I WILL BE HONEST WITH YOU, I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS MANY PIZZA FLAVORS RIGHT OFF THE BAT
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING PEPPERONIS WAS NOT IT
…Well that would depend on the lady dragon in question, wouldn’t it?
But why would a dragoness ever choose to wear such a boring guise? Did being a majestic and clever and diamond-scaled furnace with wings lose its savor? “I no longer wish to drive this bejeweled flying war-chariot, I think I shall trade it in for a wheelless cart??”
Please! Help yourself. ❤
Yeee,,, frond I do not do with the Supernaturals, sorry! :’D
But I will go so far as to say there are (probably intentionally on JRRT’s part) a lot of parallels between Paradise Lost and the Silmarillion, and that’s naturally something I’m pretty keen on!
I feel… like it probably depends on the crossover? XD
I haven’t -yet- made a real genre-hopping crossover before, like in the sense of “CRYSTAL GEM AINUR” or “MADMAX AU” or whatever, because, while I realize it’s super fun to try and find appropriate roles for certain characters in new environments, I kinda do enough of that already! Just in the regular Tolkien-verse, and its various extrapolations…
Modern Incarnation AUs are probably the closest I’ve gotten to a crossover (Melkor as an East German Punk Singer and Rad Queer activist coming to San Francisco in the 80′s while Sauron is an ex-military, big-business steel tycoon and stealth leather-community kingpin… that’s my favorite XD).
I’m not averse to crossovers? If you hit me with the right one that seemed like it had a lot of potential for exploring characters in a way that isn’t feasible in their original setting, I might be game? 🙂
UNLESS YOU JUST MEAN “CHARACTER FROM SERIES X COMES OVER AND PLAYS IN SERIES Y”, in which case, go for it! XD
I think you mean Melkor vs. Tulkas and we already know how that turned out
Well, if you want one EXACTLY like Ossë got, there is a loose protocol to follow, the steps of which I will helpfully list here:
Step One: Have gills.
Step Two: Introduce yourself
Step Three: Ask nicely.
Step Four: *MANDATORY* Make sure Ossë is watching.
Speak you of Húrin?
He, though a man and therefore the least of speaking creatures, had something within the shut locker of his mind that was of value to me. Not with boon nor fear nor threat of pain to his surviving house could I wrest that secret from him.
…And in the end this was indeed of little import. Gondolin fell, and the Kings of the Noldor fell, and all my enemies save one were conquered and scattered to the winds.
But this ‘mortal prisoner’ had much to say in my presence; let it not be said he he was craven, or that his boldness was lacking. Nay, let us speak of it! He, whelp of Eru, weak, third-coming mortal, spoke to me with a child’s rhetoric, spoke as though he had knowledge of what lies beyond the walls of the world and what comes after death. He quoth to me the nursery rhymes of my kin the Valar as if they would protect him. He dared recall the chains I wore in Aman. He dared much…
And so I set before him a demonstration of how much this Valar thrall, this Mighty Fallen, this spent fire with no hold on men, can do to those beneath him when his mind alone is bent on them.
“Oh! Pardon, milady, I did not realize I had company so early…” the stranger tucked his hands into the sleeves of his robe and made a short bow.
“It’s been a season since my introduction at the Midsummer banquet– my travels have made me scarce lately, and no doubt there are many who are wondering exactly who this odd Vanyar fellow mucking about in the forges is! I am a teacher here, by leave of Lord Tyelperinquar– with whom I am meant to be meeting today, in his forge, where we shall begin our lesson. Which is why you find me here, ah, unaccompanied… ” He laughed, warm and slightly sheepish.
“I promise you, I am no burglar. My name is Annatar, called Aulendil. I had to see with my own eyes the great university I’d heard tell of. I know of no other place on earth but Eregion where so much knowledge and talent can be shared between so many; elf, dwarrow, and man alike! Ah, you see, I am already quite in love with this kingdom, my words are agush, do forgive me. What might your name be, dear lady?”
@peopleofhimring “Oh little one… do you not know where you are? Do you know not to whom you speak?”
“I am bound by enchantment to show you what you desire, but what then? How long do you think I will suffer you to bear that knowledge? Are you Luthien? Will you dance your way out of Angband on swift silver feet? There are no little birds to save you, child.
Perhaps I will tell you the truth, only to empty your brains and fill you with false knowledge of my own design, and send you scurrying home. Perhaps I’ll do no such thing, but you will believe I have, and so tell no one.
Will you know the difference?
There are orcs two thousand strong strung like pearls throughout the mountains of Ladros, waiting in stealth to take the Pass of Anglond.
Now you show me: how quickly canst thou fly?”
~(￣▽￣~) ?
Oh we do know how to flatter, don’t we?
Very well. Since you were silver-tongued about it…. come grab a fistful of the first wonder of the natural world. You can tell your friends about it later, if you make it home alive.
Ah, but it takes a great deal of talent to compress this much spirit into so small a hröa! Think of it as wearing an extremely tight bodice or clingy silk; alluring, no?
I spent a long, long time in the Spring of the world at the size of a mountain, while my beloved could fit in the palm of my hand! We were equally cognizant of who was stronger then as now– even if he were mountainous and I minute, it would be obvious to any Ainu who was, in fact, the greater of the two.
This body I wear now is one I wore when I lived as a prisoner in Aman. It behooved me to pick a size and shape that seemed approachable to the Eldar; one none-threatening and easily underestimated. I grew somewhat accustomed to that shape… it is compact and enjoyable, and even, as I mentioned earlier, sensual, to wear.
There are other benefits to being smaller than my lieutenant. I will let you guess what they are.
Yes, yes we do! Thank you for noticing. We do try our best to Iron Hell and its vast, subterranean prisons running smoothly… Time for a dip!
As you can see, our bathing apparel is both timeless and ideal for all elements.
“Master I wish you’d take the crown off while bathing…”
You’re a funny maia, lieutenant. Crown stays.
“…I’ve also created a variety of music boxes and automata in my time… Take your pick!
It’s a weakness of mine; reproducing natural mechanics with engineered devices. I have quite a collection by now, all gathering dust in my workshop.
The war effort has made it impractical to spend much time on frivolous devices, no matter how fascinating they are to build, or soothing to watch.”
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