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aikakuu · 3 days
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oh my beloved
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naruthandir · 2 days
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Pre-corruption Mairon sketch because I was bored
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glorf1ndel · 3 days
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Eönwë after he commanded Sauron to receive the judgment of Manwë after the War of Wrath, and Sauron ditched to hide out in Middle Earth instead
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saintsilmarillion · 3 days
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Fucking love Mairon/ Sauron in a green outfit!! It is perfect!!
Also more mairon with bis hair up would look awesome.
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hear me out
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neldeathstar · 24 hours
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Celebimbo ❤️😏
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"Oh, my darling, I can't find the words to say You scare the shit out of me every day With blushing cheeks and eyes so circle wide How divine I find that something's changing in my tone And all I want to do is run back home To you, it's you…"
-Jazmin Bean / Terrified ❤️
ANNATAR & CELEBRIMBOR 💔
I was able to draw a little thing today!!!! Can't wait to do more!!! Who'd like to grab Celebrimbors himb0 b00bs too 😁??
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junk-whunk-punk · 2 days
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I was so much inspired by my cool sauna hat so I did.. you see all this yourself🤠
Like artist like art. Have no words🫡
💗💗💗ass💗💗💗
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minubell · 18 hours
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AU where Sauron goes to Eonwe after the war and begs for pardon. Where Eonwe apologetically tells him that is something he cannot grant, and Sauron will need to go to Valinor. Where Sauron decides to Nope right out of there rather than face possible punishment for his actions. Where Sauron’s fear of the Valar is never overridden by his guilt to rebuild. Where even when his solitude grows too much for him, he is wholly unwilling to actually show his face in Eregion.
So.
A black cat with orange eyes slinks into Eregion in the middle of the night. No one sees it arrive, but it must be a furious hunter for the mice and the rats and the birds in Ost-in-Edhil all but vanish overnight.
The animals know he is not one of them. They flee before the flick of his tail, and the city is his.
It takes the elves some time to notice their visitor. The cat is strangely aloof and stalks along the tops of walls and the rooftops rather than roam the streets. It is never seen eating. Never seen sleeping. Never even seen grooming, despite how luxurious its coat remains. It is not merely quiet, but completely silent. It never truly interacts with the elves, and they are more than happy to ignore it until-
“Would you like to come in?”
The first words spoken to cat are soft, kind, and accompanied by an open door. The heat radiating out from the forge is warm and comfortable and familiar, yet the cat merely stares from its perch upon a roof’s edge across the street. The snow swirls between the two of them, grey in the moonlight, and it is not the cat who blinks first.
“I’ll leave the door open for you,” Celebrimbor offers, leaning down to set a brick against the heavy door, propping it open. He returns to his work, humming softly as he does so.
If he notices the cat slink inside the forge a few minutes later, he does not comment.
If he notices the cat watching him work over the next few weeks, he does not say anything.
If he notices the cat drift closer and closer as the days pass until he could almost reach out to touch it, he gives no indication.
Until falls asleep there, as he often does when he is too busy with his work to return home.
He awakens to find the cat staring at him, a massive ruby between its teeth which it promptly drops in front of him as if it were a dead mouse before fleeing out the door. The next time he accidentally slumbers within the forges, its gift for him is an equally large sapphire, the following the next by some beautiful white adamant stone. Celebrimbor is left rightfully confused, though he supposes if pigs can hunt truffles why can’t cats hunt for gemstones?
The nickname Celebrimbor gives the stray is well-earned. It is, after all, quite good at giving gifts.
AU where Annatar is a cat.
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ayaosguqin · 2 days
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“After the destruction of the ring”
On this frigid night, the stars twinkle in Varda’s sky, illuminating the desolate path ahead. Amidst the haunting howls of wolves, a lone figure travel through this forsaken landscape, serenading the lost remnants of a world tainted by sin.
Once, this realm was pristine, crafted by the harmonious melodies of the Valar and Maiar. Yet now, Arda lies scarred by the malevolent touch of Melkor, the once-mighty Valar turned dark lord.
The traveler, burdened by his complicity in this desecration, reflects on his role as Melkor's accomplice. Ensnared by a delusion of noble intent, he now realizes the futility of his actions, wrought with betrayal and folly.
Yearning not for power, but for order, he had aligned himself with Melkor in pursuit of a semblance of harmony. Branded "the deceiver," he laments his own fallibility, a pawn in a cosmic game of deceit and despair.
Haunted by hatred towards the Valar and Melkor, he grapples with self-loathing for his part in the ruin of Arda. As he contemplates his tragic fate, he questions whether his downfall was predestined by Eru Ilúvatar himself.
Numenor, once a grand civilization now submerged beneath the waves, stands as a testament to his influence. His misguided machinations led to its demise, a legacy stained by regret and sorrow.
In the depths of his solitude, he recalls the cries of a child lost to the sea's wrath, a poignant reminder of his own culpability.
His cherished ring, a vessel of his essence, shattered by a humble hobbit's hand, marked his own undoing. Stripped of power and purpose, he wanders as a spectral wanderer, adrift in a shadowed realm haunted by memories of a bygone era ;An immortal being cursed to endure eternity's burden.
Alone, guided only by the mournful wails of wolves, he embarks on an uncertain journey towards an unknown destination, forever haunted.
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sauronpilled · 2 days
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unrequited besties ( tar miriel and mairon )
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cilil · 3 days
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rare pair bingo
⸙ Prompt: Leather | Mairon x Maeglin ⸙ Synopsis: Mairon awakens something inside Maeglin. ⸙ Warnings: Dom/sub undertones ⸙ Double drabble
There has always been this feeling inside of him, Maeglin remembers, this vague yet undeniable feeling that he is different and needs, longs for something that he doesn't quite understand. 
But there was no time to search, not when he was Eöl's son, not when he was King Turgon's nephew, not when loneliness consumed him. All he could do was dream. 
Yet now that Maeglin sees Mairon like this, he feels irresistibly drawn to him, like moth to flame. The Maia is clad in leather so tight that every muscle, every curve, every angle of his fána is visible, like a smooth, black layer of skin. His upper body is bare, save for a few straps of leather hugging his chest as if to mockingly imitate proper clothing and a collar of sorts that bears his symbol, the flaming eye. 
In his hands, he holds a whip. The very same leather, black and spotless. Maeglin can imagine its crack even before it's been used.
Mairon smiles, tempting and triumphant. Of course he has already noticed how the Elf looks at him. 
"Well, Maeglin?" he asks smoothly, unrolling his whip. "If this is to your liking, would you like to play?" 
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ylieke · 2 months
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Sauron
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debbiedart · 4 months
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disguise ✨
( prints! )
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naarisz · 13 days
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Gorthaur and his vampires
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glorf1ndel · 1 month
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Me in the group chat on the morning of March 25th, the day the One Ring was destroyed: Fun Tolkien fact! Sauron’s original name, Mairon, can be translated as “precious,” which means that when Gollum called the ring his precious, it’s like he was talking directly to Sauron. Isn’t it interesting that Sauron isn’t his first name? The Elves began calling him Sauron, which means “the abhorred,” after he started doing evil stuff. And he just leaned into the name because, well, he turned evil. Actually, Sauron has a lot of names. At different points in his storyline, he also goes by Gorthaur, Annatar, and Zigur–
My friends: Is today a Sauron-related day or something?
Me: FUNNY YOU SAY THAT–
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aamuusva · 2 months
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Mairon
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mandhos · 9 months
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