#Maiar of Mandos

[annatars-nine-rings]

Art Commissions of my Tolkien OC's Manó and Aratacáno, Maiar of Námo and the Blue Istari done for me by the wonderful: @liusia-piu

[blue-istari-stars-of-the-south]

Tûl Harar WIP: Arrival of the Blue Istari

Just a WIP I am working on involving Manó and Aratacáno, and a few of my other OC's. Princess Fisrah of Tûl Harad, a city in Far Harad, helps her father in the welcoming of two strangers.

From high atop her throne that sat just to the left of her father’s even more grandiose one, Princess Fisrah watched the two men approach. They seemed to be a duo of peasant merchants, with their plain clothing and walking sticks, and the princess sniffed at them in contempt. The princess placed her decorated hands demurely in her lap as she only half-listened to the proceedings. Rings and gems glittered and made a gentle tinkling sound as she made the slightest movement. Sumptuous silk made a soft hissing with the adjusting of an arm or the crossing of a leg. A long, dark braid decorated with expensive baubles sat over a slender shoulder.

Normally, it was her brother Hadhokor who would take part in these sorts of things, him being the first born male by their father. But he was away now, fighting in some skirmish. But her father had seen fit to have Fisrah sit in Hadhokor’s place, telling the princess to take leave of her ladies and their gossiping.

“Strangers from the North,” she heard her father, the Lord Azhab, say with a sneer and a wave of a hand. “Why should I welcome you? Do you wish to bring the Elvish war upon us all? Don’t think that we are deaf to the rumors here in my court. There may be a huge distance between our lands, but word travels fast, especially in the caravans. My people have no need for more wars or for shedding blood. They’ve seen enough of that already.”

One of the two “merchants” stepped forward, the taller of the pair, a reddish tint coloring the silvery locks (his looks almost attractive, even, in Fisrah’s opinion), and he spoke, bowing politely to those assembled:

”You couldn’t be farther from the truth, your eminence. We are but humble tradesmen, my friend and I. We wish no trouble on your citizenry”

Fisrah took note of how her father analyzed the man’s words, his eyes cold and shrewd, sitting forward in his chair and rubbing his bearded chin in thought:

“I see. But how do in know that you’re just not trying to trick me with your silver tongue? And your silent friend. What has he to say about all of this? Or have you instead come to my city to kill me and steal my authority?”

The other man’s head popped up then, and Fisrah could almost believe that she saw a flash of anger there on the ageless Elven features. Though the two seemed to be old men clutching tightly to walking sticks, there was something to them that she could not name. She had never seen one of the Elven folk before, only heard the tales, but Fisrah supposed that this is what they must look like.

Who are these men who claim themselves mere merchants?

”Shall I have my guards search you and throw you into the dungeons to let your flesh be torn apart by my tigers for speaking such treasons?”

Flinching at the image conjured up in her mind, Fisrah idly pushed it from her head. She had better things to consider, places to be, other than such horrid and unnecessarily bloody events. How she detested talk like that!

Tension hung in the air then, staring daggers, neither saying anything to the other. 

It was then, that the princess shifted in her seat, moving gracefully to whisper in her father’s ear in a sweetened tone:

”Father, these men are tired, having clearly traveled from afar. Perhaps we might offer some food and shelter? It is obvious they mean no harm.”

Letting out a huff, the Lord Azhab finally sat back, his arms across his chest. It seemed to her that he did take heed of her words, thinking them over before giving his reply to the two men.

”I’ve heard quite enough from you.” Lord Azhab spat, “Not enough from your friend however. I shall like to hear what he has to say as well. I command it.”

Giving another small bow, the man moved aside, giving room to the other stranger. The princess saw how the silent one slowly hobbled forward, his gaze stern and unyielding as that of his fellow merchant (if that was what they truly were). It was like staring straight into the gaze of the Great Judge himself, having one’s very soul on display.

The princess could not suppress the shiver that slid up the length of her spine, swallowing hard. It was far from a cold day, and yet it felt like an icy wind blew right through the room. 

A group of armed soldiers stepped up, hands on their swords and ready to defend their lord. As if mesmerized, Lord Azhab waved them to step back.

What threat is an old and feeble man, in anycase?

Opening his hands in a friendly gesture, the silent one did finally speak:

”My good and mighty Lord of Tûl Harar, we two are bringers of peace. That is all. We bring no weapons or any enemies trailing behind after us. Nor do we have any dubious connections with the Northern forces from Gondor or otherwise. Let us go free, and we will trouble you no more.”

The man’s words took hold of them then, grabbing their attention and not letting go. Even Fisrah tried to fight it, but in the end had to relent to whatever spell was woven by this strange man who wasn’t just a man. And suddenly, the pair became tall and majestic as any king surrounded by subjects, ready to put out a hand and speak an order to them. 

“You…what power do you have that gives you the right to speak to me like that??” Azhab said, standing from his seat, hands clenched at his sides. 

A hush filled the room, as there was no response. Fisrah brought a hand to her mouth, letting out a soft gasp.

Yes, that was what they were. Spies. They obviously wanted to steal the wealth from her father and cast them out onto the street.

“Spies, then. That is what you are. Spies, and snoops.”

Turning, the lord quietly spoke to a man to stood off to the side, head lowered in respect. When Azhab turned back, he sneered:

“We will show you how we deal with spies, in Tûl Harar.”

[sesamenom]

random emo band being invited to formal dinner at the tirion palace because they're the crown prince's son's favorite band

[ainurweek]

Announcing the prompts for Ainur Week 2024 (September 1 to 9)!

We have two sets of prompts this year: daily character prompts, and general prompts that don't apply to a particular day. You can mix and match the prompts, or focus on one set if you prefer!

Thank you @cilil for the suggestion of creating general prompts! 💜

Any questions? Feel free to send an ask!

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

"What wouldst thou have more? Dost thou desire all the world for thy belly? I did not vow to give thee that. I am its Lord." ��� Morgoth, The Silmarillion

"Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains." – Mandos, The Silmarillion

"Their swords and their counsels shall have two edges." – Melian, The Silmarillion

"Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea." – Ulmo (through Tuor), The Silmarillion

"That is a small price for so great a treachery. So shall it surely be. Say on!" – Sauron, The Silmarillion

"Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter." – Gandalf, The Silmarillion

"Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends." – Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring

"So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." – Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring.

"You have grown, Halfling. Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. You have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt to your mercy. I hate it and you! Well, I go and I will trouble you no more. But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You will have neither. But that is not my doing. I merely foretell." – Saruman, The Return of the King

"Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world." – Morgoth, The Children of Hurin

"Fool of a Took! This is a serious journey, not a hobbit walking-party. Throw yourself in next time, and then you will be no further nuisance." – Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring

[velvet4510]

Olórin served Nienna, Manwë, Varda, and Irmo.

Curumo served Aulë.

Aiwendil served Yavanna.

Alatar served Oromë.

Tolkien never mentioned Pallando’s master/mistress.

[tolkien-povs]

Due to personal reasons, I will be publishing a fic on Mairon giving pieces of advice to really anyone when he comes out of his room and socialises, which is a rare occurrence.

I would not advise you to partake in any of his advices unless you have a lawyer with an ∞% success rate -- essentially, God should be your lawyer if you follow up with Mairon's advice.

This fic will be published (hopefully) within a few days on AO3, and I will link it in a reblog of this post.

[naarisz]

Melian :)

[valardynasty]

Nienna and the Fëanturi

"Mon interprétation de la fratrie des Fëanturi Námo et Irmò, et leur sœur Nienna."

Námo plus connu sous le nom de Mandos, grand juge et gardien des morts. Irmò plus connu sous le nom de Lòrien, dieu des rêves et des visions et Nienna, celle qui pleure, déesse de la compassion.

[the-lady-auri]

Finished commission for @saurons-flaming-eye of their lovely maia oc. I had fun drawing this one!

As of this post, my commission queue is now empty, so please see pinned if interested in a commission

[annatars-nine-rings]

Maybe some Manó and Aratacáno Valentines Day stuff

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

For your request event ~ how about this soft prompt

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

With Námo x Reader? They're super surprised that the Doomsman got them flowers and honestly he's so awkward and kinda a mess because he's not very good with emotions<3

“The bouquet” 

Pairing: Námo x fem. reader (Maia / Second Person POV)

Themes: Soft 

Warnings: None 

Summary: The Doomsman brings a gift for you.

Word count: 700 words

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

The world was all gold when Námo wandered outside his halls. The new light, the golden one, fashioned to bring light and warmth, hung high in the sky. He blinked and looked away. Námo was not used to the light. He had spent far too much time in the halls and had grown far too used to the soothing light of the stars and the Two Trees. This new light, the one that brought morning, would take a lot of getting used to.

He wandered still, taking in the world around him. So much had changed after the chaos that followed the destruction of the Two Trees. There were Maiar everywhere, armed and armored. Oromë's hounds and his aided them. The fact that such measures were needed was tragic. They were the Ainur. No one should have been able to attack them where they were the strongest, yet it still happened. Ungoliant should have been dealt with ages ago before she grew powerful, but Manwë chose mercy. He did not just show mercy to her; he showed mercy to his brother as well. The result of that mercy was the destruction of the Two Trees and the first kinslaying.

Námo shook his head. Now was not the time for dark thoughts and apportioning blame. The day was too beautiful for that. He was meeting you after a long while. His duties kept him away, and he looked forward to seeing you again. That was not all. He wanted to give you something but had no idea what it should be. Námo could deliberate on the fate awaiting fëar in moments and pronounce the doom of others in the blink of an eye. But when it came to this, a gift worthy of you, he was at a loss.

Námo looked around, hoping something would inspire him. He did not stop until he came across a meadow. The air was sweet with the scent of wildflowers and roses and daisies. He remembered the talk amongst the Valier, how they loved receiving flowers at surprising moments. They considered such gestures sweet and thoughtful. Perhaps you might consider such a gesture touching as well. Námo debated his choices and made one.

You had been seated under the shade of an old oak tree, reading, when he found you. Námo hesitated. He was sure he had chosen wrong. Perhaps you will not like his gift and reject it. Maybe you would be disappointed, but try not to show it. Perhaps...

"My love?" You had seen him looking this way and that, as if dithering. His hand was behind his back. He was hiding something from you. "My love, is everything all right?"

Námo flushed, his pale cheeks turning a deep crimson. It was another aspect of his personality that stunned him. He was the Doomsman, the Judge, and here he was, flustered like an elfling caught with their hand in the sweet jar.

"I..." He inched his way toward you. His tongue had tied itself into knots, and he felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach. "I... I..."

"Goodness." Your book was all but forgotten. You rose, your instincts on high alarm. Had something terrible struck? "My love, what is wrong? Did something happen?"

Námo shook his head, his throat dry. His fana trembled from both anticipation and fear. That shocked him—that he could be fearful.

"Nothing is wrong, my love." Mustering what courage he had left, Námo held out the hand he kept behind his back. "For you."

"Oh." Your hands flew to your mouth, your lips curling into a delighted smile. In his hand was a bouquet of roses, wildflowers, and daisies, all mixed with sweet-smelling wild herbs. Their scent was a delight, and your countenance just softened. "You got me flowers?"

When you reached out and took the blooms out of his hand, Námo let out a sigh of relief he did not realize he was holding in. He looked on anxiously when you brought it closer and took a deep, satisfying whiff. Everything hinged on what you said next.

"These are so beautiful," you murmured. Námo's gift was sincere, and you were deeply touched. You never expected him to think of a gesture like this. He was always formal and proper, and this was a beautiful surprise. "Thank you."

A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up Námo's face.

Tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays @floraroselaughter

[batsyforyou]

How I Think the Valar/Maia Will React to a P90

If unimpressed wasn’t already a common theme before it is now. 

Namo 

Him being a know it all has him unfazed by your interior existence. He merely raised a brow before continuing with his day. I mean it's not everyday one gets to meet the physical embodiment of elven death. So, maybe just be glad he was uninterested. 

Irmo 

Was more concerned about your ears and overall health than anything else. Especially after watching the guns recoil he quickly comes to the conclusion that this has and will screw with your sleep cycle and dreams. Recommends you stop using the gun and offers to help fix your sleep pattern. 

Manwe 

Just don’t use it for anything other than demonstration purposes. Firm and strict about you using the weapon at all. Either way he doesn’t like it very much similarly to Namo he simply raises one measly brow and continues with his day. 

Eonwe

Was interested in the weapon and shocked by the amount of noise it made but is more interested in your ability to fight with a staff or sword. When told about jaffa staff weapons he became particularly more interested in that. Saying something about Mairon/Sauron liking the weapon if he was there. He does some research in finding ways of defending from such weapons just in case Sauron did get wind of the idea. 

Mairon/Sauron

As Eonwe predicted, if and when Sauron gets wind of the idea of both P90s and staff weapons or zats. He is insanely curious and believes that he can replicate it and hopes to implement it against the elves. He does draw inspiration from the original design (if he can get his hands on it) but mostly wings it and uses the idea of the Two Trees generating light to help guide him in creating energy fueled weapons. Though since goblins tend to make the most destructive and cruel devices I think if given enough time, Sauron can totally figure out how to make his own version of these weapons. If Feanor can make three glowing sunlight gems then Sauron can create energy fueled weapons of mass destruction. Thankfully for the scenario and headcanons he doesn’t get to figure out and is defeated by the loss of the One Ring. 

Melkor

He loves the idea. Mass destruction and chaos paired with fire is his entire aesthetic. He did create fire breathing dragons for a reason you know. So he loves it. He just has to figure out how to make it though that's what he has Mairon for. 

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[novemberthecatadmirer]

Imagine what it was like for Námo and his Maiar when first kinslaying happened.

The Trees were dead and everything was crazy and no Ainu knew if they could find new light sources.

The elves belIeved the world to be stable, but Ainur knew better. They made the world and they knew the world could be broken, easily. Now the light was gone and Melkor was loose and there was a Void creature out there

People were worried and scared and a lot of Ainur were having war flashbacks. (They were the only ones that battled Melkor with his full power.)

People were checking the tapestries hoping to find more information but Melkor had ways to hide himself and Ungoliant just could not be shown on tapestry.

Then they felt elves dying and the elves were in pain and so much fear. They thought it was something Melkor did of course he would do that, set up something to kill the Children just for fun

They called for the elves and found out apparently now the Children are killing each other

And some of the spirits refused to leave (and some of them chased after the fleeing Noldor for their ships) so they had to retrieve them and they saw the bodies

When Ainur got killed or hurt it was always different. Sometimes they just unraveled into thoughts. On that day they saw blood drying on the port and intestines spreading out on the sand and dead body floating in water

Osse and Uinen already lost it and were out there sinking Noldor along with their stolen ships. Other Ainur did not know if they should intervene or not (Osse was bad enough but You just do not mess with an angry Uinen

Then Noldor came to the Halls and Teleri started fighting them and it was absolutely chaotic

Both Noldor and Teleri were yelling at Námo and his Maiar

Also lady Miriel was crying her eyes out and the Ainur did not know what to say to comfort her (They liked her a lot!)

Of course Námo would be mad and very terrifying when he informed Noldor of that Doom.

[cilil]

Navëquen

“ You may lie about the past, yet the truth always remains like a shadow upon your fëa ”

Some of you may have already read about Navëquen, a Maia of Námo tasked with upholding law, order and justice, on @edensrose's wonderful Ainur blogs.

After many of you gave positive feedback in regards to OC content on my blog, I decided to compose an info doc to formally introduce Navëquen to you. I hope you'll enjoy learning more about him!

◇ info doc

◇ Navë art by @ela-draws

◇ twin fates, a lovely fic written by @edensrose, featuring Navëquen and his counterpart Vanimóre

◇ a fun little interaction between the two on Vanimóre's blog

◇ a wip of a lovely artwork featuring them by @edensrose

◇ masterlist