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replied to your post “I’m feeling v sick today ;v; ask me questions about Silm ships or…”

Moar chubby elf friend, please?

>w> throwing me a softball, eh? I like it!

– I have more headcanons for Salgant than I have any right to. He’s just one of those characters that you can like, take a leaf-clipping of canon, repot, and grow and entirely new character from in your head. Tolkien wrote exactly enough about Salgant for him to become my favorite NPC in the Silmarillion (which he does not actually appear in). I mean, our one canon-confirmed chubby elf? That is my absolute top priority, thank you.

–I can and will ship him with my other favs because no one on earth has the power to stop me from giving love interests to every fat character.

–Soft lads who are just a little bit craven but have a heart of gold, secretly more clever/resourceful than they look, and are generally disliked by their peers but have a surprising friend in the tall-dark-handsome Loner Boy are my weakness. (*cough*SamwellTarly*cough*)

–I can tell you with absolute certainty that Salgant is hot as hell and has The Best ass and everyone in Gondolin is fucking weak for not admitting it.

–The way he’s described in canon makes me think he handles money. Like, House of the Harp is definitely in charge of banking in Gondolin, and this makes everyone salty and the historians are petty. I want my boy to have a good head for numbers and finance and also pastries and literature.

–HE BABYSITS EÄRENDIL. HE IS BABY EAR’S NANNY. HE READS HIM BOOKS AND TELLS FUNNY STORIES. I’M SCREAMING. THIS IS A REAL THING.

–Maeglin was definitely his first kiss.

Why is Melkor so fond of bees? -elf-and-iron

My lord is fond of sweet things.

(And I am fond of the extra padding they give him ❤) Why? It seems to me what the Foe of the World likes or dislikes is information of little use to your kind. Unless you plan on baiting a trap for him as if he were a wild badger.

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 it 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?

@elf-and-iron

Sauron: what does it look like when you ARE impressed? Since you were singularly unbothered last time.

“Tyelpe, what you’ve done here is incredible! It’s perfect; just how I taught you!”

On the birth of Ancalagon

redsixwing:

You will be unlike anything the world has seen. You will know my name.

You will be a new thing, born to fly, born to fire. You will be a shadow such as the skies have never seen. The pale starlight will shatter on your back, and in your eyes and the hollow of your throat, fire will kindle and live, wild and constrained as the fire beneath the earth. You may unloose it where you wish, my child, for the heat will send you spinning higher into the sky, and you will find the embers and the sound of flame beautiful.

You will be a soaring nightmare, and that will give you certain limitations: your bones blown-glass, your scales flakes of obsidian. You will fly on the breath of volcanoes and ride upon the back of the morning thermal, but you will be unable to rise on your own.
Your legs, alas, must be short; you will struggle, upon the ground, but my child, you will be a terror of the skies.

Some day I will leave this place, and I will forge you of stone and air and fire, all the tools of those who imprisoned me. They will never bind you.

I will never bind you.

You will be unlike anything the world has seen.

You will know my name.

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misbehavingmaiar (I think?) posted a thing the other day that was awesome, and then someone left a prompt for me that resulted in this.

I take no credit for the idea of Ancalagon as basically a tremendous azhdarchid, but I’ve had a lot of fun with it.