melkor has two moods its either no you shut the fuck up dad! or something inconvenient happened, guess i live here now and there is no inbetween
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I hate it when I accidentally call Sauron.
what do you mean this isn’t how it happened?
I have a fantasy where you are wearing — this rough rope is restraining your every movement, to the point that turning your neck towards me requires effort. You’re also gagged and you’re wearing nothing else, really, because you do not deserve it, do you? You filthy creature. You don’t really, so you’re naked and tied down and this is where my fantasy reaches its climax: I put my foot, my bare foot, to your muscled shoulder… and I push. And you fall into the sea, for Osse to dispose of :’)


Beautiful mane I’m the lion
Beautiful man I know you’re lying
I am not broken, I’m not crying, I’m not crying
You ain’t trying hard enough

Art trade with tosquinha – Sauron in Númenor (sorry for the gore)
This was not what I had originally planned, but this is what happened.

THAT’S IT: I refuse to let anyone take this topic seriously ever again.
The final draft of this scene was lost amid professor Tolkien’s notes, but I alone have unearthed this entirely authentic account of the Third Kinslaying.
It involves a dark secret known only to few: the Silmaril possessed by Elwing was indeed rescued by a bird, but the bird in question was none other than nature’s most majestic creature, the Blue Footed Booby. The incident was so embarrassing that the Fëanorians and the Sindar Princess put aside their differences and agreed never to speak of it again.
The Silmaril given to Earendil was actually a 40 watt lightbulb. Elwing took a jet ski to meet her husband. Melkor was savaged by a pack of hungry seagulls and the technology to make french fries was lost. Elrond and Elros spent the remainder of the war in summer camp, learning birdcalls. The booby flew south, where it is lost to history.
All present on the beach that day swore a solemn oath to never reveal the secret fate of the Silmaril, on pain of mockery.
Now that you know the most canonical, most complete account of this story, delivered with absolute objectivity, I hereby declare “wab” to be the only valid response to any and all Discourse involving the last kinslaying, or the relative morality of elves in the First Age.
Wab

–I mean it. I’m watching you.
❤ (you had to know I would send one)

I LITERALLY CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED
I AM 0% CALM





