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The Watchers at Cirith Ungol– RivkaZ 2017

“…Within the shadow of the gate he saw the Two Watchers. They were like great figures seated upon thrones. Each had three joined bodies, and three heads facing outward, and inward, and across the gateway. The heads had vulture-faces, and on their great knees were laid claw-like hands. They seemed to be carved out of huge blocks of stone, immovable, and yet they were aware: some dreadful spirit of evil vigilance abode in them. They knew and enemy.” –The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien

I took a few artistic liberties with the statues (largely because I didn’t have the description in front of me…whoops) and cheated a bit at the end, but at least I got the idea on paper! I was excited when I came across this passage in my re-read because I’d already done one drawing with Sauron featuring a chimera/griffin motif using Mesopotamian and Mediterranean influences, and the description conjured an immediate visual of some of my favorite mythological beastie statues. 🙂 They were very fun to paint, and I spent far too long on them. 

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outerspacekake
replied to your post “Sauron, this is a bit out of the blue but what would you say if I told…”

………….a sudden desire for a valentine’s costume party thread where sauron is dressed as maleficent gogogo tolkien rpers i must read these shenanigans

I want you to know that I paused my commissions to make your dreams come true 

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“My, what an ~awkward~ situation….” 

Halloween Throwback: Sauron in costume 

my dude! ✧

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((Requested for Oromë))

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*Swallows hastily* 

“My lord Vala. A gift for you– a gesture of peace, that you may remember your children of the forest, the wolves, and look on them without hatred.” 

“Look, if you tell me a character is a smith, I’m going to draw them looking like a human minibus with diamond-hard tree-trunk arms” and WHAM-BAM I can’t help but imagine Fëanor, Curvo and Tyelpë comparing biceps

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A surprise contestant appears, winning the contest and the judges’ hearts:

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Ungoliant Character Designs –RivkaZ 2016

Good ol’ Ungles. For my purposes she’s going to have several forms to choose from, ranging from “Vaguely Humanoid” to “Garage-Sized Death Spider” to “A Vast Screaming Tear In Reality, A Maw Which Opens Into The Void With A Thousand Hungry Eyes, The Devourer of Suns.”  She likes to keep it fresh. 

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Sauron’s Masks: Tol-in-Gaurhoth – War of the Last Alliance– RivkaZ 2017

“There now he brooded in the dark, until he had wrought for himself a new shape; and it was terrible, for his fair semblance had departed forever when he was cast into the abyss"

I wanted to showcase my idea for different battle masks worn by Sauron; one for striking fear in the elves of Sirion, and one to disguise his misshapen visage after the Akallabeth. I thought it would be poetic to see his fair form to wear a fearsome mask while his monstrous form wears a beautiful one; maybe for the sake of vanity, or simply to be recognizable after his imperfect re-embodiment. It seems like something the leaders of the Last Alliance who knew him from before would comment on, while facing him down on the slopes of Orodruin.  

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The Cats of Mordor– RivkaZ 2017

“I fear that to me Siamese cats belong to the fauna of Mordor, but you need not tell the cat breeder that.“― J.R.R. Tolkien, Letter 219

“Moon-Diamond Cats”, the emissary called them; one of seventeen types of auspicious cat that could bring prosperity and luck to their keepers. Six breeding pairs, and one litter of kittens (born during the long voyage over the Encircling Sea), had come on the trading convoy of a great king from lands far to the south east of Harad– a gift to the Lord of Mordor and its vassal states.

“I am more accustomed by far to the company of wolves, but these creatures also are to my liking,” said the Lord of Mordor, and promised they would be treated with utmost hospitality, and that for however many generations the cats chose to make their home in his kingdom, they would be welcome. Gold and iron and scrolls of lore were given in return, many times the weight of the lissome beasts they bought. From then on, cats would live in the grand palaces of Umbar, and as guardians in the Temple of the Giver of Freedom, and even in Barad-dûr at the foot of Sauron himself, for they delighted him. 

And so it was, even after the eastern empire fell, and rose for a time in shadow, and fell once more, the cats of Mordor, who live still in the crumbling gardens at Umbar and run feral in the port cities of South Gondor, have ink-dipped points, and a diamond stain over the bright moons of their eyes. 

Sudden theory about the sinking of Beleriand

misbehavingmaiar:

For use in future projects:

Continents don’t just sink, they’re not floating landmasses; but they can be covered by rising sea levels.

What’s a cause of rising sea levels? Melting glaciers.

Where does Morgoth live? Where all the glaciers are. 

Melkor’s forces are entrenched and burrowed all throughout the Iron Mountains. He’s got the whole north to himself, the reaches of Everlasting Cold; the opposing armies can’t even get past Thangorodrim, let alone get into all the nooks and crannies, the hiding places and secret strongholds that are scattered throughout the mountains. So, the best way to wreck his complete shit all in one pass is to simply melt the icecaps– with the help of Arien or Varda or Aulë or Ulmo or all of them.

The mountains become totally uninhabitable. The orc armies are trapped, buried in avalanches and drowned in mud, or forced to flee South, pushing Melkor’s forces into the waiting armies of the Valar. 

When the great forges flood, they explode catastrophically. The subterranean levels of Angband fill with water.

The flooding doesn’t stop once the war is over; the great thawing of the North can’t be reversed. Melkor was camped out in the highest elevation in Beleriand, everything else is downstream. 

Beleriand doesn’t sink in a day, it takes its time.

Ossiriand doesn’t stand a chance as the seas rise, Doriath is encircled by water and finally submerged;  even the Encircling Mountains and the ruins of Gondolin are eventually swamped, waterlogged, becoming a lake of brown water. 

The weather changes. Mudslides ruin the hills and mountains. The rivers back up and overflow with brackish sea water, killing all the freshwater life. Forests die, are uprooted, and swept away. 

Everything turns to mud and logjams and floating corpses long before it is taken into the sea. 

Elves scramble to save what they can of their history from water damage and mildew, but much is destroyed before it can be carried to safety. And the past seems less and less worth saving, buried in the mud and volcanic ash and grey rain.

The migration east is weary and cold; men and dwarves suffer from the constant wetness in their boots and clothes, while the Eldar suffer unthinkable loss in their souls. The remaining umaiar and Melkor’s creatures slink over the mountains wherever they can, masterless, their fires dulled to dying embers.

It is a long time before the refugees of Beleriand find reason to be joyful again.   

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Update: Sauron is not afraid of hobbits. He was unaware that hobbits existed up until very recently.  he literally did not have time to be afraid of them, they went from a 0 to 100 threat level in twenty seconds. There he was, minding his own business worrying about the usual Elves and Men when suddenly these kids are on his lawn and now he’s dead, like just; 

What did— who– 

did I just get one-shotted by an infant how is this occurring 

misbehavingmaiar:

…Speaking of Werewoofs, I was just thinking;

Sauron probably feels responsible for the annihilation of the werewolves at Tol-en-Gaurhoth. It a massacre, they lost their ancient pack elder and probably whole generations of wolves, and there would have been no way to go back and retrieve the bodies (to bring back to their clan for ritualistic eating, or whatever it is that werewolves do with their dead). 

Sauron does not handle the loss of control well. Defeat is one thing, but when he’s personally lost the reins on something, he… well, goes into the forest to sulk for a year, or holes himself up in a fortress crafts a whole new body made of fuck you.

I can just imagine the delicious soul-rending angst it would cause to have him come across any surviving wolves from the tower while he was busy having a tantrum in Taur nu Fuin… especially if he had to put one down and return it to its pack, like…. he really genuinely loves his woofs, man IF YOU WANT TO SEE A GROWN MAIA CRY, YOU HAVE HIM NURSE A WEREWOLF THROUGH DEATH

FUCK IT NO I MADE MYSELF SAD THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA

So is Melkor like Sauron with his were wolves when he’s with his dragons?

misbehavingmaiar:

Obligatory Caveat: These are headcanons pertaining mostly to Wesleyverse. 


Sauron’s relationship with the werewolves is a working relationship. I think when he’s first sent to besiege Tol Sirion with a bunch of wolfy reserve troops, he’s actually rather resentful.
  
I mean, he’s been working in Angband, at the right hand of a Vala, with his own forge and command of central operations, and suddenly it’s like “GOOD NEWS, YOU’RE BEING PROMOTED TO LORD OF THIS BACKWATER ELF CASTLE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SWAMP! 😀 Here are your new subjects, the wolf-people. Please wear your flea collar at all times.”  
Like, that can’t have felt like a step up in the world. XD 

 I imagine that there were werewolves native to that area anyway, wild ones that had been living there for a long time and just never made themselves a target for elvish extermination. They are a useful resource for Melkor to utilize for the takeover of Tol Sirion because if he can leverage their help, he can move fewer orc troops out of the North. They’re also much faster, scarier, and more maneuverable than orcs, but they require special handling– hence the necessity to put a reliable maia on the job. 
Needless to say, the job, and the werewolves, grow on Sauron/Thû over time, to the point where he’s comfortable taking a wolf shape and running around as part of the pack. …I also think he gets used to having Tol en Gaurhoth as his personal bachelor pad for awhile; just him and the puppies and Thuringwethil and some orcs, holding down the fort, throwing house parties and letting it all hang out. It’s a friendly working relationship; Thû and his wolves are pretty tight and he identifies with woflish things from then on. 

Melkor’s relationship with his dragons is a little different in that they are his actual children. In Wesleyverse!Canon I’ve gone with a very myth-Loki interpretation of Melkor’s creations. He is both father and mother of dragons, made with his unique and slightly unsettling demiurgical reproductive abilities. No, he doesn’t have Eru’s Secret Fire, but he does have his –own– fire, which he has a lot of, an especially in the early days when he felt infinite and invincible, he parceled that out like cheap candy at Halloween to his various monster babies. 
This is similar to how Aulë first made the dwarves as meat puppets before Eru intervened and gave them an independent source of life– but Melkor goes a step further and makes his dragons separate, autonomous entities by giving birth to them, using his own life energy spliced into new bodies made in that kinky way that mythical creatures and gods do by, idunno, eating a pebble or frothing up seafoam or shagging a dinosaur or whatever (DAMNIT LOKI, YOU SET A WEIRD PRECEDENT HERE). 

Anyway, TL;DR: MYTH MAGIC + PARTHENOGENESIS + MELKOR BEING KINKY = DRAGONS and other beautiful monster children.

He adores them and spoils them and treats them like special snowflakes that can do no wrong. I mean, they’re basically shiny, scaly clones of himself, and Melkor LOVES himself. And dragons love THEMSELVES. And they love Melkor. And they all loooove each other– and that’s cuz none of them got enough love in their childhoods. And that’s showbiz. Kid. 

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