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[sotwk]

Trick or treat! 🎃 — @emyn-arnens

SotWK AU Headcanon:

Khamûl, Sauron's Nazgul lieutenant at Dol Guldur, descended from a clan of warlord chieftains in Rhûn. His ancestors considered Thranduil their mortal enemy, an enmity that lasted throughout the Second and Third Ages.

Around Second Age 1550, Prince Thranduil (who travelled extensively around Middle-earth throughout that age) learned about a cruel and merciless campaign of genocide being wrought by an Easterling king on rival tribes in Rhûn.

Although it was Eryn Galen's law back then not to interfere in matters outside their realm, especially involving other races, Thranduil convinced King Oropher to allow him to lead a small unit of volunteer warriors (basically a handful of his close friends) and give military support to those persecuted tribes. This alliance put a swift end to the genocide. The oppressive warlords were soundly defeated, and that most powerful Easterling king was thrown down. His people were left so badly broken that it was believed that the tribe had been wiped out.

But six centuries later, around Second Age 2200, the Easterling king who would later on be known known as Khamûl, began to regain power. The humiliation his ancestors suffered in that tribal war left him deeply bitter and greedy for power, which made him an ideal target for Sauron's seduction. Khamûl and his people agreed to serve Sauron in exchange for power, and received of one of the Nine Rings.

In the Third Age, Khamûl craved revenge against the Elven prince--now Elvenking--who had crushed his ancestors, and was eager for every opportunity to enact violence against the Elves of Mirkwood. In TA 2951, he was sent by Sauron (along with two other Nazgul) to command Dol Guldur. For decades they wreaked havoc on the Mirkwood Elves, but Thranduil's people would not be broken.

On March 15, 3019, during the Battle Under the Trees, Thranduil and Khamûl finally faced each other in combat, in which the Elvenking emerged the victor, so convincingly that no further assaults were attempted on Mirkwood until the fall of Sauron.

Image credit: The Rings of Power: Easterlings of Rhûn

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[lanthanum12]

For your favorite Nazgul (OC or canon): 1, 14, 20, 26: favorite food (Do Nazgul even eat? They sure did once.)

Since I love all nine Nazgul, I will answer for the two canons and all four of my ocs!!

Also on Nazgul eating, there's actually a quote about this from Hammond's and Scull's lotr reader's companion!

[image id: screenshot of text that reads "the Captain. It is probable that the Captain took the one horse that remained (he may have had ‘strength to withdraw it from the flood) and unclad, naked, invisible, rode as swift as he could back to Mordor. At swiftest he could not accomplish that (for his horse at least would need some food and rest, though he needed none) ere November had /end id]

The Captain refers to the Witch King! If we apply this to all of the Nazgul, it means that they at least don't need to eat. They may be able to eat, that is another question. I hold that they can't eat but it's an area of discussion!

Witch King:

1- He's just so cool! A great leader and a ruler of his own kingdom!

14- royalcore

20- Khamul, his husband and bestie! <3

26- Figolla (Made heart shaped ones for Khamul before his Nazgulification when they were courting! While it's an Easter dish, I headcanon that Numenor has a spring festival where it is popular)

Khamul:

1- Such a silly! Obsessed with how he just randomly bribes people for gold, what could be more epic than that!

14- Theatre-core? I don't really know!

20- Witch King, his husband and bestie! <3

26- Bánh bò hấp! (Also makes them as a gift for Witch King!)

Lily:

1- Such a cinnamon roll! I love the contrast with just evil wraiths and than there's Lily who so badly wants to not be evil.

14- Gothic Lolita, for sure!

20- Izawil, Athaen, and Brandir!

26- Not a food, but they loved tea in life. (Particularly herbal teas! They still know how to make them.)

Izawil:

My little linguist gremlin! I love how fierce and intense she is! She will let no one stop her!

14- Dark academia

20- Tala and Lily! Two other ocs of mine! (Who are also Izawil's besties) She would also get along with Feanor, too well...Everyone else would be doomed.

26- Cookies! (Her parents may have stopped her from eating cookies when she was young, but she finds a way to eat them later on)

Naluzir:

1- It took me a bit longer to warm up to him and Xidium, but now I love him! He oozes with chaotic energy!

14- Glam rock

20- Maglor! They can be morally questionable musicians together! (I feel like they would haunt r/vinyl roasting everyone for using bad record players and firmly believe that Melkor says the incorrect plural of vinyl)

26- Anything with salt

Xidium:

1- He's very sweet! I love how much he cares for the other Nazgul and all of Mordor! He will make sure that everyone feels safe and welcome and loved <3

14- dadcore

20- Again, Maglor, they can talk about best methods for dubious family member accusation.

26- Medium rare steak with a garnish of margarine coated asparagus on the left side.

[bastet55]

🍬 and ❄️ for the ask game?

Hello, Nonnie! These are some tough ones, so please pardon the delay. I had to think for a bit. I hope you like Tolkien/Lord of the Rings because both answers ended up related to that. If you're unfamiliar with my LOTR/Silmarillion series, you can find links to them on AO3 via the pinned post on my blog.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Well, this is a bit of a round-about way of somewhat answering your question ... I have thoughts about the Silmarillion as an in-universe document and about prejudices and biases that can slip into an historian's work. (I'm a PhD student who critically analyzes literature as part of her work, so my worlds overlap from time to time.) I also have thoughts about Eol (not an abusive rapist in my verse) and Maeglin (not an all-around creep; see Many Meetings, Ch. 2, and Duty Calls me Back, Ch. 2). And that leads me to some critical analysis of Turgon (not a great king or uncle) and Idril (it's complicated), both of whom would be considered popular, I think.

Not my best job of answering your question, but that's all I have this Friday morning. (It's been a long week.)

*No stones against anyone who doesn't like my character interpretation. There's room for all of us in the Tolkien Fandom. (I have gotten some ridiculous comments in the past on ff.net because of my treatment of Maeglin. *sigh*)

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

So my OC Gloredhel in my LOTR series humiliated Khamul in battle at one point during the War of the Last Alliance, as referenced in Ch. 1 of Scouring the Wild. (I also imagine the Witch King having it in for Glorfindel because of his defeat at the Battle of Fornost.) So, I have this vague plot for an AU story called "And Death Was Her Reward: A Tale of the Angmar War and Its Aftermath" where Gloredhel is captured in battle at some point after the Second Siege of Imladris and taken to Carn Dum as a prisoner. Uh, let's just say dark things occur, and she ends up dying there, and no one knows whether she's at peace or whether the Necromancers in service of the Shadow have bound her as a trapped and restless spirit. And then the plot moves to the Halls of Mandos where she reunites with the Sons of Feanor and she slowly regains her sanity and heals among the dead, and eventually there's a happy ending with her family in Valinor. I have ideas for a few scenes apart from the basic plot threads, but this would get much too dark for what I write, so this will never be written. As to who would write it best, ... outofangband or idrilsscribe, maybe??? I don't know.

[arofili]

Can you please do Angmar/Khamul for 40 from the 50 types of kisses?

ft. Witch-king!Tar-Miriel and nonbinary Khamul :) this one’s probably rated M for spiciness

40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

~~~

If the Master tasted like fire, if her husband had tasted like ash, if she herself had been told she tasted like the bitter salt of the drowning sea, then Khamûl tasted like honeyed poison. They kissed her gently, passing secrets from their tongue to hers, and she lingered on their lips longer than she would with another. Khamûl was beautiful and deadly, a cobra from the east, but she had not expected their kiss to be so sweet.

There were watchers; there were always watchers. Servants underfoot, lordlings simpering for scraps of royal favor, laughing ladies with sharper eyes and ears and minds than they let on. She had been one of them herself, a lifetime ago, and she knew she could not discount them as did their husbands. As had her husband.

And yet: as Khamûl drew back, their eyes glinting beneath their veil, a hunger overtook her that she had not felt in years. These folk knew she was King, knew to fear her. She ought to take her pleasure where she could—and from the smirk on Khamûl’s face, she knew they needed a reminder of her place in the hierarchy of Nazgûl.

Khamûl turned to slink away, but her hand shot out, gripping their wrist and tugging them back. Surprised, Khamûl spun and fell into her lap, choking out a breathy gasp.

The watchers whispered at this brazen display of kingly lust. Let them whisper, she thought, lifting Khamûl’s veil and biting at their lips. She reveled in the sweetness of their mouth, the hint of blood beneath it; she pulled them tight to her, her nails digging into their back; she felt them moan and hiss obscenities to her by the link they shared through their Master’s Rings, even as they rolled their hips in her lap and she felt their hot desire blazing through them.

This was no Númenor where her queenship was ripped from her bloody hands; this was Angmar, where she was King, and she would take what was hers.

[minubell]

If you ship Angmar/Khamul can you draw something or write something short for it? If you don't ship it or don't want to that's totally fine too I don't want to pressure you or anything (I love your tides of war fic btw).

So I'm like the Schrödinger's Cat of romance so uh....enjoy Part II of the Wrong Way to Write, set 1 week after Part 1. Aka the girls are fighting again!

As always, my ask box is open to requests!

The Wrong Way to Write II

Part 1

“What are you doing?”

Khamul pauses, only for the instant it takes for him to recognize the voice, before he resumes his stirring. He does not want anything to settle to the bottom of the pot and burn, after all. That would be a waste, which Khamul found he hates almost as much as their lord does. Almost.

Perhaps, if he ignores him, Angmar will go away.

“I asked you a question, Khamul.”

Or not.

“Oh yes, I heard you,” Khamul replies, forcing his tone light and jovial, never letting his stirring pause. His back is towards the door, though he must have been rather distracted to have not heard Angmar enter the kitchen. After all, Angmar has a tendency of stomping wherever he goes. Usually, it is hard to miss and usually, it is easy to avoid.

“Then why did you not answer me?”

“I thought it was rhetorical, as the answer is obvious; I am cooking.”

“Why?” Angmar asks, which is only the second stupidest question he has asked in the last few moments.

“…Because I am hungry?” Khamul replies. Why else would he be doing this, if not to eat whatever he has created in the end?

“But you do not have to cook for yourself. The goblins can-“

“I have seen the goblins eat one another if they feel particularly peckish. You’ll understand my apprehension to touch anything they have cooked, if you can call it that.” Not to mention that goblins did not seem to care about seasoning or not burning food. Honestly, it was surprising that Angmar put up with their food at all, given his propensity for pickiness. “Besides, I enjoy cooking, as foreign to you as that may seem. I am shocked you even knew where the kitchens were.” Shocked, and irritated since it seems one less place in the tower is now safe from Angmar’s attention. The kitchens can apparently join is own quarters in places that are not sacred, given that only a week ago Angmar had burst into there with equal amounts of discourtesy and quite literally dragged him out of his bed by his foot in order to try to learn how to write properly.

Which he had failed at.

“I am shocked you decided to take up cooking as a hobby,” Angmar comments from the doorway. Why is he still here? “It seems well beneath you.”

Khamul isn’t certain if he should be insulted by that or not. The comment is not quite jaded enough in tone to openly offend. Apparently he ranks highly enough in Angmar’s perceived worldview that labors suck as cooking are beneath him, which Khamul supposes could be a compliment if he squints hard enough at it and does not try to analyze the words too much.

“It is hardly a hobby, as I have done it near every day since I was a child,” Khamul replies idly instead. Perhaps, if he keeps his answers shorter Angmar will grow bored and leave.

“Every day?”

“As often as I eat, so yes. Sometimes even twice or thrice a day, if I find myself particularly hungry.”

“Does our master know you spend so much time each day devoted to frivolous things?” Angmar says, and Khamul can not only hear the smirk in his voice but can practically feel it upon his back.

“Does our lord know about the half-melted pile of scrap metal in your room?” He shoots back, and that is enough to make Angmar hesitate enough to go quiet.

Quiet enough that the only noise between the two of them is the scraping of the wooden spoon against the bottom of the pot.

Good. Perhaps he will take the hint and-

“It just seems strange, that you would grow up within a palace but still be forced make your own meals,” Angmar says, breaking the silence just as quickly as he made it. “Was it to ensure they were not poisoned?”

Damn.

“I did not grow up within a palace,” Khamul murmurs, having little desire to continue down that particular thread of a conversation. He forces the words out, lowers his tone pointedly.

Angmar, as always, drags him right back into that which he least wants to do.

“Some estate then,” Angmar responds flippantly, gratingly and Khamul wants to shake him. Surely, he has to understand his experiences are not universal? He must understand that. “Regardless, I am sure you had servants that could cook for you.”

It is only by biting his own tongue that Khamul manages to avoid yelling.

“Did you need something, Angmar?” He asks instead, forcing his tone to be as neutral as he can possibly bear.

“…No,” Angmar replies, lies, as if Khamul will not see right through the hesitant pause, the pitched up tone. Angmar is a particular sort of bad liar, the kind that is so obvious yet so oblivious in his obviousness. Khamul has met children who are more fluent in the language of deception, and having already endured this foolish, unnecessary conversation it’s enough to make him feel rightfully frustrated and too much to contain

“Then why are you bothering me?” Khamul hisses, spitting the word like a curse as he jerks the wooden spoon out of the pot and slams it upon the table next to him with a crack.

“Do not snap at me, Khamul!”

“Then stop wasting my time,” Khamul snaps, if only to spite him. “Stop pestering me for conversation I clearly do not wish to indulge in. Stop intruding on my space when there is an entire tower full of creatures that you can bully around.” He is tired of this charade of conversation, tired of Angmar specifically. How often did he have to escape to their lord’s workroom, choosing to subject himself to paperwork just to avoid Angmar? “I am busy, Angmar. For once, go bother someone else!”

There is a loud smack as Angmar slams his hand against one of the wooden tables by the door.

“Fine,” Angmar snarls venomously from somewhere behind him. “I’ll find someone else to help me.”

The door to the kitchen slams shut with such a force the stone archway shakes. It is quickly followed by the angry stomping of boots down the hallway.

Ugh.

Khamul does not know, nor care what Angmar needed help with. Something foolish no doubt. Something that Khamul is certain will only land him in trouble as well if he involves himself in it. It’s far better to distance himself from it. The less he knows, the less he can be punished. Their lord is fair like that, as long as Khamul is honest when he states he does not know anything.

He shoots a frustrated glance towards the door, when his gaze drops towards the table near the door where Angmar was standing. There is something laying on it that was not there before…A scroll? Frowning, Khamul gives the pot a quick stir before darting over to the table to grab the cylindrical scroll and quickly returning to the fire as not to leave the pot unattended.

He unrolls the paper and immediately fumbles the quill that drops out from inside, nearly swatting it into the fire on instinct. He manages to catch it between to fingers by the end of the feather before it is doomed to the flames, however, and sighs before turning his focus to the scroll.

It is blank.

For a moment he wants to be frustrated. He was interrupted and yelled at for what? The damned paper is blank, and a quick turn of his wrist confirmed that yes, it is blank on both sides. Khamul knows their lord hates waste, so the perfectly good scroll will need to be returned to their lord’s workroom. A long trip upstairs awaits him now since Angmar cannot even be bothered to clean up after himself. Oh no, instead he must leave his messes about for others to fix.

Khamul begins to roll the empty scroll back up, and starts to slide the quill back into it when he pauses, noticing something he had not before.

The quill is broken.

Or, rather, at some point it had been broken. It has been repaired somewhat haphazardly with a band of metal that is probably worth more than the quill itself does. The band makes the quill somewhat more awkward to hold now that it is thicker around the middle, and heavier overall than it should be. Moreover, it is clearly not their lord’s work keeping this quill together. The craftsmanship is shoddy, uneven, and bits of the feather have been smoldered as if held too close to the flame while the metal was being cast. Their lord would have a fit if he saw this, both for the wasted metal and for poor quality.

Still, the very familiar quill carries with it an unspoken offer.

“I will help you if you ask it of me.”

…Damn.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Today in Tolkien - September 23

This is the day after the Long-expected Party and, years later, the day that Frodo sets out from Bag End on what he doesn't yet know will become the Quest of the Ring.

The day after the Long-expected Party is a long and tiring one for Frodo. There's all the cleaning-up to do, some last remaining presents to distribute (some with entertaining and pointed messages from Bilbo; there's a large, inquisitive crowd wanting to know where Bilbo has gone, and bunches of people trying to walk off with things that aren't gifts on the basis of "a rumour that the whole household was being distributed free," and the Sackville-Bagginses being unpleasant. And then, in the evening, Gandalf dropping by with a warning not to use the Ring, before leaving the Shire.

Merry Brandybuck helps with a lot of this hassle, which suggests that Merry - unlike Pippin - is of age by the time of the Quest of the Ring, since 16 in hobbit-years would be very young to be managing a lot of this. (I don't see Merry's age mentioned in Appendix B, but Sam's about 34-35 during the Quest of the Ring, and Pippin states in ROTK that he is 29.) Merry also gets one of the better hobbit-lines at this time:

Lobelia, frustrated at finding that Bilbo's will leaving Bag End to Frodo is legitimate and indisputable: "Why didn't you go too? You don't belong here; you're no Baggins - you - you're a Brandybuck!"

"Did you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like," said Frodo, as he shut the door on her.

"It was a compliment," said Merry Brandybuck, "and so, of course, not true."

Shortly after this - before the end of the year - Gandalf becomes aware that "spies of many sorts, even beasts and birds, were gathered round the Shire." It isn't stated whether these are the spies of Sauron or of Saruman, but I think the latter is more likely given a passage from "The Hunt from the Ring" in Unfinished Tales (albeit in relation to events many years earlier) stating that:

Even when it seemed to [Saruman] no longer wise nor profitable to go [to the Shire], he still had spies and servants that went in or kept an eye upon its borders.

It would not be particularly surprising for Saruman to have stepped up this activity, given that it was only the previous year that he first looked into the palantir and was subverted by Sauron.

Seventeen years after the Long-expected Party, this is the day - or evening - that Frodo sets out from Bag End.

The next morning they were busy packing another cart with the remainder of the luggage. Merry took charge of this, and drove off with Fatty (that is, Fredegar Bolger). "Someone must get there and warm the house before you arrive," said Merry. "Well, see you later - the day after tomorrow, if you don't go to sleep on the way!"

Folco [Boffin] went home after lunch, but Pippin remained behind. Frodo was restless and anxious, listening in vain for a sound of Gandalf. He decided to wait until nightfall.

Following afternoon tea, they leave the dishes for Lobelia (an endearing bit of pettiness; she's spent the afternoon being very aggravating) and wait for the evening. After sundown, Frodo hears (but does not see) the Black Rider talking to Gaffer Gamgee (bold mine):

One voice was certainly the old Gaffer's; the other was strange, and somehow unpleasant. He could not make out what it said, but he heard the Gaffer's answers, which were rather shrill. The old man seemed put out.

"No, Mr. Baggins has gone away. Went this morning, and my Sam went with him: anyway all his stuff went. Yes, sold out and gone, I tell'ee. Why? Why's none of my business, or yours. Where to? That ain't no secret. He's moved to Bucklebury or some such place, away down yonder. Yes it is - a tidy way. I've never been so far myself; they're queer folks in Buckland. No, I can't give no message. Goodnight to you!"

It's always entertaining to hear hobbits treat the Nazgul like nuisances (plus, how uninformative a hobbit's idea of "far" is to them!). "The Hunt for the Ring" in Unfinished Tales gives more insight on the Ringwraiths' methods in the Shire:

[The Witch-king] did not know whether the Ring was still in the Shire; and that he had to find out. The Shire was too large for a violent onslaught; he must use as much stealth and as little terror as he could, and yet guard the eastern borders.

Therefore he sent some of the Riders into the Shire, with orders to disperse while traversing it; and of these Khamul (the second-in-command of the Nazgul) was the one to find Hobbiton, where 'Baggins' lived, according to Saruman's papers. [The Nazgul had captured one of Saruman's spies on their way to the Shire.]

...Of Khamul it is said that he was the most ready of all the Nazgul, after the Witch-king, to perceive the presence of the Ring, but also the one whose power was most confused and diminished by daylight.

This clarifies things - if the Nazgul don't know whether the Ring is in the Shire, and they do know that Saruman is looking for it and most likely has agents in and around the Shire as well as near its eastern borders, in Bree, then attacking the Shire openly would be an absolute confirmation to Saruman and to other enemies than the Ring is there, and would therefore be a risk. So they're being subtle until they can verify.

The hobbits, meanwhile, set off from Bag End across the fields, walk for about three hours, have supper, and walk a ways further on before camping. They are now somewhere in the Eastfarthing.

[ttrtru]

A whole bunch of fan art for @masonmerger​ ‘s fic collection “Seductions“. 

So one day @masonmerger​ mentioned what Sauron pairings are out there and so I answered with a whole list of characters I could think of.  Little did I know that they actually wrote fics and drabbles for ALL of them. 

Welp, better draw some fanarts for Sauron interacting with: Aule(kind of), Melkor, Feanor, Finrod, Maedhros, Thuringwethil, Celebrimbor, Tar-Miriel, Ar-Pharazon, Khamul, Smeagol(kind of), Mouth, Olorin, Angmar|Murazor, Bilbo, Manwe, Eonwe and Frodo.

-The “Tumblr doesn’t allow these” stuff are posted here on Dreamwidth(this link is safe to click as the arts are all under the cut with warnings).  Characters are Gothmog, Langon, One Ring and Galadriel. - arts are not in the chronological order - here’s one art as a sample, the rest are below the cut

Yavanna, Aule, Mairon, Melkor

Feanor, Finrod

Maedhros, Thuringwethil

Celebrimbor, Tar-Miriel, Ar-Pharazon

Khamul, art for the Smeagol one with no Smeagol

Mouth of Sauron, Olorin

Angmar|Murazor, Bilbo

Manwe, Eonwe

Frodo

[feynren]

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AuRaugust day 4 - Family

The Ejinn let out a soft sigh and opened his eyes, both glowing pure white with the remains of his old Chaghan heritage. He looked at the face of the Bairon who raised him ever since he lost his mother... And whispered.

"But what if my best isn't good enough?"

The Bairon smiled, gentle and caring, same as he has always been.

"It is good enough for me."

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Woofer with eight legs

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Proč se mnou ještě nikdo neadoptoval Tomia??

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AuRaugust 1 - Scales

“The Ejinn are an elusive bunch. It’s rare to see them and even rarer to find one up close - but what most can tell you is that we ain’t that different. Not... most of us. You know, it’s rare to see a guy from our tribe and Nhaama must really love you if you see one like me. See, these aren’t normal.”

That is what the man wishes he could tell you if you asked. But... he doesn’t. Instead he looks away and stares at the distant horizon of the Azim Steppe, one hand rubbing along the curious scales of his upper arm.

“They call me a fish. I... see why, but it still hurts, y’know? I ain’t a fish. I ain’t an animal to be caught in a net. I ain’t just something to be kept on display like an exotic pet. I’m a Xaela just like them.”

Hearing those you ask - “Have you ever wished to change them?”

And he answers within a heartbeat, with no hesitation.

“I always have.”

@/auraugust​

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[easterlingwanderer]

A thank-you note is delivered to the Wanderer. "Rahal- Thank you very much for your thoughtful gift. I must admit I am not entirely certain of the protocol for how one responds to such a present, but I assure you that I am very flattered and appreciative. Though I have yet to actually try it, the instructional booklet included has certainly been enlightening, and I am intrigued as to how you even managed to create such a device. Sincerely, Khamûl"

The man smiles, delighted at receiving the answer. He read it twice and puts it together with the other notes Khamul sent him, in a special little wooden box, before starting to write a reply."Khamul, I am very glad you liked it. I hoped you would even if it is... unconventional. I enchant these myself. If you want, I could show you?Signed, Rahal.