#drauglin

[wolfie180g]

Dane and his mate Danneel

from the sequel to Dragon!Dean Is Still Scared Of Heights which is called Shenadragons. Danneel just shed her antlers so they can cuddle better without worrying about Dane loosing an eye lol.

Normally Danneel has giant antlers that resemble an elks and the size of trees. The reason why no human has recognized them as antlers in the woods. She's a mountain Draulin and Dane was meant for the forests. His Drauglin heritage can breathe fire so they can raze old or sick/diseased forest and plants to make way for new plants and trees. And as a obligate carnivore his breed is in charge of managing animal populations in his forests. Danneel is about 30 ft tall and Dane is 51 ft tall and they are smitten with each other.

(coincidental names lol- Dane was the dragon half of Dean and Danneel is Jensen's wife's name. I just needed a name for Dane's mate and didnt think about how it looks like a fem version of Dane until someone pointed it out. Ah well.)

[gwaedhannen]

It’s nearly midday and Tinúviel and Camlost haven’t shown up yet. Odd. She knocks softly on the bedroom door. There’s no response. “Are you still alive in there?”

“Yes”, comes Camlost’s quiet reply. Not quiet like he usually is, with the self-assurance that he will be heard regardless of volume. But the quiet of long weariness and the end of all strength. That’s not ideal.

“...Are you alright?”

There’s no response. Drastic measures, then.

“May I come in?”

“If you wish.” Well, that was easier than expected.

She…doesn’t quite comprehend what she sees at first. Tinúviel, so brash and strong and joyous…burrowed into every available blanket and Camlost’s arms? Weeping?

Camlost looks up at her, his hand not ceasing its careful strokes through Tinúviel’s hair. “Bad day.”

“I…” What can she even say to that? I didn’t know you had bad days? Ugh, too snide. Not the time. What’s wrong? No, too direct. Come on, basic empathy. “I’m sorry.” There, good! Aaaaand?

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

There’s no response.

Well! Time to go down the ‘what do incarnates need’ checklist, then. Water? Yes, that’s a good idea! The thralls were always begging for it. “I’ll be right back!”

There’s still a full pail of Adurant’s water in the kitchen. So Tinúviel’s having a bad day, and Camlost’s not much better. She fills two cups from the pail and carries them back to the bedroom carefully—the left one’s a little overfilled—and thinks. When Mairon had a bad day, she could goad him into a hunt, or to take out his anger on some poor soul. When Drauglin had a bad day, she knew just the right place under his ears to scratch. When the Lord of All had a bad day—no. She’s not thinking of Him.

Approach slowly, stay in line of sight. Appear non-threatening. The thralls would trust you if they underestimated you. “I brought water. You both must be thirsty.”

There’s no response.

[blackmetaltv]

Nag and Drauglin.. 🤘🏻🔥

[squirrelwrangler]

Million Dollar Question: The bats that crowded Tol Galen, you mentioned in the notes there was some deal involving Thuringwethil. Could you elaborate on that?

Yep! It's a headcanon more than a fic at the moment because I haven't had any fic with the opportunity to use Gilrean the Bat Maia, but it's quite simple. Thuringwethil was a former Maia of Varda and when she defected she took with her other later gathered to her a bunch of other Maia would delighted in the nighttime and/or flight and thus took bat forms. Core to my headcanons is that the Maiar range from power and cognitive reasoning almost on par with the Valar - your Saurons and Eönwë down to single tree nymphs and will o'wisp faeries. Thuringwethil was a less than Melian but not too much less but most of her children/followers/flock are very weak and shallow Maiar. In the Lay of Leithan we learn how Drauglin died but when Huan fetches both Drauglin and Thuringwethil's pelts for the sneak into Angband disguises, her part is off-screen and glossed over. And the concept of Morgoth or Sauron using bat messengers only shows up in the Lay of Leithian, implying that post-Silmaril theft they were no longer used in service. And Morgoth is a bad boss anyway that hates failure, as seen by Sauron hiding out in the Nightshade after his defeat until Morgoth is recaptured by the Army of the Valar. I made some quick and natural assumptions, so it does something like this.

Quickly after Tol-in-Gaurhoth falls, Thuringwethil runs into Huan as she's dithering on if to report back to Angband how Drauglin is dead and Sauron majorly fucked up and has gone into hiding. She knows if she goes with the bad news that she'll also be the only remaining lieutenant of any command authority within Morgoth's reach that was connected to this fiasco and thus bear the brunt of the punishment for everyone's failures. She puts up only a token fight against Huan and then hands over her intact bat-fell on the condition that Huan (and by proxy Lúthien and Beren) do whatever they can to shield the bat-Maiar to whom Thuringwethil is liege-lady and mother. Morgoth is especially wroth with Thuringwethil and anythign associated with her because Lúthien was wearing Thuringwethil's skin when Lúthien embarrassed and stole from him in his own throne room. Cue every bat, Maiar or otherwise, flying as far south out of Morgoth's reach as possible. Thuringwethil herself is dead and in the Halls of Mandos going through penance and detox, but her minion-daughters know the deal made with Huan and B/L. They can't get through Melian's Girdle, so for a few months they're awkwardly haunting the woods of Brethil (the Haladim called this that Winter of the Forest Chock Full of Bats) until Lúthien and Beren are reborn. The two lovers walk out of Doriath heading south to Ossiriand and are immediately swarmed by a giant flock of bats.

Tol Galen has a large flock of giant talking bats. Some are elevated to the position of foster-daughters. That's Gilrean, who is about the scale of Goldberry and while usually a giant fruit bat can give herself a mroe-or-less elven form. She thinks of herself as Dior's older sister/nanny and self-appointed babysitter. When Thingol died, Melian started to unravel and lose herself and her grip on a corporeal body in the grief and strain of holding the Girdle. Before Melian completely lost it, she delivered the Silmaril to Lúthien. In return, Lúthien asked Gilrean, as a (flying) Maia not under the Ban, to carry Melian back to Valinor. Gilrean carries her foster-grandmother to Valinor and the Gardens of Lórien and begs clemency for herself, the other followers of Thuringwethil, and Melian.

The bat Maiar might have originally been Maiar of Varda or Melkor, but most end up hanging out in the entourages of a combination of Nessa or Estë.

Dior loves his sister Gilrean.

Beren has a bat phobia. He tries not to be too freaked out by all the girls and he loves Gilrean despite it, but it was an adjustment, and he was relieved when Gilrean figured out how to shapeshift.

[lilachobbit]

I made it to 251 before deciding I’ve soent too long on this

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Aragorn

Boromir

Legolas

Gimli

Gandalf

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bifur

Bofur

Bombur

Balin

Dwalin

Oin

Gloin

Nori

Ori

Dori

Dis

Frerin

Thrain II

Thror

Beorn

Bard

Elrond

Celebrian

Arwen

Elladan

Elrohir

Elros

Erestor

Glorfindel

Lindir

Thranduil

Oropher

Celeborn

Galadhil

Galadhon

Galadriel

Finarfin

Earwen

Finrod

Amarie

Angrod

Aegnor

Eldalote

Orodreth

Finduilas (F.A elf)

Finduilas (T.A mortal)

Túrin

Nienor

Morwen

Húrin

Tuor

Huor

Eärendil

Elwing

Idril

Maeglin

Turgon

Aredhel

Ecthelion (one Gondolin)

Duilin (of Gondolin)

Duilin (of Gondor)

Derufin

Egalmoth

Rog

Penlod

Salgant

Galdor

Gildor

Fingon

Argon

Gil-Galad

Fingolfin

Anaire

Elenwe

Fëanor

Míriel

Finwë

Indis

Nerdanel

Maedhros

Maglor

Celegorm

Caranthir

Curufin

Amrod

Amras

Huan

Celebrimbor

Mahtan

Thingol

Melian

Lúthien

Daeron

Beren

Edrahil

Barahir

Beleg

Mablung

Nellas

Saeros

Mim

Elured

Elurin

Dior

Nimloth

Rumil (of Tirion)

Haldir

Orophin

Rumil (of Lothlorien)

Saruman

Radagast

Alatar

Pallando

Tilion

Arien

Sauron

Eonwe

Uinen

Ilmarë

Ossë

Tevildo

Thuringwethil

Drauglin

Carcharoth

Gothmog (balrog)

Gothmog (orc)

Lurtz (Uruk-hai)

Manwë

Varda

Ulmo

Yavanna

Oromë

Aulë

Nienna

Mandos

Vairë

Este

Irmo

Vana

Tulkas

Nessa

Melkor

Ungoliant

Shelob

Shagrat

The Witch King

The Mouth of Sauron

Langon

Sangahyando

Castamir

Durin I

Durin II

Durin III

Durin IV

Thrain I

Narvi

Telimektar

Azaghal

Earnur

Beregond

Faramir

Denethor I

Denethor II

Denethor (elf)

Ecthelion (of Gondor)

Elros

Valandil

Isildur

Elendil

Anarion

Eldarion

Imrahil

Amroth

Nimrodel

Olwe

Theoden

Eowyn

Eomer

Eorl

Hama

Gamling

Shadowfax

Nahar

Gurthang (this totally counts)

Gwaihir

Thorondor

Tom

Bert

William

Bill the Pony

Asfaloth

Grimbeorn

Nain

Dain

Azog

Bolg

Smaug

Ancalagon

Scatha

Glaurung

Treebeard

Quickbeam

Tom Bombadil

Goldberry

Old Man Willow

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins

Belladonna Took

Drogo Baggins

Farmer Maggot

Rosie Cotton

Elanor Gardner

Old Gaffer

Barliman Butterbur

Gollum

Deagol

Círdan

Bergil

Bain

Narvi

Ulfang

Uldor

Haleth (Haladin)

Haleth (Rohan)

Andreth

Eöl

King of the Dead

Romendacil

Arathorn

Theodred

Lalaith

Fredegar Bolger

Diamond Took

Paladin Took

Bungo Baggins

Bullroarer Took

Grima Wormtongue

Ar-Pharazon

Tar-Miriel

Halbarad

Iluvatar

Galion

Elmo

Faramir Took

Bonus internet points will be awarded to anyone who actually tries this exercise before voting.

Assume you need to get the spelling at least somewhat close, and if a character has multiple names, only one counts. Also, if a character doesn't have a canonical name, I'm sorry, but "that guy's wife" doesn't count.

For reference, if you can name the 9 members of the Fellowship, the eponymous Hobbit and his 13 dwarf buddies, 3 prominent women, and the guy who runs the Rivendell B&B, that's 27 characters right there. And you probably also know the name of a dragon.

For further reference, Tolkien Gateway has 637 (!!) pages dedicated to Third Age characters. (Don't click that link until you've voted, of course)

Edit: Your humble pollmaker gave this a try, and got as far as 73 before deciding she was too tired to keep trying to remember dwarf and Silm names. If you also want to share (and don't mind people being incredulous at your having forgot ____), pastebin allows you to paste text and share it for free. :)

[gerardspuppy]

Day 4 - Utumno. Also look another speedpaint !! I scrapped the reference image when I realized how murderous trying to do the perspective would be.

[wolfie180graphite]

First draft picture of Danneel, Dane’s drauglin mate on the Island. From Shenadragons. She’s supposed to look like a drauglin-like wolf with antlers that’s about thirty feet tall. Purple eyes only for Dane who she thinks hung the moon and the stars! The ‘fur’ is actually long thin feathers but appear as fur until you get a closer look. The wolflike proportions aren’t true wolf proportions because she’s not just a big wolf with antlers. Danneel’s fingers and toes are longer than a true wolf’s and she’s skinnier all around too. She only eats meat and lives in mountain habitats similar to Dane’s habitats. I am not happy with her antlers. I just drew this at work during a break because I forgot to bring my tablet for reading. Her antlers are supposed to be aimed a bit more down, like a deer’s antlers, the top points shouldn’t be so far back. The paper I was doodling on wasn’t wide enough. That’s Sam down there, having a mini pity party for getting himself lost on the Drauglin Island. She found him and led him back to Dane’s nesting site. All drauglins know that the only humans on the island belong to Dane. Cas and Sam, with Dean as a human Drauglin hybrid. the go-between for the two groups.

[drauglin]

[nightmares06]

COM: The Dragon Sleeps Tonight

Commission for @wolfie180g!

This story was requested to be 1200 words, with the BA bros running into dragon Dean with shenanigans ensuing!

The Brothers Apart Sam and Dean are @nightmares06‘s, dragon Dean belongs to @wolfie180g, and the original Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW/Erick Kripke!

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: None

Commissions are open!

The peaceful night air rippled with a breeze, bringing with it the faint hoots of an owl. In the distance, a wolf howled as the pack closed in on an injured buck, looking for a way to feed the newborn pups. Leaves wafted in the air, then the breeze changed direction as a huge breath was sucked in.

Dean slept in the forest, his tail twitching in his sleep. The large dragon, over 50 feet of muscle, claws and horns, lay curled in a clearing, one just large enough to keep him hidden from distant viewers. Perhaps if a helicopter was to fly overhead they might spot the tan and freckled form, but the trees were tall and large with full branches to keep him camouflaged.

In his sleep, something pulled at Dean. A lack of a certain scent in the air.

The dragon’s nostrils twitched, searching for the scent of his mate. Dane lay asleep in his mind, leaving Dean alone as he blinked open large green eyes in search of Castiel.

‘Cas?’ he chirped sleepily, having grown used to the small human understanding him when he talked.

A dark figure at the edge of the clearing froze as the dragon lifted up his large head, eyes hardening as he caught the burning tang of silver in the air.

Dean’s lip curled, his tongue briefly flicking out in a draconic reaction. He was adjusting to the darkness of the night, features of this stranger slowly coming into view.

Dark, dirty blond hair. A leather jacket that smelled of gunpowder and aftershave, glowing like a beacon in the scents of the forest. Worn jeans and a silver knife clutched in a hand. The man stood his ground as the dragon looked him over, both assessing the new threat.

Something twisted in Dean’s chest, and he let out a rumbling grown. ‘Sam?’ he called out, his head moving to the side to look for his companions campsite and fire.

While he was distracted, this new man struck. Lunging forward, he went for one of Dean’s claws, the knife burning into the dragon’s hide before he could twitch it away.

Dean roared in pain. Distantly, the sound of wolves cut out. Branches rustled at the nearby birds flew off. The animals knew to keep their distance when a Drauglin, protector of the forest, was injured.

The temptation to bite down and end the threat there and then nearly came upon Dean, but he held himself back, hauling to his feet and yanking his claw back to free it from the knife.

The man cussed as he was dragged along for a few feet, then fell to his knees as Dean freed himself.

Before he could recover, Dean thrust his head forward. He snapped at the air, making the man fall backwards in an attempt to dodge the implied threat, not knowing Dean had no interest in making a meal of him.

That was when Dean caught the scent of a second human, just faintly there under the thick, cloying smell of this man, this hunter.

‘Sam?’ he called out hopefully, searching for his brother.

The second he moved farther away from the stranger, the fainter the smell grew, until it was gone. He swung his head back towards the stranger. It grew more powerful again.

This man had messed with his brother!

Dean’s eyes dilated, and he hissed. ‘What did you do to Sam?’ he chirp-growled. ‘Did you touch Cas?!’

The man’s own eyes were wide, glancing between Dean and his two large clawed hands on either side of him. Like a cornered animal.

His silhouette still nagged at Dean, like he should recognize it, but he was far more concerned with the faint voice he could hear, calling out.

“Dean, keep back!”

The Drauglin instantly backed off, looking around for Sam. ‘Sammy?’ he called out hopefully. ‘Who is this asshat? Where’s Cas?’

There was no reaction to his call, and the small voice continued on, just barely picked up by Dean’s ears.

“Dean, I think it’s trying to talk. Those chirps…”

The human growled in annoyance. “Seriously, Sam? You think a dragon wants to talk to us.”

“If it wanted to attack, do you think we’d still be standing here?”

In horror, Dean looked down at the man, really looked at him.

A spike of messy hair. A familiar duffel bag on his shoulders. A younger face than Dean had seen in the mirror, years before he was turned into a Drauglin by Cricket.

‘Dean?’ he chirped, his own name coming out mangled in the dragon’s tongue.

The human didn’t react, and Dean changed tactics, signing out the letters for his own name.

“See? That’s sign language! It’s gotta be!”

The voice that Dean just knew was his little brother’s continued, and as he signed out SAM, he inched forward, sniffing at the younger Dean. That smell of Sam was stronger, and the dragon drew close, younger Dean stepping nervously back, Dean happened to catch sight of something tiny moving on that young Dean’s shoulder.

‘Sammy?! ’ he squawk-chirped, jerking in surprise as he realized that there was a person on this man’s shoulder.

In his startled motion, Dean accidentally knocked into his younger self, sending him sprawling across Dean’s large snout. The man shouted, trying to scramble off as Dean raised up his head in surprise.

Leaving the two Dean’s, separated by ten years and a transformation into a dragon, staring at each other in slack-jawed amazement.

The only one who seemed to be unaffected by this, aside from clinging to the human Dean’s collar, was the absolutely tiny version of Sam on his shoulder.

“Dean, do you see that?” he called out excitedly. With them so close, the dragon version of Dean could actually see the fluff of brown hair and youthful face. It was Sam, just like the man trying to find a hold on his smooth snout that did not involve the edge of Dean’s mouth, only younger. His own Sam was worn by years of hunting and months of trying to get Dean back to himself. “Those eyes! That’s not a wild animal!”

Dean stifled the temptation to shake these two strange men from his nose, merely blinking at them in confusion and inhaling deeply, filling his mouth with the strangely familiar smell of himself and a Sam who barely seemed real. He shouldn’t exist.

Any more than a dragon should exist.

The suction against his legs made the human Dean try and scramble on better. “Yeah, well you’re not the one that he’s sniffing up for dinner!”

Dean was offended at the assumption he would eat them. For one thing, he’d never eat a human. For another, this Dean overestimated the meat on his bone. Dean lowered his head to the ground, tilting it until human Dean could slide off, stumbling a few steps away. His silver knife was slack in his grip, and the dragon used his snout to steady the stranger, keeping an eye on the tiny young Sam sitting on his shoulder.

He had so many questions, but neither of them had reacted to their names being spelled. He needed his Sam.

[wolfie180g]

Happy New Year Of The Dragon! 2024

It's the year of the Dragon! Happy New Year 2024!

Dean's been waiting 9 years to celebrate!

Or should it be year of the Drauglin?

[esquitor]

that post got long so moving here. OK SO, stories change over time and A Lot Happened in the 1st & 2nd age and theres basically no 1st age elves in middle-earth by the 4th/5th age so all the mythology is scrambled to heck. and i had A Thought, what if werewolf religious schism over whether sauron is drauglin?? "we are descendants of the divine" says the werewolf pope "children of luthien have No Rights" the other werewolf pope says "sauron didnt have sex with animals" and declared Forever War

THE OTHER WEREWOLF POPE SAYS SAURON DIDN”T HAVE SEX WITH ANIMALAHALKSJFDS is that like a civil war between furries... our god was a furry... no he wasnt... comparing surviving Ancient Texts And Depictions Of Wolf Sauron And Dragulin like ‘its got too many eyes’, ‘it’s not blue’, ‘draugluin wasn’t really blue you idiot’, ‘the word blue was used to describe several colors including black, green, and purple’, ‘shut up you’re colorblind’, ‘sauron was not colorblind therefore he was not drauglin’, ‘have you SEEN what he WORE’. the shade they would throw at each other.

meanwhile the elves that ARE still around (like. mirkwood. cirdan. whatever.) occasionally find these bbc forum arguments and just shake their heads while scrolling through and making faces at their own memories. they know the truth. they will not share.

[swilmarillion]

Merry Christmas @admirable-mairon!  You’re an absolutely darling friend and always willing to spin out ridiculous headcanons with me.  There are parts of fyd that wouldn’t exist without you, and I can always count on you to keep me going with this beast.  Enjoy some dumb boys and their dumb dog <3

              “He hates me,” Melkor said.

               “He does not,” Mairon said.

               Melkor looked dubiously over Mairon’s shoulder at Draugluin, who eyed him back with a look of what Melkor was sure was dislike. “He’s just waiting for you to leave so he can eat me,” Melkor said.

               Mairon turned, and Draugluin immediately wagged his tail, cocking his head to the side.  “Oh, right,” Mairon said, rolling his eyes.  “He looks so vicious.”

               He turned back to Melkor, and Draugluin’s tail fell still.  “Oh, come on,” Melkor muttered.

               Mairon whistled and patted the couch.  “Come on, baby,” he said.  Draugluin dutifully trotted over and curled up beside Mairon, his head in Mairon’s lap.  “He’s the best boy,” Mairon cooed, scratching him behind the ears.

               “You’re insane,” Melkor said.  “He weighs a hundred and twenty pounds.”

               “He’s baby,” Mairon said contentedly, running his hand over the dog’s sleek coat.

               “He’s going to eat me the minute you leave the room.”

               “You two just need to get to know each other,” Mairon said.  “And since we’re living here now, you’ll have plenty of time to do it.”

*****          

     “Right,” Melkor said, crossing his arms and doing his best to look tough.  “Listen up, mutt.  You don’t like me.  That’s fine. I’m not too sure about you, either. But we live together now, so we’re going to have to work something out.  How about this: you leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone.  Okay?  I mean, unless you have to go out or something, I guess.  You will let me know if you have to go out, right?  Shit, do I have to just like, guess?  How often do dogs have to pee?  I should probably ask Mairon.”  

               He pulled his phone from his pocket and opened his text messages.  Movement caught his eye, and he looked up to see the big dog walking over to the front door.

               “Oh, cool,” Melkor said, grinning.  “I guess that answers that question.”

               Draugluin stopped and sniffed Melkor’s backpack, which lay on the ground where he had discarded it the night before.  Then he turned, lifted a leg, and began to pee, completely oblivious to Melkor’s indignant swearing.

*****

               “Okay,” Mairon said, an edge of annoyance in his voice. “This is getting ridiculous.”

               “I agree,” Melkor said.

               “And by this,” Mairon said, “I meant you.  You’re being ridiculous.”

               “He follows me,” Melkor said, “from room to room—just staring at me.”

               “He’s probably bored,” Mairon said.

               “Bored, my ass,” Melkor said.  “He wants to eat me.”

               “Oh, please,” Mairon said.  “He wouldn’t hurt you.”

               “He pissed on my backpack,” Melkor said sullenly.

               “That was three weeks ago,” Mairon said, “and it won’t happen again.”

               “Yeah, okay.”

               “Look,” Mairon said, “it’s an adjustment, okay? He’s used to living in a different apartment, and he’s used to living with just me.  It’s a lot for anyone, let alone a dog.”

               “I know,” Melkor said, “but I’m not sure he wants to make the adjustment.”

               Mairon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he knelt down so that he was eye level with Draugluin.  “Hey, buddy,” he said, scratching him gently behind the ears.  “I know it’s been a lot the last couple months, but I really need you to try to get along, okay?  Be nice.” Draugluin cocked his head, and Mairon scratched his ears again.  “Go on,” he said.

               Draugluin stood up and stretched.  Then he walked over to Melkor and stood in front of him, looking up at him.  

               “You too,” Mairon said, giving him a look.

               “Alright, fine,” Melkor said.  “Truce.”  He reached down and patted Draugluin on the head.  Draugluin huffed gently and walked away.

               “Well,” Mairon said, watching him go.  “It’s a start, I guess.”

*****

               The chilling of the icy relationship between Melkor and the dog happened so gradually that it took Melkor a long time to notice that anything had changed.  It was subtle, at first.  Draugluin stopped leaving the room every time Mairon did.  He wagged his tail when Melkor came home.  Once, he even laid on Melkor’s feet under the dinner table. The thing that really clinched it, though, happened one Saturday morning when Melkor was, predictably, losing the argument to get Mairon to stay in bed.

               “It’s already eight o’clock,” Mairon said.

               “’Already’,” Melkor scoffed.  “You mean only.”

               “I have some stuff to do.”

               “You have me to do.”

               “Maybe later,” Mairon said, kissing him lightly on the lips.  Then he wriggled out of Melkor’s grasp and got up, pulling on a hoodie as he padded out of the room.  

               Draugluin got up to follow, huffing in annoying at having first been roused and then left behind.  “Yeah, buddy,” Melkor said, sighing.  “Me too.”

               Draugluin came around the bed and paused, looking at Melkor.  Then he went over to the bed and laid his head on the mattress, looking at Melkor. Melkor scratched him tentatively behind the ears, and Draugluin wagged his tail.  It was just a moment—Draugluin turned almost immediately and followed Main out into the kitchen.  Still, Melkor couldn’t help but feel a warm surge of pride.  Things were, he thought contentedly as he rolled over and wrapped himself once more in the comforter, going to be just fine.

*****

               It took Mairon a while to notice that Drauglin wasn’t there.  To be fair, it often took him an inordinate amount of time to notice things when he was working, but it was particularly noticeable on this cold winter morning, when there was no dog to warm his feet.  He stood up from the couch and stretched, setting his laptop aside.  He wandered through the living room and the kitchen, but there was no sign of the dog.

               He traced his way back through the apartment, glancing into rooms as he passed with no luck.  Finally, he made his way back to the bedroom.  The door was half-open, and he crept quietly inside, careful not to wake Melkor.

               He found Draugluin on the bed, curled up against Melkor, who was lazily scratching the big dog’s belly.  Mairon was overcome with a giddy satisfaction, a happiness that bubbled in his chest until he couldn’t help but smile.

               He padded over to the bed and slipped in behind Melkor, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his neck.

               “Hey,” Melkor said, smiling and reaching back to lay a hand on Mairon’s leg.  “I thought you were working.”

               “I was,” Mairon said, “but then I saw this, and knew I had somewhere better to be.”

               “How things change, huh?” Melkor asked, grinning as Draugluin stretched and shifted closer.

               “For the better, even,” Mairon said, kissing him again.  

[squirrelwrangler]

What are your "maturing rate" hcs for major named maiar in text other than Olorin (my favourite line about him is that in his youth he used to wander around without a fana and pretty much stalk people. Non-maliciously)

Oooh- I don’t have a ton of Maiar focus and only a few OCs (who are the weird ones that picked an animal form early on and have pretty much stuck with it - like giant vulture boy). Drauglin was cranky tired old done with your shit sergeant from the time Arda was formed and just grew more weary of Sauron’s bullshit and jaded eye-rolls at Gothmog until Huan finally kills him and at that point he decides okay, enough, peace out, napping until Arda is Remade. Curumo/Saruman matured before Olorin (but pretends to have been a truly early matured- Aiwendil actually bloomed before him). Alatar early on; Tilion always a  flake. Eönwë and Ilmarë were among the first- Melian thought she had before she ditched the Gardens to go to Beleriand (almost, honey). Thuringwethil was mentoring a bunch of tiny bat-sprite Maiar and that was her deal with Huan - one bat-fell and a faked death in exchange for all these baby Maiar save them from my mistake of staying with Morgoth -so Lúthien and Beren adopting a few hundred tiny vampire bat Maiar - most of which float back to Valinor but some stayed- and some switched over to become tree spirits or springs or talking foxes.

[legendariium]

Thuringwethil and Drauglin were 1000% bloodthirsty besties. They probably hunted and fought together many times, and they even died together.

[gerardspuppy]

Mairon and his son favorite wolf