#Mairien

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[cilil]

Crossroads of the Fallen King: The Sundelions of Arien

❁ Verse: Silmarillion x Legend of Zelda Totk/BotW ❁ Pairing: Mairon x Arien ❁ Synopsis: Mairon has a favour to ask of his former lover. ❁ Warnings: / ❁ Oneshot (~1.4k) | SWG

AN: Here's my contribution to the Crossroads of the Fallen King challenge! This oneshot takes place in my TotK/BotW AU and deals with the Sundelions, Arien as their caretaker and the key role they play in healing wounds dealt by Void creatures like Ungoliant and her spiders. For a more detailed explanation, see the end notes down below.

"Arien."

The sound of Mairon's voice is pleasant as always, and she listens before she knows it, ignoring the dread and anger welling up within her chest. Many times has Arien imagined what it will be like when he finally  decides to show his face again, how she will confront him for his betrayal, how she will be wiser and not let him fool her ever again. 

She doesn't have to look at him. She knows he's standing there, smiling as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't broken her heart. 

And she knows that these days he only comes to see her if he wants something. 

Arien has no patience for it. 

"What do you want?" she asks as coldly as she can and refuses to face him. Stubbornly, she keeps her gaze on the black and golden flowers she's tending to for her lady, the miraculous Sundelions that can produce the only known cure to the Void's Gloom; and suddenly she has an idea why her former lover chose to appear in a domain where he's not welcome. 

The fact that Mairon was able to reach her without being seen or detected worries her, though less for her sake and more for the Maiar of Vána and Yavanna who cannot match his fell fire. 

He has taken a step closer, and Arien feels an uncomfortable heat surging through her veins. Is it his gaze on her that she feels, she wonders, or is he already looking at his prize. 

She caresses the Sundelions' fragile petals as if in reassurance, and she knows his eyes follow her movements. 

"Look at me." 

Mairon's request, uttered softly and without the edge of command that so often accompanies his speech, startles Arien so much that she does. She sees the same face she knew many years ago, yet marred by a blackened wound across his left cheek, as if struck by a poisoned blade. Similar wounds are on his neck, chest, arms and hands, and pity overcomes her before she knows it. 

"What happened to you?" she gasps and rushes to his side. "Did the Dark One...?" 

For a moment Arien hopes that he will answer yes. If it was Melkor who hurt him, maybe he would finally see the error of his ways and come back to her. But as quickly as that thought has crossed her mind, she begins to abhor it. She knows well how dangerous the Dark Vala can be and doesn't want her fiery kin, fallen as they all may be, to face the wrath of his freezing storm. 

"No. I was hurt while fighting monsters from the Void; with his help, if I may add," Mairon says, holding up his hands and looking at his damaged palms. 

Arien takes his hands into hers. He remains eerily calm and composed, and the lack of any wincing or flinching makes her hope he isn't in too much pain. 

"Are you sure this is what happened?" she asks gently. "Are you sure you are not blaming something else to cover for him?" 

"He hasn't hurt me and would never do so. It is as I said." 

There is no anger in Mairon's voice, but his tone is firm. Arien isn't sure if she should admire his conviction or think him a fool for trusting and defending Melkor. 

And even if he didn't hurt him himself, he let him get hurt, she thinks, nodding to herself as if to reassure her conscience that the Dark Vala is indeed to blame for this mishap as well. 

Gingerly, she examines his wounds and finds that Mairon hasn't lied to her. Injuries from Void creatures have unfortunately become more common in recent times, prompting her lady Estë to instruct her Maiar accordingly and request a steady supply of Sundelions. The pervasive decay infesting their once thought unbreakable weapons must cause him as much ire and stress as his former lord Aulë, she muses. 

"You want me to heal you," she says. It's not a question; she is certain that she knows the reason for his visit now. At least he was wise enough to come alone and not bring his miserable master with him. 

"Ah, you don't have to." Mairon looks up at her, an amicable smile on his lips. "A few of these lovely flowers would already suffice. I can handle the rest myself; after all it would be rude of me to ask for too much from you." 

His words seem fair, his voice is smooth. It's all so perfectly easy and reasonable that Arien pauses, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Why would he not take the freely given help of a Maia serving both Vána and Estë, he who has never been a healer. 

Unless... There is a reason why he wants to take the flowers himself. 

"Is your lord hurt as well?" Arien asks sharply. 

There is a flash of something unreadable in Mairon's eyes, gone before she can see it for what it is. 

"Of course not, why do you ask?" He laughs lightly. Too calm, too serene. It doesn't ease Arien's worries in the slightest. "You would not feel very inclined to help him if it were the case, no?"

"Are you lying to me because it is in fact the case and you want to use my compassion for you to take my flowers so you can help him?" 

At last mild annoyance clouds Mairon's fair features, and the ancient familiarity of seeing him thus makes it strangely comforting. Endearing even. Yet Arien keeps her guard up while trying to glimpse past his. 

"You have seen for yourself that I am wounded as I told you," he says. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards again as if to regain his smile, but it's more akin to a haughty smirk this time. 

Arien finds a strange sort of pleasure in breaking through Mairon's barriers and ripping off his carefully crafted masks, even if what she finds is less fair than the faces she remembers. 

"It is not like I fail to understand the thought," he continues, "deny me in order to deny Melkor, just in case. That is certainly something he would think to do to spite former lovers as well." 

Her own control slips, her hands sizzling against his as her fána heats up. To imply that she would stoop to Melkor's level — and yet, even though Arien knows full well the intent behind such a well-placed comment, she cannot deny that Mairon has a point. 

"We wouldn't have that problem if you just agreed to let me heal you instead," she snaps. 

"Perhaps, though I did tell you why I didn't feel it was appropriate of me to ask for that." Mairon has regained his calm, controlled composure with infuriating professionalism. 

It's not the first time that Arien has wondered if speaking to her is some sort of task or game for him that he completes with the same excellence as his other work. 

"You are going to come with me," she orders, still fuming. "We will go to my house and I will heal you properly and you will stay as long as it takes."

"If that is your wish, I shall." 

Mairon's smile is as bright as Arien's fury. She lets go of his hands and links their arms; he knows the way to her house, yet she feels the need to hold on to him lest he slip away too soon. At least his wounds will make him stay with her for a while, even if his powers and strange new magic seems to be mostly unscathed and only his fána is damaged. 

There is a strange sort of triumph in taking her wayward former lover home. She even begins to enjoy herself once she takes a few Sundelions to brew a healing potion, applying it to every inch of blackened skin and adding a few spoons to a bowl of hot soup that she feeds him. 

Thus absorbed in this brief moment of reconciliation with the Maia she once wished to spend eternity with, Arien remains blissfully unaware of the shadow that comes over her meadows at night, cruelly rips out a handful of her beloved flowers and disappears with his prey. 

End notes: In Zelda TotK, Sundelions are a plant ingredient used to cook healing items that can restore damaged caused by Gloom, an evil and harmful substance that essentially drains the life of its victims. It causes decay in weapons and permanently reduces Link's health, making him unable to heal himself fully until he can get rid of the Gloom damage. I felt like Void and Void creatures like Ungoliant would be an excellent fit for Gloom and Gloom-affected monsters, as well as Arien as a servant of Vána and Estë growing and maintaining Sundelions.

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[cyraes]

Team Fire Spirits

Arien ft Mairon bc they're my fav rarepair for Day 4 of @ainurweek

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A confession too late

Pairing: Mairon/Arien

Rating: E

Prompt: "I love you. Most ardently." Pride and Prejudice, 2005

Themes: Dead dove | Angst

Warnings: Mentions of prior SA

Wordcount: 2.4K words                                       

Summary: After Melkor’s ravishment and her fleeing Arda in anguish, Arien finds herself in a strange place

Minors DNI | 18+

tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

[urwendii]

Prompt word: Shine - Mairon x Arien (mairien)

Wordcount: 966 words

Rating: G

 Summary:

Then they had made Almaren and the Island that was Home and Arien had laughed and ran and delighted in all matters of light for the Lamps were beautiful and so were the Stars, great celestial bodies burning around them. And Mairon had smiled at her and welcomed her friendship. He was a great Maker and smith, only second to Aulë, and loved to gift the few selected friends at his side with little presents. To Ossë and Uinen he made them matched tiaras of blue and silver pearls and shells and to Arien a collection of golden and amber bracelets that sung together when she moved her arms. 

[ola-the-clown]

I've been thinking about the Silmarillion AU i have for Mayu and I simply had to draw her embroidering 🎀

I've also settled on a different name for her after consulting with a friend, whose knowledge of the Silmarilion's lore (naming conventions, language, etc.) is far better than mine 😅 Mairien which comes from Q. mairë, n. “work of high and beautiful art, the process of producing a work” + ᴹQ. -ien, suf. “daughter” 💎 And wrote a short blurb about her backstory! 🥰

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#MeraDil #MairienJames #Jaani #Sukhe

[misslienesses]

"Hey, hey, hey," Maya poked Mairien's ribs with each greeting. "What exactly are you doing, you filthy gremlin?" (caladcyll)

Mairien gasped, pretending to be offended “Gremlin, wh-” She hid a smile behind her hand. “First of all, how dare you. Second of all,” Mairien lifted her book, waving it around. “I’m reading. Thirdly, you’re the filthy one, you’re constantly covered in soot.” She was openly smiling, now.

[lyrics2world]

Mera Dil Lyrics - Mairien Jame

Mera Dil Lyrics :- Latest Punjabi Song Mera Dil sung by Mairien James.Lyrics written by Sukhe & music given by Jaani.This song published by T-series.   

Mera Dil Song Details:-

Song Name: Mera Dil Singer(s): Mairien James Lyricist(s): Sukhe Music(s): Jaani Music Label: T-Series

 Mera Dil Lyrics 

Ho mere jaani gallan Ho mere jaani gallan Ho mere jaani gallan feel di Je hai ni ton koyi hope ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Na mere mangar gehdiyan maar ve Lai ke naal lakhan haar ve Na mere mangar gehdiyan maar ve Lai ke naal lakhan haar ve Teri passe kar lai car ve Chal gali teri ton baahar ve Ho tere warga je koyi cute ni Meri wargi vi koyi hot ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho jaani mere yaar ve Tainu karna ni main pyar ve Ho jaani mere yaar ve Tainu karna ni main pyar ve Tu gaane likh ke char ve Ban’da ae Gulzar ve Tu jeddi tainu samajhda ae Ainni vi koyi top ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni Ho tainu aiddan kiddan de dawan Mera dil ae lollypop ni

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[cilil]

It comes in Threes

✍ Prompt: Throuple + veni vidi vici | Arien/Eönwë/Melkor x Mairon ✍ Synopsis: On Almaren, Mairon finds various lovers; in his hubris, he wants them all. ✍ Warnings: Mairon is a little shit ✍ Triple drabble ✍ SWG archive

The first time Mairon acquires a lover, it is purely by happenstance. 

It is Arien who seeks him out, who comes to him when he is by himself and makes the effort to get to know him. 

He is the only fire spirit left beside her, and she desperately craves a companion who understands her, Mairon knows. But he too grows fond of her — her grace, her pride, her temper, her nature that is so similar to his own. 

And it's a comfortable position to be in, to be sought after by one of Almaren's most admired and desirable Maiar.

Eönwë has been watching them, both him and Arien. Mairon has long since seen his longing glances and observed his attempts to be near either of them, visiting Vána's meadows and Aulë's forges to talk to them under some pretence. 

His attention, too, is flattering, much like Arien's, as he's the chief of the Maiar and renowned for his strength in battle. 

Arien thinks of him as a cute little toy. Mairon agrees. They decide together that they want him. 

Eönwë is overjoyed when they embrace him, having expected rejection; yet now he's a part of the love he desired. 

Melkor has little consideration for Mairon's Maiarin lovers and thinks himself the victor of any competition before it has even begun. 

At first Mairon is irate and rejects him, but later he begrudgingly sees a strange wisdom in his stance. For would he not be a fool to trade a Vala for a few Maiar, lovers he so easily acquired no less? 

To become Melkor's would be effortless, Mairon thinks, but to claim him on his own terms would be a challenge. 

The willful Vala has his own plans, but in his hubris, he wants him for his collection still. 

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[urwendii]

pairing: Mairon / Arien 🧡💛

rating: barely M

wordcount: 6k

summary:

“Aren’t you supposed to help Vána?” Arien hid her smile against his sleeve and gave a low chuckle, “Maybe I wanted to spend today in better company.” A snort, “Arien, if that was the case you would not be here with me.” “Low confidence is not part of your charm Mairon, especially when I know you do think very highly of yourself.” Mairon was fully smirking at her by then as he reached for a curl of her hair and tugged playfully.

[ola-the-clown]

doodles of Mairien based on some plot points I had thought of + her backstory (under read more, as it's somewhat long) in the Silmarillion AU 🧵💎🌹

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Born in Y.T. 1377 in Aman, she knew of the Middle-Earth only from tales and songs, the perilous journey to the Blessed Continent but an abstract concept, a past long-gone. The life of an upper nobility was a comfortable one, days spent on improving upon her embroidery — a beloved craft of hers, chosen due to Mairien's love for all that's beautiful, shimmering, and shining, and selfish motives of vanity but also a very personal wish to gift the fruits of her labour to those few, close to her heart — and bettering her aim. Though the act of hunting — the chase and pursuit — brought her enjoyment, the surrounding festivities a gratifying way to spend time, neither were the priority. No, to her, there was no greater joy than that of an arrow hitting its intended target; the more challenging the shot, the better. A tangible proof of her skill, deft fingers, and keen eyes. 

But all was not idyllic, the relationship with her parents slowly straining over the years. Her father, a master gemologist, jeweler, and metalworker, was set on teaching her his craft. And while Mairien had followed his wishes at first, truthfully, her heart was not in it, no matter how skilled her hands were — much to the man's immense but ignored chagrin and disappointment. She did what she was told to do, neither more nor less, and with an expression often pinched into a sour pout. Yes, she had interest in gems and jewels, and metals of various sorts, but rather than slaving away and making them, she preferred to use the finished products; incorporating them into her embroidery projects. At the same time, had it not been for the nearly forceful insistence of her father, she wouldn't have discovered the world of alchemy. A fascinating subject, one she took like a duck to water — though, again, her interest in it, while not lacking in passion, was somewhat vain. Dyes, polishes, solutions, all to aid her endless pursuit of beauty. But also poisons and toxins, if only out of morbid curiosity.

Her family's somewhat close ties to the House of Fëanor as relatives of Curufin's wife, meant she was less trusty of Melkor than most other Noldor — the prince's suspicion and uncharitable view of the Valar bleeding into her mind through the grapevine. Nor was she immune to the rumors of injustice and stolen birthrights that fanned at the flames of her ambition and further fueled her interest in lands never seen. It was, amongst many other reasons, why Mairien chose to follow Fëanor on the quest for revenge and glory — stirred by his beguiling words, blood boiling at Morgoth's treachery. Her parents, however, disapproved, choosing to stay in Aman rather than follow after their new King. She cursed at their cowardice, the lack of loyalty and indifference to Morgoth's crimes, before storming off — never to return. Later on, the prideful elf would come to regret her hasty departure; mourning the loss of her younger brother, who had no choice but to remain, and the missed opportunity to bid him goodbye.

Forever bitter about her parents' decision.

Actions were rarely greater than words, and it was no different this time. The kinslaying, the curse, the burning of the ships. The grass was not any greener on the other side of Belegaer; trampled and dead, under the feet of soldiers and orcs. The war efforts turned her hobbies into duties. Sewing wounds shut instead of embroidering, crafting dyeing solutions for armor rather than gowns as well as various medicinal cures and remedies — a domain she'd ultimately choose to focus on — and occasionally visiting the forge, the irony was not lost on the elf. Her fascination with poisons, venoms, and toxins proved useful as well, vital even, as their enemy was fond of such tactics. 

Later on — after Fëanor's death, capture and subsequent rescue of prince Maedhros, and the relinquishment of his claims —, having no close family of her own, she'd leave with Curufin and Celegorm's host, eventually settling in Himlad.

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[misslienesses]

Mairien rested her head on his shoulder, smiling contently, eyes closed. "Hmm? Oh, yes, let's," She sleepily replied, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"Bold of you to assume I can die." (caladcyll)

“…Bold of you to assume I want you to die!” Mairien countered, baffled.