ORCA!SAURON 2017 – MisbehavingMaiar: Tumblr Archive

Should Be a Rule Against This

misbehavingmaiar:

“Oouh, can’t I be both concerned for your well-being and wish to further my own interests?” he pouted, a most dejected look on his predatory face. “I remind you that you’re keeping several things on that island that rightfully belong to me. It’s not as if I wish to lay siege the place.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll make you a deal– I will carry you to shore, and what’s more I will accompany you and keep you from harm’s way while you find your wayward pet. In return, you must promise me that you will return what is mine the moment you are able.”

Ossë’s emotions were not well hidden on his Elven face. He looked away to the choppy sea in effort to shield some of his thoughts, but it did little to help disguise the fact he was clearly wrestling with his options.

He needed Sauron’s help; he wouldn’t last on his own for long. But he couldn’t do that to his little spark, either. How could he possibly return to those islands, to their home, and tear away the misfits to return to Mordor? … and in that query he found his answer.

“I cannot make you that promise,” he finally replied, looking back to his Cousin with a furrowed brow. “It is not my island; I will not parley on another’s behalf. Those lands were a gift to Mitsanár. … I can take you there, as long as you give me your honest word that you will treat fairly with him. No tricks, no traps, no threats or attacks.”

“You have it,” he replied with some solemnity, “I am fond of Mitsanár. Moreover, I would not wish to anger him; I have no desire to be nettled unpredictably for the rest of time. Yes, a meeting with him will suffice as payment.”

He dipped beneath the waves briefly and surfaced with an apology to his soaking Cousin; “This would be much more enjoyable if we were swimming together as equals, and I had no fear of you drowning. Why don’t you climb atop my back? We might make better time that way– though I certainly don’t begrudge the sight of you looking like a shipwrecked sailor,” he chuckled. “Which direction do we head?”

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

misbehavingmaiar:

“You did, but I forgive you,” he replied serenely, gently thumping his Cousin’s back to assist the water leaving his lungs. “Lucky for both of us, it wasn’t irreparably damaged. Alas, I can’t say the same for our lovely statue.”

He snickered, the shining black and white planes of his face splitting to reveal a row of pin-like teeth. “Forgive me, but you do so look like a drenched bar mop. I can see why you might be embarrassed for the Oarni to find you like this.”

Sauron rolled lazily onto his back and pulled Ossë atop his broad chest as though it were a raft. “Now, would you like me to deliver you home to that secret island of yours, or would you rather I left you to you own devices, here in the middle of the ocean? I’m sure a helpful merman would find you eventually. Or a shark.”

He rolled his eyes, looking pointedly away from Sauron’s face as he grinned. In another situation, this would have been a great time to push him and swim away, but he had to begrudgingly admit he was in no position to start a spat. His head was throbbing and his throat ached and of all the worst possible people to meet out here, Thû was likely at the top of the bottom of the list.

Still, he wasn’t used to being so small, and he tensed and startled as he was pulled onto his cousin’s broad chest effortlessly. … at least he was warm, which was as comfortable as ever. “Rude,” he scoffed, then closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. “I was actually hoping to make it to the shore proper and find who used my swan to do this to me.”

Sauron hesitated. “To shore might be farther, and less safe for you in this condition.” His tail pumped slowly while he deliberated. “Wouldn’t it be easiest to ask your pet straight away? I assume he lives on the island. You will of course, have to give me directions.”

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

misbehavingmaiar:

He’d forgiven Cousin Ossë for taking advantage of him during his magic-addled state; it had all been harmless fun for those involved, which was as much as one could hope for when it came to Swan wishes. He’d been grateful nothing worse had happened– but that was no reason to forget the matter.

Turnabout was fair play after all, and with the Terror missing from the sea, there was no one forbidding him from using a particular, experimental shape he’d kept in storage since a particular incident involving a cliff face and his spine.

He took a great deal of pleasure in the sight of his Cousin with his cheeks puffed out absurdly, frog-kicking his way clumsily towards the surface.
A few pulses of his tail brought him face-to-face with the mortal Maia, his long teeth bared in a grin that said simply revenge is sweet.

He swam lazily around his Cousin for a few deliciously prolonged seconds, laughing a deep rolling laugh that carried through the water. “You do look silly, Cousin,” he clicked using the strange aquatic syllables of the sea-maiar. “I never thought I’d see you on the receiving end of your pet’s mischief. I have to say, it’s immensely satisfying.” Sauron wasted no more time, but slipped an arm around Ossë’s waist and brought them both to the surface with a few sinuous motions.

Of all the Ainur in all of Arda to find him, of course it was his cousin. It couldn’t be one of his Oarni, too obedient and polite to laugh about his fate. Not even one of his brethren from Valinor, most too kind to truly enjoy his pain. No, it was his arrogant smug cousin in that stupid handsome Orca form. Hadn’t he broken that?

He spared only a glare for Sauron’s taunts, lungs burning and head spinning unpleasantly. As one smooth, strong arm slid around him, he was briefly panicked – what if he didn’t intend to help? He punched in an utterly ineffective and pathetic poke at a mighty pec. What if he used this to his advantage, and–?

But that thought was interrupted in glorious relief as air was back, and he tried to gasp for it but was cut off with a painful cough, body trying just as hard to expel water as it struggled to get air. After several rounds alternating between gasps and choking coughs, he finally got things figured out and settled wearily. Pushing his hair from his face, he warily regarded his cousin who was currently both helping and mocking him simultaneously. “… Did I not smash that body against a cliff last time we met like this?”

“You did, but I forgive you,” he replied serenely, gently thumping his Cousin’s back to assist the water leaving his lungs. “Lucky for both of us, it wasn’t irreparably damaged. Alas, I can’t say the same for our lovely statue.”

He snickered, the shining black and white planes of his face splitting to reveal a row of pin-like teeth. “Forgive me, but you do so look like a drenched bar mop. I can see why you might be embarrassed for the Oarni to find you like this.”

Sauron rolled lazily onto his back and pulled Ossë atop his broad chest as though it were a raft. “Now, would you like me to deliver you home to that secret island of yours, or would you rather I left you to you own devices, here in the middle of the ocean? I’m sure a helpful merman would find you eventually. Or a shark.”

Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

It had been a beautiful day. He had been enjoying a very nice swim, racing with some dolphins who had chased a ship for a time before growing bored of the easy pace. One moment he’d been darting between them, flickering around them, then the next–

The next his fins were gone, tail traded for legs, and the water was freezing. His eyes burned, and his chest felt strange, like a hammer was pounding inside and a fire in his lungs. Realization dawned swiftly and he flailed, kicking and twisting to find the surface and get to it.

His damned swan had made him mortal. Surfacing, he tried to gasp a breath only to be knocked back under with a wave in the confused, choppy sea, and fury made him kick harder to the surface. He was not about to drown.

He’d forgiven Cousin Ossë for taking advantage of him during his magic-addled state; it had all been harmless fun for those involved, which was as much as one could hope for when it came to Swan wishes. He’d been grateful nothing worse had happened– but that was no reason to forget the matter.

Turnabout was fair play after all, and with the Terror missing from the sea, there was no one forbidding him from using a particular, experimental shape he’d kept in storage since a particular incident involving a cliff face and his spine.

He took a great deal of pleasure in the sight of his Cousin with his cheeks puffed out absurdly, frog-kicking his way clumsily towards the surface.
A few pulses of his tail brought him face-to-face with the mortal Maia, his long teeth bared in a grin that said simply revenge is sweet.

He swam lazily around his Cousin for a few deliciously prolonged seconds, laughing a deep rolling laugh that carried through the water. “You do look silly, Cousin,” he clicked using the strange aquatic syllables of the sea-maiar. “I never thought I’d see you on the receiving end of your pet’s mischief. I have to say, it’s immensely satisfying.” Sauron wasted no more time, but slipped an arm around Ossë’s waist and brought them both to the surface with a few sinuous motions.