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eri-pl · 3 months ago

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As I said, I am having a Finrod phase, in particular a "Finrod talking to [a character I never before realized he would interact with]" phase.

So, Sauron. No, not the song duel. But a couple of things, more or less noncanon. [Long post after cut, mentions of Sauron's various deeds but not detailed]

Sauron early (just after the War of Wrath, he goes with Eonwë) redemption arcs.

So how would the interactions between him and Finrod look?

First, there's the "I tortured you and got you killed" issue. I think if Sauron was actually remorseful, Finrod would forget that without a problem. (Again: in my reading of it, as opposed to many people's readings, Finrod is not traumatised. It was hard, but he did heal, mentally too.)

Second, there is the more difficult issue of "You fed my men, for whom I was responsible, to a werewolf". finrod would not let it slide unless all of the Ten forgave Sauron. But I think they eventually would, following Finrod's example. Not as fast as him, but not very slowly either.

Third there's the "You tortured my half-cousin at Morgoth's orders," which is even more of an issue, because said cusin is in the Halls of Mandos (at best) and probably won't get to forgiving anyone for a long time. So, for sake of exploring the situation, let's assume that Morgoth did the torturing himself, because, I don't know, he found it fun?

And the general "You tortured people and spirits" but this is not personal, so Finrod would not feel like it's his job to be angry about it, it's the role of the Valar to judge Sauron, and they did. (Have I forgotten something ugly that Sauron did in the FA?)

So assuming all that, and assuming that Sauron— ok, I should call him Mairon at this point— would be allowed to roam relatively freely and talk with people, I think he and Finrod would get along relatively well. Not very well, but well.

Because assuming all is forgiven, and looking just at the personalities — Finrod loves bling and gems and gold. Mairon in many fanons loves bling too, and even if he personally doesn't, he's a Maia of Aulë (even if he shifted to, say, Nienna, because it fit more with his mental state now, he still has a lot of skill). He would be great working with gems, we know that he canonically was great working on jewelry with elves even when he was evil, and I would assume being good makes him more attuned to beauty.

Also, I have a strong HC that Finrod would build something similar in style to Nargothrond (simply because it was beautiful) and I can very well see Mairon helping with that, and trying to convince Finrod to make everything more symmetrical (with little results).

And Mairon, being one of the few have-been-evil Maiar (and much calmer than Ossë) would, I think, understand a certain melancholy that Finrod has. the mourning of the things we lost by our bad choices. Like Nienna's mourning for Arda Marred, but more personal. More "we have a part in this".

And this would first take some convincing (probably by the Teleri) for Mairon to agree, but they would reenact the song duel. It would feel liberating for both of them, to be able to face it and smile. And they would learn that they really like singing together, like making arguements in the form of a song. (Often about the role of symmetry in art)

Mairon would not understand Finrod's deeper philosophical, how to call it, unrest? But he would respect that there's something he can't understand (It's probably one of the most important lessons he needed to learn to come back). That's why they would never be really close: their deepest passions are just too different.

2. Canon Sauron

They would not talk after Finrod's death, of course, but Finrod would have thoughts.

Imagine: Second Age, Numenor is built, Finrod visits it once in a while, then they get a little less friendly and he gets distracted by an architectural project, or child-raising, or whatever and when he emerges back into the world, Tar-Palantir is nearing the end of his reign and everyone is forbidden from visiting Numenor, because it's too dangerous for the Elves (morally, spiritually).

And then Pharazon claims the throne and the repressions return (those things are known in aman to those who are interested and trusted to be able to handle difficult knowledge — like Finrod — because the eagles and the palantir of Tol Eressea and wasy like that).

And those Men are claiming what?

Finrod begs to be allowed to go there, to talk to them, because he would tell them all the things— he is denied, and of course he knows better than to disobey the Valar. But it does take Námo for Finrod to stop asking.

And then Pharazôn captures Sauron, and this feels bad, this feels so bad, and it does become bad, and the palantir cannot see into the golden dome, but a lot of Men start appearing in the Halls of Mandos, and some of Námo's Maiar, unlike their lord, do gossip.

@edennill you asked in one post: do all the Númenoreans even land at the Halls? I would say: there won't be a clear, provable no (Námo does not say and none of the Maiar knows all what's going on in the Halls) but there would be such gossip. And a lot of speculations as to what this means. And the Maiar would bring the discussion out to all the Eldar who would be interested in listening to it. Definitely they would gossip about it to Finrod, after all this is the kind of thing he seemed interested in.

Imagine Finrod standing at a seashore cliff, looking East and screaming in a powerless rage until his voice runs out.

And then the fleet sails and again it takes a very clear and direct order for Finrod to not wait for them at the shore. And after the sea settles, after the Undying Lands are sundered, he stands at the shore again, wailing, mourning, screaming wordlessly, because he would not dare say the questions that are circling in his mind.

(And just after he calms down enough to return home, he gets visited and yelled at by Curufin's wife or whatever relative that stayed in Aman for not having been there with the rest of the family, and doesn't he even care aboyt Tyelpe? And he asks "What happenned with Tyelpe?" and gets slapped in the face.)

(Yes, Finrod, like all the Noldor, has some hyperfocus tendencies. And maybe not very much contact with the Feanorian side of family at this point.)

And then he learns that, by the way, Glorfindel was sent to Middle Earth to deal with Sauron. Because, you know, there may be a Balrog involved eventually. And no, he cannot go too. First, there may be a need for stealth and second, he clearly is not impartial about the whole Sauron situation.

It takes some processing and some more questions for Finrod to realize that yes, Sauron is very likely still alive.

And then he probably goes to yell on the cliffs again.

3. Late redemption arc Sauron.

…basically the same as above, but with more bluescreening on Finrod's part.

I mean, just imagine it. Finrod is so furious, and justly so, because. Just: because. (And also, tyelpe.)

But also: Sauron has been judged already and it's really not Finrod's job.

But also: he is so angry.

And it would be crazy for Mairon too — I mean, in addition to the normal crazy— because Finrod would be one of the evry few people who Gets Is. Who just get a) how bad it was b) which parts were the worst c) all the implications of him eing still alive d) how insane that is. But also, Finrod would not talk to him, or see him, because he just can't stand it mentally.

And then one day Finrod would, when wandering the shores, find a monument in the memory of Númenoreans —all of them— and there's something about it that resonates with him. there is some truth in it (even if it's too symmetrical). He would plant flowers there, and sing for long. Sometimes he would feel watched, but nobody would appear.

When he would return, there would be more flowers, and the best parts of his song carved into the stone, more intricately than he ever could. He would sing more and it would reeat for a long time: a dialogue of mournings.

#silm #silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #the silm #the silmarillion #finrod #sauron #mairon #tw torture mention #i am not going to write a full-on finrod talking with idiot1-my-version #i'm not entirely sure why but it feels like it would break something #but i am doing a short “the idiot tries to manipulate finrod into doing some research for him and some rebellion” years of trees thing #that's the most i feel like i can let them talk without my brain going shortcircuit

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malkaleh · 2 months ago

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I think the closest we got to Aman!Mairon - the maia who worked with Aule, who was Eonwë’s friend is maybe Halbrand when he first comes to Eregion, pre Galadriel finding out. Like he’s in his element!

(And actually that’s a thought - Galadriel never finds out AU. I think he probably still does Go Full Evil but maybe…)

And like that is deeply sad and also SAURON YOU FUCK YOU HAD SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO NOT BE AN ABUSIVE DICK.

(Also possibly my Mairon from my Mairon Who Never Went Over To Morgoth verse (or genuinely got abducted/had an horrifically abusive relationship with Morgoth) is just facepalming in my head @verecunda )

#tv: rings of power

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maironsbigboobs · 11 months ago

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Hope (ao3)

Rating: M Relationships: Sauron/Eonwë Words: 2650

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Eonwë wondered when the last time anyone had offered him friendship had been. He wondered whether Sauron’s heart had always been hard, or if service in Angband had hardened it. - What if Sauron’s surrender had gone differently?

My @myslashyvalentine gift for @yletylyf. Happy Valentine's everyone 💖

“You expect me to believe a single word you say, master of lies?”

The wind whipped at the feathers of his pauldrons, bitter and cold as his heart. Eonwë stood on the rocky planes of the battlefield, looking down at the kneeling maia before him. Manwë’s gaze was upon this meeting. There was a familiarity to him; pride, beauty, the cold sharpness of his bearing that Eonwë had never seen in any other. He set his jaw and held the point of his spear to Sauron’s throat. He must not let memory overcome him. This was not the same maia of Aulë who he had once known, but a shadow of him.

Sauron raised his head. His face was gaunt and smeared with battle blood. There were dark circles under his eyes. But his gaze was fierce, blazing. The memory of their intensity stirred his heart. He is trying to get under your skin; you know what they say of him. You know him.

“Do you think I would submit myself to this if I was not sincere? Herald of Manwë, you know me. I do not suffer bruised pride needlessly.”

“Know you? You were always clever with your words.”

How could he forget? Sauron - Mairon, then, though that name did not fit him any longer - had always had a sharp comment or witty remark; his humour had been dry and refreshing after a long day surrounded by the formalities of the King of Arda’s court.

In the moment, his mind wandered to another meeting, from a better day:

***

In fair Almaren, a gentle breeze carried the scent of the first Spring flowers. Under the branches of a blossoming tree, it tangled Eonwë's hair as he dozed against the trunk. He had been waiting for Mairon to join him, but the hours had passed with no sign of him, and eventually the waiting had lulled him to sleep.

Only when he felt the heavy thud of someone sinking down next to him did he open his eyes.

He frowned. “You’re late.”

Mairon was never late. With just a glance, Eonwë could tell something was not right. There was a brooding look in Mairon’s eye, and he seemed... dulled. Dimmed, like a faltering lantern.

“I am never late.” Mairon answered, and then his smile was back, sharp as ever. “I always intended to arrive now. You are simply early.”

“Sometimes I think you are too clever for your own good.” Eonwë rolled his eyes affectionately, taking Mairon’s hand. His fingers were cool, not warm from the forge like he had been expecting. “Where were you?”

“I have a new project.” But his gaze flitted away to the horizon. When he looked back at Eonwë, he still seemed distant.

Perhaps he should have asked more, but Mairon talked enough about his work without prompting. That was not what they were here for. Eonwë pulled him into a kiss, swallowing his protests. “Leave your work behind.”

Mairon relaxed against him, and Eonwë turned them until he was straddling Mairon’s hips. Mairon reached up and undid his own bun, shaking his hair out. It fell to his shoulders in curls of molten flame. As Eonwë kissed him, Mairon’s face grew just as red, his head falling back. Eonwë felt the heat of him; it almost burned his lips as he left open mouthed kisses down the pillar of his throat.

“Eonwë, you’ll bruise me, what will my lord -”

“Worry not for what Aulë says.” Eonwë slipped a skillful hand beneath the waistband of Mairon’s trousers. “He has so many maiar. He will not notice.”

Mairon laughed; it was such a beautiful sound. “No, Aulë will not notice my absence. You are right.”

“That is more like you,” Eonwë triumphantly divested Mairon of his trousers entirely. “Relax, my jewel, and let me do the work now.”

“Ah, Eonwë...”

***

It was not Aulë he had been worried about that day. The realisation froze his blood - or perhaps, he had always known it, and only now it became undeniable. Darkness had been in his beloved’s heart even in those blissful days. Sauron was speaking, but above the reeling of his mind he could hear little. His forced himself to focus.

“I repent of all my deeds, of my service, of my malice and cruelty. I beg you, Lord Eonwë, grant me mercy.”

Eonwë remembered how to speak. “I cannot do that.”

Sauron’s eyes flashed with fear and rage. Eonwë continued, his tongue heavy.

“I would if I could, but it is not my place to give it. You must plead your case before Manwë.”

He saw the horror on Sauron’s face. He could not blame him. He could not picture Sauron on his knees before Manwë, humbling himself. It seemed impossible; Sauron had never been deferential, even when he had served faithfully.

“Do not be afraid, Sauron.” The name tasted foul. But Mairon was no more, and no other name was any more complimentary, or more neutral. “I will stand with you, I will vouch for you. Swear to me you mean your words, and I will speak for you.”

“You promise me that?” Sauron arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You would stake your reputation on me, of all people?”

“I would.” For everything they had once had. For love, for hope, deep desperate hope that some part of the past might be reclaimed.

“Then, I accept. I will go with you.”

Eonwë withdrew his spear and held out his hand.

Sauron stared at it. Eonwë wondered when the last time anyone had offered him friendship had been. He wondered whether Sauron’s heart had always been hard, or if service in Angband had hardened it. He wondered if it even mattered - perhaps it was like the the maiar of Manwë often said: you cannot have an Eagle without an egg, nor an egg without an Eagle.

Sauron took his hand and rose to his feet.

Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

***

He bound his hands and gave him his cloak, to shield him as much as possible from the eyes of Elves. If any of them saw Sauron, Eonwë knew they would clamour for blood, and they would riot at the sight of him going freely among them. He could not blame them for that, and Sauron took the burden quietly, for once not eager to draw attention to himself.

It almost worked. It would have worked, if the elf-kings had not been waiting for him in his tent.

“Why have you brought him here?” Finarfin’s face was murderous, and Eonwë could not fault that, either. He placed himself between the elves and Sauron.

“He is my prisoner.”

“Your prisoner?” Gil-Galad mocked him with a laugh. “His crimes were against elves and men - we should judge him, not you.”

“I am not here to judge him. That is Lord Manwë’s place.”

Finarfin’s scowl deepened. “Manwë would grant him mercy. He deserves none. I should cut his treacherous head from his body myself, for my son - but he is a snake, ever growing more. He should be thrown to the darkness with his master if he is such an eager hound.”

Behind him, Eonwë felt Sauron bristle. Do not speak. Valar, keep him silent. I will not be able to calm them if he riles them up.

“King Finarfin, please, have faith in me.” he implored, “We have fought and bled together. Trust me; I would not have him escape unpunished.”

Gil-Galad interrupted. “We have faith in you, Herald. It is him we do not trust. Who knows what he will whisper in your ear? Even the wise can fall victim to a clever tongue.”

“Gil-Galad is right. He will lie to you - he has probably lied to you already.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sauron move, and open his mouth. He subtly stamped on his foot. Quiet.

“My lords, I understand your concern. But this tent is well guarded. You may set your own guards if you wish. But I swear by the Stars that he will not leave this tent save to board a ship to Valinor.”

The two elf-kings looked at each for a moment. The air was thick, simmering rage and pain in the air. Finarfin’s glare did not fade. But Gil-Galad relented, and Eonwë knew Finarfin would not break their united front here.

“Very well, Herald. But if he escapes punishment, there are many who would look to you to suffer in his place.”

With that, he bowed, and left the tent. Finarfin lingered only to give his own cold farewell, and to scowl at Sauron.

When they were gone, Eonwë ordered the door guards to let no one else in or out. Sauron sat on the stool by the low cot, still wrapped in Eonwë’s cloak. His expression was strange, lost in thought.

“Thank you for defending me.”

Eonwë closed the distance between them and unbound his hands, kneeling before Sauron and holding his hands in his own. Those long, nimble fingers were so familiar - but now they had wrought such agony and torment.

“I only did as I promised you.”

“Still.” The gentleness of Sauron’s voice made him look up. His face in the lantern light, he looked almost ... vulnerable. Soft.

Eonwë gave in to temptation. He kissed him.

His lips were as soft and warm as Eonwë remembered, and Sauron fell forward into his arms as if they had never parted. Their kisses grew fiercer, a clash of lips and teeth and eager hands. He pulled Sauron to the bed, the cloak cushioning them. Their bodies crashed together, never apart for more than a moment.

Sauron’s hands found his belt, and it was no challenge for him, and Eonwë let out a soft sigh as he stroked him. It had been so long, so very long. He wanted to give in to the pleasure, to take everything Sauron was willing to give him.

“Ah, Eonwë...” Sauron pushed him onto his back, the bed creaked, and then sank down before him, lips brushing against his inner thigh. “I have missed this. I have missed you. I craved you for so long...”

Gil-Galad’s words came back to him. Who knows what he will whisper in your ear? Was this all just another lie? Another seduction? Was he just one of Sauron’s toys, to be used to get what he wanted? He went still beneath Sauron’s caresses.

“Eonwë?” Sauron paused, and he looked up through his lashes. Eonwë mourned the loss of the warmth. “Is something wrong?”

He did not answer. Sauron frowned. There was still the same crease in his brow that Eonwë had always teased him for.

“You don't trust me, do you? You think this is part of my game. That I am wrapping you around my finger.”

He pulled away, his hands falling to his lap. “I cannot blame you for not trusting me.” He sighed, “It does not matter. We should not be doing this.” He started buttoning his shirt again.

“No.” He caught him by the wrist. If this was a lie, it was one he wanted to give into. Let the elf-kings rage and swear. He wanted to indulge the heat of Sauron’s touch, to feel the sweet caress of his lips, to hear the fevered beating of his heart. If he woke to him gone, so be it!

“I want this.” He wanted, oh, how he wanted! “I want you. I want you how I always have, terrible as you are.”

“Your dirty talk has not improved.”

Eonwë laughed. “Put your clever tongue to better use.”

Sauron took that instruction to heart. He settled himself between Eonwë’s legs, his burning kisses leaving reddened skin on the inside of his thighs. Eonwë was aching with need, curling his fingers in Sauron’s hair to guide him - his mouth was hot, eager, and they both groaned as Sauron sank down, swallowing him entirely.

This was the physicality he had missed; repressed for so long. The sweet tension building up in his gut, the burn of lust in his veins, the slick sounds of sweat and skin. He tried to keep quiet - tent walls were thin - but he could not stifle his moans and praise. Oh, so good, so perfect, made for him - his desire flowed effortlessly as the Sea.

When he spilled, it was with blinding pleasure; his hands clenched tightly in his bed covers, eyes screwed shut as he bit his lip to keep from crying out Sauron’s name - Sauron, who took everything he was given with a soft groan and smug look in his eyes, who then sat back and wiped his mouth with Eonwë’s cloak and tucked Eonwë into the bed before folding himself up beside him without a word. Sauron seemed to want nothing for himself, pushing away Eonwë’s touch and closing his eyes.

“Let me enjoy this. It may be the last moment of peace I have.”

Eonwë relented and lay back on the bed, curling his fingers through Sauron’s hair. The other maia slept peacefully against him, warmth enough that he did not miss the blanket. His doubts had not faded; as he lay in the dark, they returned anew. He could wake in the morning and Sauron could be gone - he might not wake in this bed in the morning at all, if Sauron decided to eliminate a threat.

It is done now. For better or for worse.

He closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.

***

The Sun was setting across Valinor, her rays scattered through the stain-glass windows, as Eonwë made his way to the secluded chamber of Aulë’s hall, whistling as he walked.

This part of the hall was well-guarded, but the guards knew his presence and made themselves scarce awhile. His visits were frequent, though he rarely arrived at such a beautiful hour.

He knocked on the chamber door. There was a pause, the sound of tools on a workbench and booted feet, and then several locks being undone. And then a smiling face was revealed.

“Annatar.”

A new name for a new life; something untarnished by past lives and past deeds, the promise of an unclouded future.

“Come in, I am just finishing up for the day.”

Sometimes it felt like Annatar had never left these halls. This chamber was locked and secluded; but unlike the cells of Mandos, it was homely and bright, with little touches of Annatar here and there: stacks of books by the bed, blueprints spread out on the table, little chunks of metal and ore arranged artfully on the windowsill.

“You work too hard.” Eonwë protested, taking his arm. Annatar scoffed: he was only permitted to work on approved commissions, and Eonwë had heard many times how he wished he had more to do. Some things did not change. “It can wait.”

He half-dragged him to the seat by the window, silencing Annatar’s half-hearted protests with a kiss. Once he had him in his arms, Annatar gave up the pretence, curling against him like a cat. The Sun bathed them in her evening glow, casting a golden light over them that made Annatar look holier than he had ever been.

They spent hours there, talking about nothing in particular: Annatar’s projects, Eonwë’s latest duties, whatever the latest gossip was in Tirion, whatever else came to mind. At some point Annatar closed his eyes, half asleep as Eonwë continued to talk.

“I love you.” he whispered against the crown of Annatar’s head. Annatar made a soft noise, turning to look up at him. His eyes shone.

“I love you too, Eonwë. Now keep talking. I want to hear more about Curumo’s visit to Ilmarin. I hope he made a fool of himself.”

Eonwë laughed, and launched into the story.

The future was better than he could have ever hoped.

#sauron #eonwe #my fic #eonwe/sauron #my slashy valentine

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eglerieth · 1 year ago

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#Lotr #silm #silmarillion #Maiar #poll #polls #eglerieth #tolkien

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nightmares-2 · 3 months ago

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Eonwë & Makalaurë 🩵

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mandhos · 1 year ago

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#eonwë #mairon #sauron #valinor #maia #silmarillion #tolkien

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magpiecaranthir · 2 years ago

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In the Tinwe captured early verse, her not feeling well before the second kinslaying so her and Caranthir staying back and both of them living instead of Caranthir dying.

Oh god yes. I want Caranthir to survive so badly bc tinwe deserves good things after going through so much shit.

On the other hand, here is a little draft I wrote when I couldnt sleep a few nights back lol. Like what would happen if he did not survive for whatever reason :)

Ranyatinwë dismounted. Her mount pawned the ground and she took some steps towards the camp.

Upon her and her brothers' arrival, the guards stood at attention, hands at their weapons and ready for attack.

She gave them a bored look. "You could not even draw your sword before I have you choking on your own blood," she said icily. "Where is the white-livered coward that led you here?"

She was met with silence.

Scoffing she took a few more steps forward.

The flap of a tent opened and out walked Arafinwe and Eonwe who had been in deep discussion about how to progress from this moment henceforth.

Arafinwe stopped when he saw Ranyatinwe, armed and armoured. "What a lovely surprise," he said mildly.

She looked at him. "I would rather hear it from someone whose family was not at the forefront of saying I would not see my majority and my masteries being a waste of resources because I would walk into Lórien before long."

Her eyes fell to Eonwe. She held out a hand. "The Silmarilli, if you please."

The maia looked at her. "As known to your kin, your right to the Silmarilli is void. They shall go to the West now from whence their light came."

"I have suffered for these jewels for five hundred and seventy years at the very hands and whims of your brethren while you brought your master tea and bread. Only to then lose my twin to the svum of doriath, too. To those who kissed an ainu's feet. Your kin did this. You cannot claim innocence either. Do you sleep well knowing you could have prevented it? Or do you wonder how much you could get away with? With being Manwë's herald I wager you could take a whip to my back like Sauron has done often and none would bat an eye."

Eönwe's face twisted into one of wrath and the air around them seemed to crackle with tension.

Behind them, her horse snuffed and threw its head.

She gave the maia a bored look. "You need to look like a Valarauka to scare me. Try again, perhaps with a flaming whip. Having had to fight them for entertainment leaves you quite devoid of respect for the likes of the Ainu."

She wiggled her fingers. "The Silmarilli. I will not ask a third time, seeing as you will never give me the third Silmaril either."

Upon being met with stoic silence, she giggled. "Very well. We shall be going. Would you like the twerps' heads on one pike or on separate ones?"

That recieved a reaction.

The peredhil gasped and squeaked "what" where they were seated on their own mounts beside Maedhros and Maglor.

Several guards gripped their weapons and Eonwe's face turned more wrathful.

"You will not harm them."

Ranyatinwe giggled. "The only reason I have not killed them and finally ended the Line of the egoistic manics Lúthien and Beren is that they were counted amongst children. As of a few months ago, they are counted amongst the adults. I do not murder children, but I murder adults. You will be finding their remains somewhere."

She turned and walked back to her mount.

"No," said Eonwë.

Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. "I will be getting the Silmarilli, then," she said boredly. "My fathers stolen jewels in exchange for the stolen boys. Until then they are ours to keep and mine to kill."

#ask box #deadqueernoldor's ask box

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hidden-lord-of-arda · 3 months ago

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Is there a canon character that your OC needs to ask forgiveness towards?

It depends on the timeline of events. Since there are two possible timelines that can happen.

The first one is probably Eonwë, since in the Battle of the Powers in the first age. He threatened to rip Eonwë’s wings off if he hurt Melkor too bad. And to this day the Maia is still scared of him of him doing that.

The second is probably either Sauron or Melkor, since he sees them as sons, he regrets not being able to do anything when they are defeated and put into the void.

#🥀 {mks} ~ rp

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aotearoa20 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I love your Eönwë-Mairon role reversal AU and have so many questions about it. 😃 How does Eönwë get brought into Melkor’s service? Is Mairon Manwë’s favorite Maia in this AU? Does Eönwë get a redemption arc and Mairon a villain arc in the end, or do they stay on their paths diverging from canon? Have a great day ☀️

Hey hey!! Ah I’m glad you liked it💜💜💜Ngl I can only answer a few, still figuring this one out but essentially Eonwe tries to persuade Mairon to stay in Valinor but when he fails he goes with him. He has to choose between his Lord and his brother both of whom he’d be distraught to lose. So Manwe, though he tries imperfectly to be impartial, does resent Mairon a lot when he comes back alone.

Melkor of course is delighted to have Manwë favourite m Maia in his service. He knows he’s only here for Mairon and has no qualms using him to get Eonwë to do thing he would never dream of doing otherwise. Mairon for his own part tries not to notice. He didn’t ask Eonwe to come after all, it’s not his responsibility and yet he can’t deny that he isn’t happy he was there

As for what happens to them in the end - I have no clue. My idea so far only reaches to around the flight of the Noldor. I was only really planning to post edits cause I swapped around some of the other Maiar as well but maybe I’ll post more if people are interested

Thanks for asking regardless! Hope some of my ramblings made sense😂😂

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thundernoblechristine · 1 year ago

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I was with you until you said Sauron is the most fuckable Maia. Eonwë is RIGHT THERE

we know that mairon is a little meow meow. so how about a mairon petting simulator.

you can pick whatever form you want for him and just pet him and touch him in different places and watch how he reacts to you. pick his wolf form and give him a belly rub. pick his cat form and give him ear scritches. pick his annatar form and watch him glow when you stroke his hair. you can pick his scary armor form too and listen to his DARK and EVIL voice telling you "oh, right there, that hits the spot, thank you, my servant". obviously there would be full voice acting for all the cute little noises mairon makes. you can choose other characters to play as like melkor and celebrimbor to get special voice lines. and there would be high-quality animations for every twitch of his ears and every time he bursts into fire from happiness.

also a bonus 18+ version because let's be honest sauron wouldn't be this popular if he wasn't the most fuckable maia in middle-earth

this game needs to be real, yesterday. you can't pet the dog in breath of the wild but you can definitely pet the sauron in mairon petting simulator

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eri-pl · 4 months ago

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Silm reread 23: the War of Wrath

Scheduling this reread post for the @morgoth-into-the-void-week. :)

So first, we are informed that our narative frame's source is the exiled Noldor (and Sindar, if I understand correctly), and they did not join the army marching North. They only learned the events later, in Aman.

So the host of the Valar was separate, the Noldor and the rest did not fight in the War of Wrath? At all? Why?

Also, I feel like this invalidates some fics, but I may be wrong. Anyway this feels strange.

The warriors "took shapes", so there were many Maiar in the army, I consider this confirmed, because I don't see how it can be read otherwise. [Unless translation messed it up]

They fight in Anfauglith, according to other sourced it lasts 50 years or so. wow. Also, the two armies are huge.

A few Balrogs escaped.

The Edain (the few that remained), in contrast to the local Elves, did join the war. Huh again. why the Elves did not?

Also, most Men were at the wrong side and the Elves hold a grudge about it. Even though, if I understand the text correctly, they themselves did not fight.

Morgoth is scared. How surprising. Winged dragons make a debut, but it soesn't help much. Earendil + all kinds of birds kil Ancalagon.

Oh, and speaking of birds: Elwing is on the ships, I would assume, with the Teleri. I would be very not surprised if Elrond and Elros meet her and they all have a long talk, and this is how the kidnap fam is dismantled (not leaving them with Gil-Galad, but letting them go to their actual mother. Who later sails back and then Elrond joins Gil-Galad. But this is purely a HC based on who was where.)

Only a few Balrogs and dragons escape (so that we can have some monsters in SA, or even, as we know, TA). The power of the Valar reaches deep into earth and cleanses it, I guess. Still, I am pretty certain that the Valar weren't there personally, just their Maiar.

Morgoth runs away, does all kinds of cringe cowardly stuff, nobody listenes to him, I have some second-hand embarassment reading this. The translation says his feet were cut off, which iirc I heard is kind of "Balrog's wings" thing, also for sake of Eonwe not looking bad I prefer to imagine just a regular "throwing him to the ground". ("but his feet were hewn from under him, and he was hurled upon his face" — English-savvy people, what do you think?]

Anyway I feel sorry for him, yes my brain is like that.

He is chained and his crown is replaced by a copy and stolen by Sauron for sake of appearing in Amazon's series reforged into a collar. I want to know by whom it was reforged, but the book does not tell me. Either some Valar were there (they can effectively teleport, from what is said in other places), or the reforging happenned in Valinor after Morgoth was taken there (the text doesn't sound like it), or some Maia of Aule did the reforging. It would be interesting if it was Curumo. Surely touching the thing won't influence him in a way that will bear its ugly fruit much later…

Also the Silarils are freed and glow under the sky. Hmm. They were not taken to Valinor, so the reforging clearly seems to take place in ME. So, was Aule there or did some Maiar do it?

"the two Silmarils […] shone unsullied beneath the sky; and Eönwë took them, and guarded them." Argh, because the Polish translation has it sounding like "were given to Eonwe to guard" I wrote a whole paragraph that now makes no sense. :/

Also, yes, clearly no Valar are there, it's the only logical reading.

All the Elves are summoned to Aman, as we know not all are enthusiastic, and we get to our guys Maedhros and Maglor (apparently without the twins now).

They don't go to talk to Eonwë, they send a messanger. Which sadly makes that one fic non-canon.

I wrote a long, convoluted "yelling on Maglor and hyping about things I should be writing inseat of just hyping" tangent, so I'll indent it, so you can skip it more easily. [Instead of deleting it. :) ]

My. guys. OK, I can get Mae who is crealy overriden by trauma here. But Maglor. My guy. Makalaure Canafinwe Feanarion. My. Guy. I get that you feel guilty towards your brother and all that, and he is triggered and "who knows what terrible things the Valar would do to us if we go against them. They would hang us from the mountain and nobody will come to save us and—" but my guy. You really would help him more by leaving him and just surendering to Eonwe. Also, my guys, this was already said, but you both get the -1th prize in category of "logic and basic inductive reasoning (if He hears us once, He will hear us again, and if not, the problem is not a problem)". But I get it, trauma turns the thinking brain off. Anwyay, Maglor, my guy. you are the worst at "being right". Becasue you are right but you do the wrong thing anyway,. MY GUY. I want to kick you. I am serisouly worried. I know the fandom wishes you all the best and ten times more, and so do I, but. My guy. You do need to put in some work. Because "having others solve your problems" never worked for you. So, I'm sorry but you will be put in Awkward Situations until you finally go against your family. Yes, this is harder when said family is dead, but we'll find a way. I know some people need help first, but ok you will have [or whatever tense] spend quite a lot of time in Rivendell first with your lovely kidnap-son but then you have to start behaving like an adult who makes his own decisions. And stop being codependent. And yes, in order to do that I am going to put you in the weirdest, awkwardest situations and also kinda scary situations ald many kinds of situations. And no, you are not going to have a glorious beautiful moment of redemption, because you're too much of a poet, you would focus on "how to describe it in a song" too much and miss the point. Also, I like giving my guys awkward situations, because, honestly, we deserve them quite well. So. you will feel like an idiot and do something so awkward that you will blush while explaining it to your dead brother and you won't be able to look him in the eye. Because. My guy. Don't worry though, you aren't even having the worst of my creative side. But. My guy. Seriously. You are a complete idiot (affectionate) and I want to kick you (affectionate).

Back to the reread proper.

So, those two. They sneak into the camp, in disguise. The camp awakens…. how did all the camp suddenly awake? Also, they are ready to die, the book says it, so @dfwbwfbbwfbwf it is canon and not only for Maedhros.

Eonwe lets them go freely, because… he is that kind, I guess? And/or knows that it will work out.

Maedhros (says the book) realized that Eonwe was right ant soF lost the right to the Silmarils. Also he is pretty clearly not in control of his actions (but he did maneuver himself there tbh)

Maglor is also burned and can't stand it, and we get the fan-loved Silm change-from-other-versions of "he wanders the shores so that we can write fanfiction of him". I want to hug him. But, also: Maglor you [beloved] fool.

Lot of Elves sail West, the Silamrils are gone and will not be joined until the world breaks (poor babies). The Elves from Belerians (the Exiles? the sindar? Both) live on Tol Eressea, and the Valar forgive them and Manwe loves them. the Teleri forgive them and the Doom is lifted.

OK, but then why do they live on Tol Eressea only???

By choice (more home-like)? To not pollute Valinor proper with their marring-influenced presence? Because the Vanyar threw a collective tantrum (yes, I hc the Vanyar to have some faults)? Just temporarily?

All of those make sense to me.

A list of Elves and again we are reminded that Elrond and Elros are very cool and special. (They are.)

Morgoth is thrown out the Door of Night into the timeless void (so probably not just outer space). Oh, the Valar did it.

So he was taken to Valinor.

I wish there was a fic on how scary-awkward-weird it was for the sailors of the ship that took him. OK, tbh there was probably more Maiar than Teleri, if any Teleri. But. It would be interesting. Especially with the Teleri having almost no experience with Morgoth. He is more like a legend to them, I think. So, scary-weird but also "hey, we are important and we'll be famous" maybe. Or maybe Ulmo just dragged him there.

There are guards on the walls o the world (huh?) and Earendil is keeping watch, which is strange considering that we are also told (in a place I can't find now) that Morgoth will not physically return (with a strange caveat). So, anyway: Morgoth gone but his lies are here still.

Quenta Silmarillion ends, we get a small … not even teaser, but after-the-credits paragraph about "hey maybe something will get Seriously Better but we don't know, Manwë and Varda probably know and Mandos did not tell anyone".

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