite and arguably the best method: metal casting!
First one carves a model of one’s ring out of wax, making sure to leave in spurs as conduits for the wax to flow out of the mold and the metal to flow in.
Then one encases the wax ring in molding material, secure within a mother-mold. Heating the mold burns out the wax, leaving a hollow inside mold in the shape of your ring. Then it is only a matter of pouring in the desired metals, letting them cool, and then completing the project by sawing off the spurs, filing down the metal, and adding whatever embellishments the design requires.

Naturally, one finished any fired piece by giving it a good pickling in acid and a high polish! Then you teach your friends the process, adding in a pinch of blood magic and sorcery, and murder them when they use your techniques to thwart your plans!
*cough*
In any case, none of the methods above will look like this:

Or this

Or this


Huntsman, wolf-bane: wish you to see the world from the keen eyes of a hawk, taste the fear of your enemies on your palate, run as you’ve only dreamt of running, course game through field and air as you willed it?
Would you speak with your hound again? Would you commune with the god of the woods once more?
In an amulet such as this you’ll find the power of skin changing. Give it your trust, your blood, and nothing will escape you; no arrow outpace you, no scent or secret hide from you, no bonds hold you, nor chains enthrall you– be they of cord, of iron, or of duty. Now when the wild calls you, you may answer with your very bones, and seek freedom with your teeth.

Keep what you love close, safe, protected. Wear this band, let nothing precious escape into the hellish world outside the silver wood. Nothing will be lost to you again, nor leave your side. They will all be yours, bound to your heart strings, struggling.

Ah, you.
For milady I offer this tear-catcher. For every drop contained, a sorrow shall be lifted from your heart, and forgotten. You have too much to remember, too many desires and old griefs burning hot within you– leave them to history and dust, and let each new pain wash away like blood in the rain. There is joy to be had in forgetting; unburden yourself, till you are as happy and careless as a newborn.

“A pendant for you, dear lady; a memento recalling all that is past, lovely, and lost.
May it bring sweet dreams, and ease your melancholy– forever.”

Ah, Tyelpe… Remember you the white lilies that grew in Aman? There are none like them in Middle Earth, not now– but someday, when we have built Valinor on earth, they might bloom beneath white towers and bring hope to the exiled. Do you not want to see them again? Do you want to make that future come to pass? With my gifts and your skill, we will build it together.
Wear this clasp, so our dream will be close to your heart.
ur a sweetpotato (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)
Oh, how dearly I wish thy words were true.
I have no control of what he does of his own will. In matters of war and governance, I may convince him of a course of action using logic and reminders of our goal. At times I have used my own plight as a bargaining piece, but if he agrees not, then I obey.
How wouldst thou serve thy master and beloved?
A picture of two naked Ainur:

I’ll let you be the judge. (✿◡‿◡)ノ
Your wish is my command