
…Sometimes I can still hear his voice…

…Sometimes I can still hear his voice…
“Tilion was a young hunter of the company of Orome, and he had a silver bow. He was a lover of silver, and when he would rest he forsook the woods of Orome and went unto Lorien and lay adream by the pools of Este in the flickering beams of Telperion; and he begged to be given the task of tending ever the last Flower of Silver.” –The Book of Lost Tales
Anon, you had me stumped for a good long time with this one! I had no idea what I thought about Tilion, and was forced to do some research. I have to thank you for making me dig around in HOME to formulate headcanons about him, because it led me down some VERY exciting…. rabbit holes…. >w>
–Tilion is described as being wayward and flighty– he chases the stars around, keeps tailgating Arien and her Sunship, sometimes he spends too long underground, and when he gets too frisky he causes an eclipse…
I can see him scampering around, chasing shiny things, playing with stars and getting distracted, or frightened by shadows, generally having a poor sense of time, and unlike Arien– who sails through the Gates of Night and Morn and travels the Outer Dark, he dives down through the sea to the caverns and grottos beneath Arda. Burrowing, if you will.
His epithet is “the horned” (probably referring to the horns of the moon, but I like taking the literal approach), and he’s also a sleepy boy who spent most of his time in Lorien.
Let’s ask him some questions! 😀


“Certainly! It’s simple: I run, and the moon follows me. If anything comes too near us, I chase it off! I’m very fierce.”

“Hunters must have something to chase, you know! I used to be the prize of Oromë’s Wild Hunt! I have a job now looking after the moon, so I don’t do that anymore. (I think a white hart is the prize these days?)
Don’t worry, they never REALLY caught me. The Wild Hunt all for sport.
…Besides I am very fast and good at jumps and can fly.”

“My wings are bow shaped! It’s like a metaphor for how fast I am! But I don’t shoot anything. I don’t have thumbs and I’m a vegetarian.”
I will have to try it someday! XD It honestly sounds like something I’d enjoy with some potatoes or bread– even with chocolate I’d probably try it.
Today has been educational for me, anon. Thank you!
I don’t have enough Slav Cred to respond to this, in character or otherwise.
(Melkor takes a bite of it anyway and seems to enjoy himself, because of course he does)
Melkor raises his fell hand three times.
“What took so long? How hard is it to find the address on a Giant Volcano Fortress?? Sauron, tip the guy– An ingot? Two ingots? A slab of elf? What’s reasonable do you think?”
Sauron checks the clock. “They were five minutes late, my lord. Their offerings are now forfeit– allow them to escape with their life, and it will be a generous tip indeed.”
“Oh nice” quoth the scourge of Arda, “is the delivery guy forfeit too? Like legally is he considered an appetizer now?”
“I don’t see anything in their policy to say otherwise” replied the lieutenant.
The dark lord looks thrilled. “Well hot diggity dog”
He believes in you

Bold of you to assume he eats pizza
This is hardly a question. Steaks, naturally.
YOU BUILD ME UP AND THEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN
YOU MAKE ME DREAM, AND THEN CRUSH THOSE DREAMS
*sobbing*
Interesting questions!
My thought is ‘no’ to the first one and ‘yes’ to the second, and here’s why:
1) To the best of my knowledge, the only instance we have of one of the Ainur transforming into a non-living entity is Melkor, when he’s hiding from Tulkas in Valinor, “passing from place to place as a cloud in the hills”, as well as later when he’s fleeing from Valinor, where he’s described as becoming a cloud of Darkness. It’s unclear in these passages whether Tolkien means he became a literal cloud, or if this was a metaphorical way of saying he had disembodied from his physical shape and was running around unseen. We know the Ainur can run around unclad and invisible when they want to, and there are many passages which suggest they can appear to mortals as various mists, ghosts, vapors, wind, clouds, etc. (ex. when Saruman is killed at the end of LotR, and frequent descriptions of third-age Sauron appearing as a sort of nebulous dark cloud).
All the other instances I can think of where one of the Ainur willingly transforms into another shape, it is into a living creature of some kind. (IF I’M MISSING SOMETHING, FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME, I’m really curious if there IS an instance of this!)
The best Maiar shapeshifting examples we have in text come from Thû/Sauron when he’s doing his little Tam-Lin stint with Huan, where he conspicuously does NOT turn into a red-hot bar of iron, which I think would have aided him tremendously in that situation. This seems to point back to the idea that Maiar shape-shifting is facilitated by some sort of guise, such as the “wolf-hame” or the skins of other creatures, and furthermore something that is limited by circumstance and the relative power of the Maia (which I’ve talked about at length on this blog before because I’m a fucking Metaphysical Mechanics nerd); it’s not necessarily an easy or limitless ability they have to change shape.
So, either because of restrictions on their abilities or maybe just from lack of creativity, I don’t think Ainur can change into non-living shapes, or at least, none of them have been recorded doing it.
2) HOWEVER: can a Maia be forged into a weapon? In so much as a piece of a Maia’s spirit can be bonded with an inanimate object, yes! We KNOW they can do that much, because of the One Ring; heck, Eöl bonded a piece of his soul to Anglachel and Anguirel, so presumably even elves can do this.
Whether or not someone else could do this TO a Maia is uncertain– in fact, I’m going to go ahead and say they can’t, due to Tolkien’s established laws of free will and the spirit. Even Melkor isn’t capable of entirely wresting a person’s mind or will from them unless they “give” him access to their mind in some way (which is why all of Morgoth & Co are so heavily invested in the material world; because the material world lets you have they physical power over people that you need to persuade them to give you the keys to their mind and spirit.) Same with Glaurung; he needs at least your name to have power over you.
I doubt a Maia, or anything else with a spirit, could be bound to an object permanently unless they did it themselves, or allowed it to be done.
–Now, there’s an interesting and incredibly unsettling THIRD option that you could make a case for, which is that a spirit might be cursed to inhabit an object– if the souls of the Men of the White Mountains who broke their oath to Isildur can be cursed to stay in the world, bound to the Stone of Erech whereupon they swore their oath, then….. who knows? Maybe an oathbreaking Maia might forfeit their shape and power over their spirit and be forced to inhabit an object until the terms of their oath are met? That might make an interesting addition to a story. 😉 Let me know if it happens!
Hope that helps!
~Wes
WAIT, WHAT???
WHAT FIRST AGE RPG IS THIS? WHa– I NEED THIS INFORMATION ANON DON’T DO THIS TO ME BUTTS! SHOW US THE BUTTS
Whoever sent this a million billion years ago, Thank You, You are Precious And Dear To Me, I Live For This Also, Thank You For Appreciating The Soft Elf Son
My friend, I still have no idea which post you mean. If you’d care to come off anon and/or send me a link, I’ll be happy to look at it.
“Great Hells…” he swore, turning over the note quickly to see if it bore a signature, or any indication as to who had left it. Finding it as blank as the box was empty, he heaved a sigh and got down on all fours to better see under tables and the dark spaces beneath the forge. Why did this keep happening??
Whatever it was, he hoped it wasn’t infant dragons again… or worse, geese.
An incredibly feeble-looking orc arrives on the southernmost isle, wheezing and coughing sporadically as he produces a scroll case and begins to read:
My Dearest Madam,
Forgive me if I doubt your sincerity. I would have less trouble believing a brainless stomach with teeth was capable of sympathy than you. I suspect any pain you’re feeling right now might be due to the largely indigestible bitumen and combustable gasses that balrogs are composed of, and should not be mistaken for sentiment.
You didn’t have to mention the scar tissue, but you did, because you are Very Rude– and in doing so you reveal the only genuine worry you possess: that my tender metaphysical flesh is becoming less appetizing with each passing century, and you wish to cut your losses now and devour me before I get any worse.
The peace you offer me would be found in the bottomless reaches of your internal Void, which I have NO interest in experiencing.
GOOD DAY TO YOU.
The Elder King, Rightful Heir of Arda, The Mighty Arising,
~Melkor
P.S. This messenger has been coated in asbestos. Yes, write that down too, Langon, I want her to know–
“– wait, I’ve been coated in WHAT?”