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doodle-pops · 2 months

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The Ainur | With Reader Experiencing Panic Attacks

Request: I've been like an overexcited Buddy the Elf since you announced requests open, I love them so unbelievably much, they make my week and sometimes my month. So if I may please make a little request... how do you think the Ainur would react if the reader suffers from panic attacks? - anon

A/N: I went with the classic bunch I usually write for, however, I found it difficult to come up with something for Melkor (because I couldn't picture him being patient or soft enough? Idk, if that's just me). So he’s out in this one. Enjoy!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Manwë

As someone gentle and nurturing when it comes to dealing with others, Manwë would be a wonderful individual to assess your panic attacks when they strike. Whether they come in waves of frantic panicking or silence, he’s observant and on the lookout for when an episode can arise. Hence why he has a hand in certain activities in your day-to-day duties to reduce any form of stress that would bring it on. This also extends to arranging secluded spots where you can be at peace and blend into nature.

If your panic attacks derive from traumatic events or stress, the Lord of Airs will do his best to ensure that you are never placed in situations where you can relive or entertain such build-ups. His eyes are always on your figure, not too close nor too far, as he observes the people you communicate with and the level of work you handle.

All in all, you’ve got someone who would invite his little bird friends to perform melodies to ease your pain, or the Lord himself would engage in leisurely activities for your sanity.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Irmo

The moment he enters you spot your figure, he’s aware that something is off. In fact, it was the reason why he was drawn to your presence in the first place, high levels stress of radiating strongly. Irmo would be worried about the blank look on your face as you’re staring off into the distance and your body slumps. He’s more familiar with the frantic forms of panic attacks, that this other outcome has him slightly worried. Just how much stress or possible trauma were you under at that very moment.

Communicating with you by calling out your name would come surprisingly at ease as you take glances at him with a lethargic expression. He could see that in your mind, thoughts were raging war rapidly to the point you could barely keep up with a single focal point, and he understood how you felt at that moment. He is tender and gentle as he calls out to you and informs you that he’s going to hold you closely to help bring you back into reality.

With Irmo, you get the opportunity to spend lots of time in his gardens to soothe your mind. He practically opens it to you and invites you to use it when the thoughts in your mind are colliding and creating a frenzy. There are moments, when he would pay you a visit as you’re relaxing to hold your hand and reassure you that he’s here and you not drifting off deep into your thoughts.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Námo

The Lord of the Dead would find the situation unfamiliar to him since his profession deals with souls and not of the flesh. When he faces you in your panicked state, panting and gasping for air as your eyes flutter like a storm around the room and clinging to some surface, his first thought is that you were harmed. Quickly rushing to your side, Námo would attempt his best to pacify your erraticism, placing his hands against your face to get you to focus on him while guiding your hands to his face to anchor yourself back to earth. It breaks his heart to eventually learn that it wasn’t an injury but rather a panic attack once his brother accessed your health.

As Námo now learns of what a panic attack looks like and has become familiar with it and how it can arise, he would arrange with his brother to pardon you visitations to his garden for peaceful moments while he was busy attempting to create one at his domain to surprise you upon your return. It’s difficult for Námo to find breaks in between his duties, but he tries his hardest to meet with you and spend more time conversing about any problems or possible traumatic experiences that can cause your panic attacks.

He would remedy incense, teas, and music for you, under the assistance of his brother and Lady Ëste. There would be more breaks in your schedule if stress is the cause and a higher demand that you relax and enjoy the beauty of life while leaving the heavier duties to him. While Námo would be eyeing you like a hawk, courtesy his Maiar who would be placed in charge of you, he would step in and handle your care on his own.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Ëonwë

The Herald of Manwë would be partially familiar with the dynamic of what serve panicking looks like after fighting alongside other elves who are more susceptible to such conditions. He may not have treated soldiers who suffered the attacks but witnessed the procedure, which is why when it occurred to you, he was able to access the situation. Swiftly he moves, but beneath his appearance, he’s panicking as well, as he captures your attention after noticing your symptoms. Using his wings, Ëonwë will embrace you in a hug and have them cocoon you both from the outside world.

His wings are one of the best sources to dealing with your panic attacks as it brings an extra sense of security and comfort. He normally uses his wings when he wants to shut the world (noises) out, so it comes in handy in a situation like yours. His hands are on your face as he guides your breathing to reduce your erraticism. The soft coos and a few chirps would slip out because his heart breaks at the sight of you appearing distorted.

Ëonwë would whisk you away to an enclosed area where it can simply be you and him without any distractions. He would spend the rest of the moment in tranquillity, lounging about the place with you in his arms, stroking your hair and watching as you sleep.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mairon

Confused and concerned at your state of silence, you blankly stare off into God knows where, probably the wall, as your mind turns into a battlefield of thoughts. At first, he’ll ignore you and believe you’re just being your usual self (weird), but as time passes and you’re still sitting there for almost an hour unresponsive, he becomes concerned. He’ll hover over you, unsure if to gently touch you or firmly shake you awake, instead, he settles on calling you. Mairon wouldn’t understand that it was a panic attack because he tends to experience erratic ones and is familiar with those.

However, after learning, he would be on the lookout anytime he notices you slumped with a blank expression and eyes distantly gazing into the unknown. His actions would be a lot more caring as he gingerly touches your shoulder or hands for you to grasp the concept of not slipping away too deeply into your thoughts. Mairon wouldn’t be an expert at having professional care, because how he deals with his own panic attacks isn’t for everyone, so he understands that being sensitive is necessary.

It’s one of the times when his tone changes, and so do his expressions as he tends to you. Might crack a few jokes to test the waters and see where you stand on the scale before advancing with the rest of his care. You might get him to stop for a moment with his plotting and crafting to sit with you in a quiet embrace and listen to your thoughts. A small kiss to your forehead before he sends you off to your shared chambers or gardens (if he has one appropriate to sit in) to spend the rest of the day.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 months

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May I have some Yandere Manwe and Yandere Irmo headcanons?

I must confess, I am still a bit lost when it comes to Deres, but I hope you like these all the same.

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Yandere Irmo will include:

Him dipping into your deepest thoughts and dreams without you even knowing. He will pry into every action, conversation, and meeting before making note of everyone you spoke to during the day.

This "need" to know will start from the beginning of him knowing you. This will continue long after you agree to be with him. Irmo justifies it as him protecting you and your interests.

If you ever learn of his spying on your thoughts and confront him, he will defend himself and insist he only does it for your own good, as you have no idea how much those others could hurt you.

What you don't know is that Irmo has even gone so far as to pry into the thoughts of those you interact with, searching for any crumbs he can find and use to his advantage.

He will take great care to show you the other person’s so-called dangerous thoughts, even fabricating false images after making use of his mastery over visions and dreams. He will then assert that this other other person is indeed harmful to you and convince you, little by little, to push that other person away from you.

"Do you see that, little moth?" He declares after showing you one conjured vision after another. "Do you see all the dark ways they fantasize about you while you carry out your tasks?"

Nothing gives him greater happiness than seeing his efforts have not gone to waste and that you agree with him.

“I am glad you agree with me, little moth,” he coos. “Now will you heed me and stay away from this person?”

Once you have successfully distanced yourself from that other person, Irmo will reward you greatly, especially granting whatever you desire during sex.

Yandere Manwë will include:

Him convincing you that everyone else will hurt and betray you, for he alone is free from evil and cannot comprehend it.

He will go on to insist that as the Elder King, he is duty-bound to protect you from all harm. Manwë will keep you within Ilmarin, confining you to the boundaries of its outer walls when you refuse to listen to him and try to leave.

“Come now, little dove, why do you need to leave me? Is a king not enough?” Manwë would grow glum and forlorn before gesturing to the slender towers and domes of the palace. “Is the magnificence of Ilmarin not enough?”

When you grow insistent on leaving, Manwë changes tactics. He will stop acknowledging you, ignoring you whenever you come upon him walking along paths and corridors, and even going so far as to ply you with guilt whenever you ask why he is doing all of this.

“How can I even look at you when you insist on leaving me,” he would lament. “And after everything I have done for you! Was your regard for me a lie?”

Manwë does not stop at mere words, however. He will find other ways to point out everything you would miss out on if you left him.

One of them would be to put you on a pedestal.

“Will anyone worship you like this little dove? Will anyone else treat you with complete adoration?”

Another way would be to get his attendants to play along.

“The king adores you like no other,” one attendant would say. “He looks at you like no one else exists,” another would say.

His words and actions soon have the desired effect. Manwë welcomes you with open arms when you come to him and declare that you will never leave him and that you are sorry for even thinking of leaving him. The king showers you with attention and riches beyond imagination as a reward.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being freed and Irmo returning you to the light

(This is an continuation for Imagine Mairon manipulating you to his side. You might wanna read it first. I thought giving it a wholesome ending after all the angst.)

Warnings; Angst at first, but don’t worry. It will get better in the end. Irmo being fluff and wholesome. ---------------------------------------------------------------

-It was finally over.

-The ring that sustained Mairon’s life got destroyed, so his spirit scattered as his tower fell.

-You couldn't help but cry with relief. After years of torture and servitude under Mairon’s cruelty, he was finally gone.

-You should have done something to stop the hobbits, but you didn’t. You wanted to be free.

-It was almost ironic. You have betrayed many people in your life, but now you have betrayed Mairon on purpose.

-Unfortunately, living in the darkness and constant pain has exhausted your strength and spirit.

-You were slowly dying, so you used your remaining strength to fly to one last place, Celebrimbor’s grave.

-The elves never managed to retrieve his body from the banner, so you buried him in a secret place even Mairon didn’t know about. It was all you could do for him.

-Your strength faded when you arrived at the place.

-You didn’t even have the strength to turn entirely back, so you laid there with your wings and scattered feathers which had already begun to fade in color. Once black raven feathers, now fading grey.

-Your ravens and crows cawed and flew around as they watched you.

-You remembered all the good moments you had with Celebrimbor and all the good things you could have if you weren’t a coward and allowed Mairon to influence you to his side.

-You silently wept as you remembered the day you betrayed Celebrimbor like it was yesterday.

-You wished nothing more than repay everything that happened to him, but that was most unlikely with your current state.

-The valars will not take you back, and your fea is too weak to exist anymore.

-You are going to die, and fade from existence, so you will never have a chance to apologize and redeem your actions.

-You glanced at the grassy mount and the stones you set up for Celebrimbor. Shedding your last tears, you apologized and bid him goodbye as death finally claimed you.

-Your two ravens landed beside you, cawing in sorrow. They rubbed their head against you affectionately for the last time. They knew your fate as your body lay cold, so they mourned in saddened tones.

-All the ravens and crows sat in the trees quietly, bowing their heads and remaining silent as they mourned for their former master.

-The grassy hill was then filled with mist, and white and silvery moths appeared, flying around.

-The dark feathered birds were startled when a new being appeared before your body, dressed in light colors and having a gentle expression on his face.

-His eyes softened as he looked down upon your lifeless body.

-” Oh, how long have you suffered, old friend?” His gentle voice graced the silence as he crouched beside you.

-Your two ravens were calm as they knew him. He was Irmo, your former master.

-He picked you up gently, your body puffing into dark mist upon his touch, slowly changing you into a pure white raven.

-He cradled you in his arms, smiling like reuniting with his lost child. He petted you gently as your fea was sustained by his own.

-” It’s alright now,” Irmo whispered. Your ravens sat upon his shoulders, looking at your form with wonder. They remained silent as they didn’t dare to awake you, but they purred in gratitude. Irmo smiled and looked at them. “Let us return home,” He said, disappearing into the mist with the ravens and moths.

-The valar of dreams brought you to his gardens, where he allowed you to rest upon the highest trees. He watched over you and weaved good dreams. He made sure your fea would not be bothered by nightmares.

-Your ravens and birds often watched over you while serving Irmo during your absence. He cared for them and in return, they aided him as dream bearers. They ate away the nightmares from troubled dreamers and brought them to him. It was their original purpose, after all.

-Many wondered about the mystery behind these birds when they crossed ravens in the gardens of Lorien, and some say they saw a white raven slumbering upon the highest tree.

-It was curious, but no one questioned it as Irmo only smiled and told them to let it rest.

-You slumbered for a long time. Irmo didn’t mind and was patient as he knew your fea needed to gain strength. You may sleep as long as you like. There was no rushing. And he will make sure your dreams were filled with nothing but light and happiness.

-You slowly awakened when you felt light and strength lift your eyes. You were confused as you awoke upon the nest. You remember your death, and you couldn't change forms for some reason.

-You were frightened by Irmo’s appearance after he noticed your awakening.

-He spoke to you softly and was seemingly happy that you awakened after a long time. He was kind enough to explain how he brought you back to the blessed lands.

-Many would have felt happy, but you felt ashamed.

-You have done horrible things and caused a lot of pain, and here you were staining the sacred land with your presence.

-You asked him to punish you. You were not worthy to stand in his presence after you betrayed him and killed one of your brethren.

-Irmo only looked at you with a smile and told you he had forgiven you for a long time.

-He was ashamed that he wasn’t there when you needed someone in your direst need of help, and it pained him to watch how you continued to suffer in middle earth, lost and making haste decisions without guidance.

-He apologized for that, but you felt guilt.

-You always made people suffer, and now your former master was apologizing.

-However, Irmo then said the other valars will forgive you if you return to serve and help the elves from here on out. Your current form and lack of powers shall work as a punishment.

-But if you serve him well and redeem yourself. You will gain some of them back as a reward.

-You were emotional and couldn't help but tackle him for a hug, accepting the offer a hundred times. Your wings wrapped around his neck while you were crying with joy you had not felt for ages.

-Irmo smiled and gently hugged you back. Your ravens cawed with joy.

-You then served him for many years. You fly around Aman, delivering herbs and medicines for those in need and standing on guard for nightmares.

-You became a little fairy tale story thanks to your white raven form. Elves tell if you see a white raven, it will protect you from nightmares and deliver medicine from Este herself, which was true.

-You didn’t mind the long flights or the hard work of keeping nightmares away. You were happy because you didn’t need to hurt or spy on anyone. Not anymore.

-And at the end of the days, Irmo allows you to rest and even sit on his shoulder. He would tell you good stories that happened during your absence, and you two would have long conversations about minor things.

-You didn’t mind because you were just happy to be in his presence.

-After some time, you did regain your ability to change form. Only into your humanoid-like form, nothing else. You had a pale appearance, and your hair mostly remained white like in your raven form.

-It took a lot of time to reconnect with those who knew you simply because you were still afraid and avoided confrontation.

-You might have done a lot of good lately, but it was hard to forget the past, and you self-reflect most of the time.

-Surprisingly, one day, you encountered the maia you accidentally killed. It was shocking because they have been alive for a long time and doing well. The valars managed to find a way to undo your petrification, which was a shock because you were never aware it was possible to undo. You always hated your ability because you didn’t know how to turn them back.

-You felt guilty, but then they apologized.

-They had forgiven you for the longest time because before you accidentally killed them with your power, they bullied and maimed you to snap. You had some problems with stress and emotions before and when you were in distress. They took the chance to taunt and mock you rather than help you deal with your problem.

-They felt guilty because their death was the cause of your downfall and suffering in middle earth.

-You felt confused at first, but you were glad because it gave you a chance to make up for what happened in the past, and you were able to let go of your guilt.

-You two ended up as close friends, and Irmo was incredibly proud of you and might have crushed you two with a hug.

-Things were looking up for you, and you slowly learned to forgive yourself, thanks to Irmo and your friends and ravens.

-Until one day, the one you wronged came.

-Celebrimbor was having a simple walk till he saw two familiar ravens.

-There was something oddly familiar about them, so he decided to follow them to the gardens of Lorien while trying to remember where he had seen them before.

-You were talking with your friend until you noticed the familiar dark-haired elf coming closer.

-Your heart panicked, and you looked around for a hiding place till you jumped into a tree before he could notice you. A couple of leaves fell from the tree you were in, and you held your breath as you watched Celebrimbor walk under you.

-There he was, alive and well.

-He stared at your ravens, then chatted a little with your friend, who was curious about your odd behavior but was kind enough to play ignorance to avoid revealing your presence to the elf.

-You missed his voice and almost melted when he spoke fondly about a dear friend he had during his life in middle earth, a lovely fellow who was friends with ravens and crows.

-Guilt struck your heart when you heard him mention that he never knew what happened to that friend. He hoped they were doing alright.

-When Celebrimbor finally left, your friend approached the tree and looked up to you, asking about your relationship with that elf.

-You melted against the tree, struck with guilt while you told them your story with Celebrimbor.

-Your ravens looked at you with pity and tried to comfort you.

-However, after that incident. Celebrimbor suddenly decided to visit the garden more often, following your ravens and birds while you tried to hide from him.

-He wanted to figure out the odd feeling he kept having. You tried to avoid him, but even with Irmo’s help, it was hard to sate his curiosity and make him leave.

-You didn't want to hide, but you were too afraid to face him after what happened. He didn’t even know that it was your fault that Eregion fell.

-Irmo tried to be supportive, but he began encouraging you to confront the elf.

-You wished to confront him, but your cowardly self didn’t allow that.

-One day, you were trying to enjoy the peace while your mind filled with scenarios that could happen if you decided to confront Celebrimbor. It made you anxious and deaf to someone approaching you from behind.

-Your heart stopped when you heard Celebrimbor say your name and stare at you like he saw a ghost.

-It took all of your willpower not to run away and hide, so you just took a deep breath and faced him. It was time to stop being a coward.

- “ Is that you,(Name)?” He asked as he slowly approached you, taking in your appearance, making you nervous. You silently sucked a breath and finally used your voice. “Hey…” You almost cringed. It sounded way too timid.

Celebrimbor’s eyes widened when he heard your voice and stopped. “You are a maia?” He questioned in disbelief. “I always was,” You answered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth,” You said, looking at him with guilt.

He only smiled. “It’s alright. I’m just glad,” He said. “I thought something terrible happened to you since I couldn't find you,” He added. “I know…” You said, feeling guilt because of the truth of your disappearance. “I just left,” You spoke.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

Celebrimbor was quiet for a moment. “It was wise of you to leave. Because if you heard what happened. Things got rough in Eregion. It turned out everyone was right about Annatar, or Sauron since Annatar wasn’t his real name,” He smiled. You almost frowned.

“You look well,” He said. “I presume you’re the little white raven people spoke about?” He questioned with a smile. “Is it bad?” You asked, feeling uncertain about your appearance since you used to look different in his eyes. “Of course not, I just thought,” He said with a chuckle.

“Sorry…” You looked down. “No, there’s no need to apologize,” He said. “But I am curious, though. Have you possibly been avoiding me?” He asked. You almost jumped and tried to think of an explanation. “What makes you think that?” You asked back. “Well, Huginn and Muninn had to belong to someone I know,” He chuckled and pointed at your two ravens, who were watching from a tree. “They have been leading me around until they brought me to you,” Celebrimbor added.

You stared at them with disappointment and betrayal.

-Luckily, your encounter that day went well.

-You started seeing each other and simply enjoyed each other’s company like all those years.

-Irmo watched from the side. He wanted to see if everything was going well and encouraged you to keep talking with Celebrimbor. It was your chance to make peace with the past.

-However, if things get out of hand, he wants you to call out for him, and he will deal with the rest.

-You felt comforted and also uncertain. Seeing your master in the background while Celebrimbor was unaware didn’t sound like a good idea. Is this how children with protective parents felt?

-You did heed your master’s advice and kept talking with Celebrimbor. Even though; watching your master hide and spy on you two felt a little awkward.

-Things with you and Celebrimbor soon got better. He often visited the gardens to see you, and you see him as a raven during your flights.

-You felt happy to be around him again and sure enough to tell Irmo to stop spying on you because now it just felt embarrassing. You were not a newborn.

-Things might have grown that your old feelings for the elf came back.

-You were hesitant to show them because of what happened last time, but Celebrimbor didn’t make it easy.

-You two often spoke about the fond things that happened in the past. You two especially missed your little human friend who helped you two together. Celebrimbor wasn’t sure what happened to them and thought they perished during the fall of his land. He felt guilty about it, so you told him your little human friend lived a good life and even had some descendants

-You knew because you took them away before the attack and left them in a safe settlement.

-You felt disappointed with yourself because you wanted to admit the truth to him.

-When he described his experience during the fall of eregion. It seemed he wasn’t aware that you had a part in it.

-Playing ignorance felt painful, but Irmo advised it might be for the best at the moment. You should tell Celebrimbor the truth when the time feels right.

-It didn’t leave your mind for a while, and you constantly thought about the moment when you have to tell Celebrimbor the truth and face his possible anger and rejection.

-You were scared but decided you would prepare yourself. You will not run away this time.

-You love being in Celebrimbor’s presence, hoping to see him smile every day. It brings you joy, so you enjoy it while it last before you eventually confess to him the truth.

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cilil · 1 month

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I like to hc that, much like us (the fandom), the Valar also have their blorbos and special little guys.

Manwë is (canonically) besties with the Vanyar, Ulmo with the Teleri, Aulë with the Noldor, plus of course his Dwarves. Varda is the fan favorite of all Elves and loves them (she got so excited about them in Lost Tales, it was so cute).

Oromë brought the Mearas as a gift and got super excited that an entire kingdom of horse girls was formed. He loves the Rohirrim and sometimes disguises himself as one of them to sneak into their hunting parties. Vána is in on it too.

Yavanna and Irmo absolutely adore Hobbits and blessed them with a great love for quiet countrysides and the charming ability to just enjoy life and its good things. Irmo also visited them in disguise and brought pipeweed to make friends. Aulë and Yavanna ship Bagginshield.

Nienna, as usual, loves everyone, but has a special soft spot for Orcs because they need someone on their side. She probably adopted them already and forced Námo to go along with it and let her have them whether he wanted to or not.

#might add more later #manwe #ulmo #aule #varda #orome #vana #yavanna #irmo #nienna #valar #ainur #headcanons #my headcanons #wholesome headcanons #silm #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings

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giaffa · 1 year

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final concept for Irmo

#headcanon is: looking at the stars in his headpiece makes you sleepycozy #and those tiny round things are like lanterns (?) I still have to figure out how to draw them #tolkien #tolkien art #sketches #silmarillion #the silmarillion #the silm #silm art #silmart #irmo #lorien #irmo lorien #valar #giaffa's art

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edensrose · 2 years

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Tolkien characters when they’re s/o falls asleep in their lap? Amazing work as always❤️

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· ⊰ synopsis. thranduil, legolas, mairon, melkor, manwë, irmo, námo and fëanor's reaction when their s/o falls asleep in their lap

· ⊰ note. absolutely! thank you <3

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THRANDUIL

ʚ He had promised to be with you in a moment, he just wished to finish a few more things and then would pay all of his attention to you. Thranduil allowed you to cuddle up in his lap while he worked

ʚ Wouldn’t realise you fell asleep until after he finished and called out your name - but received no response

ʚ Feels a little bad when he sees that you ended up falling asleep. Did he really take that long?

ʚ He slowly picks you up, putting you under the covers and pulling you to his chest

ʚ Plays with your hair a little before he too falls asleep

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS

ʚ You were both stargazing. Legolas was rambling on about some quest and as intrigued as you were - you couldn’t help but fall asleep to the sound of his voice

ʚ He would notice fairly quickly. At first trying to keep you awake as he wished to spend more time with you - but when he saw how precious you looked with your sleeping expression, he decided against it

ʚ Doesn’t get up, instead admiring how you snuggled up into him, the moon shining down on your face, you looked so peaceful

ʚ Probably leans down and peppers little kisses to your face, before bringing you closer and also falling asleep beneath the stars

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON

ʚ He let you sit in his lap whilst he worked on his eyeliner as you had wished to learn a thing or too. You tried to pay attention, to listen to his little instructions - but he was just so warm. You ended up drifting off

ʚ Mairon was a little irritated over the fact that you fell asleep whilst he was trying to teach you something

ʚ Probably even had half a mind to wake you up. He moves to shake you awake but immediately freezes up with the way you snuggle up into his chest and breathe his name out in comfort

ʚ He’s still, trying to wonder why that alone gave him so much butterflies. But he pushed the thought aside, wrapped his arms around you and admired your sleeping form

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMELKOR

ʚ He was on his throne with you in his lap. Not particularly doing anything as he was a little busy talking to one of his subjects. Melkor is much bigger than you in size so you always felt quite comfortable within his lap - so much so that you fell asleep

ʚ Only takes notice when the person leaves and he turns to speak to you but receives no answer. A part of him almost thinks that you’re ignoring him

ʚ Practically shakes you awake - only to hear your whine before you huff, snuggle into his chest and fall back asleep

ʚ That’s when he realised that he more or less woke you up. He remains still, unsure whether he should take you back to the room or wake you up again

ʚ He’s so unsure that he just ends up staying there, arms around you. Did you feel so safe with him that you would fall asleep on him? He quite liked that thought

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMANWË

ʚ You were cuddling up to him after a long day, and he returned them all gladly. He often sang to you when you’ve had a rough day and that’s exactly what he did now - how couldn’t you fall asleep?

ʚ He almost felt his heart explode when he felt you limp into him and nuzzle into his chest. He glances down to confirm his theory and yes - you were asleep

ʚ Smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your head, calling you his perfect little dove before wrapping his wings around you to provide even more comfort

ʚ Stays there with you, not necessarily falling asleep and rather continuing his little lullaby. Most likely puts off a duty or two, telling Eonwe to handle them. How could he give up this little bundle of joy in his arms?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IRMO

ʚ He was braiding your hair whilst you told him about your day. Needless to say you were rather exhausted and just wanted to cuddle up to your dreamy ( literally ) boyfriend

ʚ Seeing as how distressed you were, Irmo allowed his powers to come into play whilst he spoke to you. Sowing a little sedative in his words to try and bring your form into slumber - and it worked

ʚ He doesn’t usually use this on you much, but today you were practically fighting to stay awake despite your evident exhaustion, he couldn’t allow you to neglect yourself

ʚ Brings you into his arms, peppers a few kisses along your neck before curling up in the little spot in his garden to take a nice long nap with you

ʚ Spooning! Irmo absolutely loves it. You fit so perfectly with him

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ NÁMO

ʚ He took you along to a little meeting with his maiar, not exactly expecting it to drag on for so long. You always felt most comfortable in his lap - and ended up falling asleep before the end of it

ʚ Námo only really noticed when one of his maia points out and takes a few moments to stare down at your sleeping form. Half not knowing what to do, half silently admiring

ʚ He ends the meeting after a few more moments, leaving his subjects a little surprised - but pleasantly so when they saw him standing to his feet and scooping you up in his arms

ʚ Tries his hardest not to wake you - and when you stir he lowers his typically intimidating and deep voice to hush you back to sleep

ʚ He takes you back to his resting chamber and finds his bed, not once removing you from his lap

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFËANOR

ʚ Let you sit in his lap whilst he sketched out some designs for forging new weapons. He was explaining to you the process and rambling on about the craft that he adored so much - you almost felt bad for falling asleep, but how could you not when listening to his voice and heartbeat?

ʚ Saw that you had fallen asleep and stopped everything he was doing in an instant - should he feel offended that you fell asleep?

ʚ He wanted to, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Not with how adorable you looked snuggling up to his chest

ʚ Fëanor curses a little under his breath - he’s going soft. But the smile on his lips would tell anyone that he did not mind, especially if it was for you

ʚ Places everything down and wraps his arms around you, watching the fire in his forge whilst he rests his chin on your head and murmurs how much he loves you

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Ethics of Creating/Adopting/Influencing Sentient Life, as Ignored by the Valar

It's been a steady headcanon of mine that most Valar have their own form of sentient life that they had a metaphysical hand in shaping. Is this because I feel like everyone gets jilted bc of the big three? Yes. Is this how I explain all of the weird one-off things in the Hobbit? Also yes. No particular order here, just vibes.

Manwe: Giant Eagles, obvious, he asked his Parent's permission first.

Aule: Dwarves, also obvious, did not ask permission from his Parent but they ended up splitting custody so a pretty good deal all around. (Also maybe made sure that the possibility for AI was in the Song. Is very excitedly awaiting his robot children.)

Yavanna: Ents, again obvious, asked her Parent's permission, got it, dunked on her husband. Ents are strange because they aren't so much plant-like sentients as decidedly sentient plants. Most everyone but her (and Vana) are kinda weirded out by this.

Vana: Hobbits. With some input from Yavanna and Nessa. I know the prevailing hc in the Hobbit fandom is that it was Yavanna for those sweet Aule/Yavanna Dwarves/Hobbits parallels, but I feel like Vana's Domains fit them better. She didn't (technically) Create them, she was just wanting to make her own People without getting in trouble, and Yavanna offered sisterly advice in the form of "Evolution was already Sung, so if you just guide that evolution a little and happen to get a new People out of it... well, whoopsies, who'd've guessed ;)". Nessa, of course, heard about this and insisted on helping her girlfriend out. No one knows how Hobbits came from Humans, because it makes very little logical sense. This is why. Also she coopted mushrooms from Melkor and those things are if not sentient at least getting there.

Orome: The Beornings. Vana was like "LOOK WHAT I'M DOING :D!" re. evolution (and Magic/Song shhhh) and Orome went "SICK! I WANNA DO THAT!!" but didn't want to put quite as much effort in (he's busy) so he took a group of humans and was like "Ok you can have awesome disney princess bear powers for the low low cost of not technically being human anymore" and they all went "well, best not to reject gifts from gods, also that sounds cool, so sure I guess?" Some adaption/evolution was also involved, which Nessa helped with.

Nessa: See Vana & Orome above. She's the reason Hobbits have the crazy high stealth bonus, and the reason for the whole bear-dancing thing the Beornings do. Also I'm pretty sure she came up with an idea for talking animals really early on, carefully and subtly implemented by her, Orome, and Yavanna.

Tulkas: Giants. Orome and Vana and Nessa were all like "DUDE LOOK WHAT WE'RE DOING ISN'T IT COOL!" and Tulkas was like "YEAH THAT'S SICK BABES! GREAT JOB!" and they were like "don't you want to try? OwO? give us more niblings to dote on?" and he figured "hey, might as well, that sounds dope". He got Aule's help (bc experience w/ sentientifying rocks) and managed to accidentally find a bunch of new loop holes in the "Thou Shalt Not Casually Create Sentience What Are You Guys Frankenstein Or Something" doctrine. Manwe was like "...why" and Tulkas was like "Look, there's not even triple digits of them, their sentience is debatable at best, and it makes Arda cooler. Surely you want Arda to be cool? Also they throw rocks around!" And Manwe had bigger problems to deal with at this point and gave up. This is why giants are fighty.

Namo: Did NOT create sentience are you kidding? It's bad enough that SOME moron Sung the possibility for Necromancy into Arda (interesting as it is he desperately wants to slap the Maia who came up with that idea. it's So Much Work, and ever since Humans first woke up he has been So Busy. this is what he gets for wanting to micromanage the Death system), he's not creating MORE work for himself. He has technically adopted sentient life in the form of Spirits. He staunchly ignores anyone who tries to point this out.

Nienna: Did not create sentience but has adopted the Orcs. The ones that were corrupted elves can heal with a lot (a LOT) of time and therapy in Mandos, but orcs do end up as a separate People. A People who is Nienna's now. They're her babies. (Yes, this is a Threat.)

Irmo: As creator of dreams he occupies a very weird place re. creating sentience, since he's technically actively influencing it at all times regardless. Has not made a People but did very quietly figure out how to make not-quite-Maiar. He didn't make many, but there are a few Wishing Spirits in unexpected places.

Vaire: Similar to her husband, she's too busy to create sentience, and doesn't want that responsibility anyway. Perfectly content with being a mentor-friend to her Weavers, no desire to be a mom.

Este: Has not created sentience but did help Aule work on robot bodies once she learned about his little project. Is not a mechanical engineer, but can pass pretty well as a bio-engineer. Plus she needs to learn how to heal all the Peoples, not just organic ones. (They keep the project quiet.)

Ulmo: He was to busy trying to help the Original And Intended Children to make anything of his own. Did several of his Maiar figure out Fully Incarnate Bodies? Yes. Did they also figure out how to have kids? SOMEHOW, yes. Did these kids become their own People? Yes. Is this Ulmo's problem now? Yes. Anyway that's how mermaids happened.

Varda: She is competent and respectable. Are her constellations sentient? That's between them, her, and her Maiar. She's worked out the logistics on her own, thank you very much. No need for worrying about afterlives or whatnots, she's got it covered. (She just wanted some kids, ok? And it's so much easier if she isn't the only one watching over the skies of Arda.)

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and-the-stars-collided · 1 year

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Feelings I associate with the Valar:

Melkor — the pleasant sinking feeling deep in your chest as you look down at the ground from something tall

Manwë — the "boom" in your heart when you hear a firework explode

Varda — the safeness you feel when you see the moon shining

Ulmo — the feeling when you finally adjust to the cold of the ocean

Aule — the pride of building furniture by yourself

Yavanna — the surge of need to protect a child you love

Orome — the horror-struck feeling when you are alone and everything is too quiet

Nienna — the absent feeling when you are doing something enjoyable and then suddenly feel like the world is falling down around you

Námo — the bolt of panic though your body when you hear a strange noise in the night

Irmo — the giggle in your chest when you were given a sip of wine as a child

Este — the calm of having someone brush your hair

Vaire — the buzz of your fingers opening a package you had been waiting for

Vana — the rush of euphoria when you open your window in the morning and everything smells green

Tulkas — the anticipation as you wait for someone to realise you pranked them

Nessa — the funny feeling in your stomach when you see the sun outside your window and realise you've stayed up all night

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mad-hermit · 1 year

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What I headcanon the twisted versions of his brethren's gifts Melkor has.

Manwe: Typhoons & violent winds/storms

Varda: Radiation

Ulmo: Ice

Aule: Earthquakes & rust/corrosion

Yavanna: Mires, bogs and the like, mushrooms & carnivorous plants

Vana: Entropy

Orome: Enslavement

Namo: Violent death, murder & freak accidents

Vaire: Stagnation

Nienna: Fear

Irmo: Nightmares

Este: Poisons

Tulkas: Idk Tulkas seems to be more hands-on (pun intended) while Melkor seems to like others doing his dirty work for him?

Nessa: Melkor's bad at dancing? lol idk

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gerardspuppy · 1 year

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Thoughts on the Valar and Maiar and their styles from someone who knows nothing about fashion beyond "diy everything".

Manwe and Varda - All white, very swoopy very fine fabrics, sometimes translucent, often skin tight with flowy skirts or sleeves. Not the most practical or comfortable looking but beautiful, white corsets and tiaras, lots of white glitter absolutely everywhere, on clothes, makeup, skin, hair, etc. Mostly minimalistic silver jewelry. White feathers appear a lot. (Wearing all white also helps to cover up the presence of bird shit on your clothes but they would never say this out loud).

Aule and Yavanna - Full on hippie look, bright colors and messy patterns, chunky jewelry with various wooden beads or gemstones, patterned headbands, large loose pants and shirts, lots of organic looking designs, goggles with tinted lenses, messy hair, usually done up in Maiar of Aule and loose in Maiar of Yavanna. Maiar of Aule also switch to leather work clothes and metal welding masks in the forges when required.

Orome and Vana - Who needs clothes anyway?? Lots of animal pelts flung hastily on, various pigments (blood) used as war paint like makeup, but otherwise not much in the way of style. Very practical clothing is favored, stuff which is loose, blends in with the forest, and is easy to move around in. They often wear animal masks carved out of wood with designs painted on.

Irmo and Este - Pastel colors, poppies are very popular both as crowns or as designs, dreamy, hazy patterns often depicting moths or owls, thick veils and shawls, long night gown like robes, bare feet or comfortable slippers, iridescent colors, pale pinks and oranges like sunsets, hazy greys, blanket like capes with moths wings on them.

Namo and Vaire - Black so dark you can't make out form, long veils that you can see nothing through, low hoods, no jewellery, no visible faces or hair or skin, dark silk gloves that are incredibly soft and make you want to take their hand, dark slippers that make no sound, the occasional glimpse of smokey breaths from behind the veil, no patterns, utter emptiness. Vaire weaves their clothes out of darkness and death itself.

Nienna - Extremely simple, drab clothing and colors, lots of greys and browns and dark greens, translucent veils which are often the only decorated part of the outfit and have patterns of weeping eyes or bones on them, thick comforting fabrics, often with hoods, the Maiar are always ready to shrug off a layer of their clothes to give to any who need it more.

Tulkas and Nessa - Clothes that lend themselves well to movement, whether that be dancing or fighting. Lots of bright reds and warm colors, often no shirts with loose pants, or close fitted sleeveless shirts. Many belts and loops to hang ribbons or weapons or maybe both from. Armored masks are often seen, in the shape of a deer to honor Nessa. Colorful ribbons and small metal charms for luck are braided into the hair.

Ulmo - Very few clothes but most are made out of dead sea animals. Skin tight suits of seal skin, shiny objects and seabird feathers as jewellery to attract fish, glittery body paint swirled around to mimic the shapes in seashells. Fish scales are sometimes stuck to the body or to clothing. Any fabrics used are rough and stiff to survive prolonged salt and sun exposure, and are thick enough to withstand stings from any sea animals. Sea urchin spines are stuck onto clothes as defense, and the most fierce Maiar have the fins and spines of dead lionfish stuck to their clothes, kept alive and potent through magic (mishaps and accidents happen much more frequently than anyone wants to admit). Extremely bright colors in everything that they wear, often for non everyday wear clothes many colorful frills and tendrils are attached to mimic the looks of certain fish and sea slugs.

Melkor - The original punk rocker of Arda. All black clothes, often form fitting, leather gloves and straps, silver or black jewellery everywhere, especially rings and piercings, teased gothic hair, masks with horrifying blank expressions and horns protruding out of them, heavy gothic or death metal makeup, metal spikes absolutely everywhere, thick heavy duty boots. Very gruesome designs often depicting severed bodyparts, bodies deformed through torture, and rotting bones. Parts of bodies are often mummified and used as accessories, especially hands, eyes, or entire heads.

Bonus third age Sauron because he was practically a Vala in his own right by then and Mordor followed his look - Steampunk, grotesque rotting bodies held together by beautifully polished metal parts, metal armor hammered into the very flesh of soldiers, lots of golds and reds, gold piercings and rings (hah), bodies half split open and their whirring mechanical insides visible through the flesh, steam rising from every surface, elegant, tight fitting black fabrics with red and gold accents.

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doodle-pops · 1 month

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Hi Mina! I was just curious what you think Úmaiar (fallen Maiar) are like depending on what Valar they used to serve? I saw a HC that Succubi/Incubi are Úmaiar who were formerly under Irmo's domain and that makes ALOT of sense. I also HC that Maiar who follow Varda and Oromë are least susceptible to corruption because Varda is the embodiment of the polar opposite of Melkor and Oromë is also heavily against evil. Other than Aulë, whose Maiar do you think are most susceptible to corruption?

Howdy! I had to put a great deal of thought into answering this question because I've never thought about this before. I couldn't answer them based on who I believe would be easily susceptible to corruption, but rather what the Úmaiar of each of the Valar would be like. Forgive me if it doesn't sound 100% right (they're all mushed).

Irmo:

From what I know, the fallen Maiar were mostly Balrogs and other spirits. You mentioned the Incubi and Succubi as Irmo's fallen Maiar and it sounds about right with that one. There could be those who bring an unnecessary amount of nightmares for terrorising purposes and trap people in the dream realm, those who are the spirits of confusion, and trickster spirits.

Námo:

With Námo, he can have spirits who terrorise both the living and dead; hunt the souls of the recently dead and devour them. Some might commit desecration of the recently dead; messing up their burial sights to prevent the souls from properly crossing over.

Yavanna:

This one is from a headcanon I saw on Yavanna (can't find it), but an Úmaiar of Yavanna can be those who create poisonous plants and those like the Venus Fly Trap. I picture the Valar concept of good/safe to be beautiful creations, so imagine when these corrupted spirits create such beautiful plants but they turn out to be harmful to both people and the environment.

Ulmo:

Ulmo might have sirens or the carnivorous version of his regular merfolks who don't follow the rules of the ocean which is to keep sailors safe. These guys hunt for the flesh of men/elves and cause most of the shipwrecks just to devour sailors. There might be other monstrous sea creatures as well.

Nessa:

This one is a wild thought, but I pictured a corrupted Melian for this one. Since it was she who taught the birds how to sing, I can picture a corrupted version of her singing songs of enchantment to lure travellers into the deep forest and steal the essence from their souls to preserve/strengthen herself.

Oromë:

I can picture some of Oromë's Maiar being corrupted, and I enjoy using references from Ossë who is known for being tempered and was easily persuaded by Melkor. A few of Oromë's hunters and Maiar who take the form of beasts could be a few of the beasts Melkor had created. Also this could be the start of Chimeras appearing in Middle Earth.

Stripping their true form and recreating their darker versions, or those who were willingly corrupted, enjoyed the idea of hunting; the thrill, the chase, and joined Melkor because he offered them the opportunity to hunt without restrictions and bask in the thrill. So now you have these 'hunters' who ride out to capture elves and men.

Manwë:

I assume any Maiar of Manwë would simply become dark versions of themselves. Mostly fighting against the Valar the same way Mairon left Aüle, I picture Eönwë doing the same (I imagine his wings turning black). Perhaps some of Manwë's eagles changed their forms to appear more menacing and become spies. I like to picture some of Melkor's first dragons were the corrupted versions of Manwë's eagles who were caught and tortured.

I couldn't think of any for Tulkas, Nienna, and Ëste. Furthermore, as mentioned, Varda Maiar would be the least susceptible to corruption, and we already have two of Aüle's Maiar dancing the lambada, so there you go.

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novemberthecatadmirer · 1 year

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I will not accept the “elves dreamed alone about their past life in Mandos in darkness”

Unless that’s not any ordinary dream maybe Irmo collaborated with Námo and invented dream-network

They had to give elves both isolation and socialization opportunities those are both important parts of healing

(And lots of therapy and group counseling sessions)

(Maiar writing papers on how to better improve the healing experience for elves)

(Pamphlets distributed to every new Maia in Mandos on how to handle 100 difficult situations and ask for help) (Feanorians were responsible for at least 20 of them)

I think Mandos was a place that kept changing and kept evolving. Ainur slowly learning and understanding more and more about elves.

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cilil · 11 months

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Manwë, Varda, Oromë, Námo and Irmo; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: Dom/sub dynamics/undertones, predator/prey kink, soul sex

Warnings: Possessive themes, bit of rough foreplay and sex, smut/suggestive

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who voted on my recent polls. I'll be trying out a bit of a new format, combining headcanons with small scenes/imagines, with this one and hope you'll find it enjoyable. If there are other characters you'd like to see for this, feel free to suggest and keep an eye out for future polls!♡

Manwë

ଘ The Elder King is a romantic lover and enjoys courting you, though even during these early stages he finds ways to subtly claim you for himself: He showers you with gifts like jewellery with sapphires (his signature gemstone), robes in his colours, objects decorated with feathers or bird-shaped items and writes poetry for you which he recites and sings for you both in private and in public.

ଘ Once Manwë has successfully conquered your heart, he makes sure to publicly display his affection for you by making you sit on his lap, kissing you and wrapping his wings around you at every opportunity.

ଘ In the bedroom, little remains of Manwë's calm, serene demeanour. He loves marking your body with his talons, covering you in love bites and engaging in breath play to make you feel just how much you need his element - need him.

ଘ Manwë has a breeding kink that gets particularly strong when he's in heat or nearing it and loves filling you up to make sure that his essence remains inside you as long as possible and his scent stays on you, deterring any other suitors from approaching you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Your lips part to release a soft gasp when Manwë pulls you closer and presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, biting and sucking gently to leave blossoming marks. His mighty talons draw patterns on the naked skin of your back, causing you to arch and lean into his embrace; he is careful not to hurt you, though you already know you will be covered in thin red lines once he's done with you.

"My little dove," Manwë croons between kisses, his voice deceptively soft; he caresses you like a warm, gentle breeze, though you know a mighty storm is slumbering underneath his calm exterior, ready to be unleashed, should anyone else attempt to touch what is his.

"Yours," you whisper. Your hands claws at his robes as Manwë continues to mark you as his for all to see; the Elder King's mate and lover that no other would ever dare to lay claim to.

Varda

✧ The Queen of Stars is often absent from the daily affairs of Valinor in favour of tending to her creations in the depths of Eä, but she makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to even when she's not present.

✧ Varda loves giving you pretty necklaces, bracelets and other jewellery adorned with charms that are filled with her starlight, protecting you and burning anyone who attempts to touch you without her permission.

✧ When she makes love to you, she ensures that you will remember her touch and others see the marks she left on you as will - in case anyone was doubting that you are hers - by painting luminous constellations on your skin with her fingers, twinkling little stars reminiscent of notes in a song of her love for you.

✧ Varda also gives you water from her wells to drink, enjoying the thought of her essence filling you and providing you with light and refreshment. She will stop at nothing to make sure the powers of darkness and evil stay far away from you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"Hold still, my little light," the Queen orders, pushing you down and into the soft sheets of her bed with gentle authority.

You blink nervously when you see the tip of her index finger glowing with sacred, primordial light, ready to paint the canvas of your bare chest with tiny, glittering stars.

"Will it hurt?"

Varda smiles and leans down to kiss your brow. "Of course not. There is no evil in your heart, dearest; my light would never hurt you."

Her starlit touch is hot, and for a moment you fear it'll sear your skin, but as soon as she begins caressing you, reminiscent of the gentle strokes of a paintbrush, the sensation changes to a comfortable heat. You raise your head to watch as she turns you into another one of her masterpieces, and your beloved Queen looks pleased whenever her nimble fingers elicit small noises from you, her luminous eyes holding your gaze while she slowly works her way lower and lower.

Oromë

♘ Oromë is a hunter with all his heart, so once he has caught you, he certainly won't let anyone take away his favourite prey. He loves giving you trophies from his hunting trips to wear as accessories, a not-so-subtle message to all that you now belong to him.

♘ But that won't satisfy him for too long. The huntsman of the Valar is a wild and passionate lover and covers you in bite and scratch marks every time he takes you, making sure they are visible too.

♘ Oromë loves all sorts of cuddling and physical affection and actively initiates it whenever an opportunity presents itself. While this is certainly done for his and your enjoyment, he also wants others to see that you are his and his alone and ensure that his scent will be all over you even when he isn't around, in order to ward off unwanted attention from other suitors. For the same reason, he also breeds you thoroughly.

♘ If you are a good little pet for him, Oromë will reward you with a lovely collar he made specifically for you, letting everyone know that he has claimed you and intends to keep you.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Oromë's large hands hold on to your hips with a strong, bruising grip that has you whining into the moss below. You already know not to expect mercy whenever you play his favourite game of hunting and catching his prey, a symbolic earning of his right to claim you.

"What a lovely little deer," Oromë purrs and leans forward to bite the juncture between your neck and shoulder while he enters you with the fierce determination of a feral beast.

Your cries and moans only spur him on to thrust deeper and harder, his hands keeping you in place with the strength and steadiness of an experienced hunter. As far as you know, you two are alone in this part of his woods, yet something tells you that he wouldn't mind if one of the other hunting parties found you – to see him taking you, marking you, filling you with his seed to ensure that his scent you be on you for days to come.

Námo

☯ The mark of a Fëantur may be subtle, though no less intense than those visible on your skin. Once Námo has taken you as his lover, he binds your fëa to his, leaving an echo of his song and a ghost of his touch with you wherever you go. Those proficient in ósanwe and/or attuned to spiritual matters feel the Doomsman's presence wherever you go, no more than one call through your bond away.

☯ Nevertheless, Námo knows that not all Incarnates are able to sense and heed his silent warning, so he also presents you with clothes and jewellery to adorn your body. He likes long, flowing robes in dark colours, veils and little charms shaped like crows and ravens, similar to his own attire, and greatly enjoys seeing you wearing those, an unmistakable sign of belonging to him.

☯ When he isn't present and you are outside of his halls, Námo may occasionally guide your fate in whichever way he sees fit to make sure you return safely. Those who attempt to harm you will face the Doomsman's wrath.

☯ Yet as much as he wishes to protect you, Námo wants nothing more than to own and mark you in the most intimate way possible - which is your fëa. Should you ever be slain, or once his need and longing overwhelm him, he will whisk you away to Mandos, keep you there until the end of the world and fill your spirit with his song and essence time and time again until you know no other than him.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Cool lips kiss the nape of your neck when Námo takes you, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the way your smaller form trembles in his arms. He's sitting on his throne with you on his lap, your robes covering the illicit image of the Master of Fate penetrating you, yet the small moans falling from your lips and the movement of his hips betray the truth.

"Let me have you," Námo whispers, and you know he wants more than to claim just your body, so you open your mind to him as well.

The sensation of his fëa reaching out to touch and intertwine with yours is just as intense as the joining of your bodily forms. Your helpless noises increase in volume despite your best efforts to hold back, yet Námo doesn't seem to mind – in fact, you begin to suspect that he wants the residents of Mandos to look up at his throne and watch, so they will know who you belong to for all ages to come.

Irmo

☾ No one has escaped the loving arms of the Lord of Dreams without remnants of glittering dream dust on their clothes and skin, and you are certainly no exception, quite the contrary: As Irmo's favourite little butterfly, he makes sure to touch, embrace and cuddle you to his heart's content, and ever since your courtship started, you feel like the dream dust has never left you again. He feigns innocence, yet you suspect that this is very much his intention, so everyone can see his touch upon you even when he isn't around.

☾ Irmo crafts a special dream catcher for you and makes sure you wear it at all times, an unmistakable sign of his love for you. It contains a small part of himself and his power, and he taps into it to ward off nightmares.

☾ He also likes entering your dreams, spending time with you there and, most importantly, ensuring that no other suitors may ever find their way there, because you belong to him and him alone. When you sleep in his gardens, you often wake up feeling his lips and hands kissing and caressing your body, leaving trails of dream dust and, at times, colourful patterns on your skin.

☾ As much as he enjoys claiming your body, he desires nothing more than to possess you in spirit as well, so that the union of your fëar leaves a permanent mark on your very being, filling you with his song and his essence.

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"Here? In the middle of your garden?"

Irmo merely laughs in response and rolls you over on your back to climb on top of you, his iridescent butterfly wings fluttering excitedly.

"Why not, my darling petal? Is our love not the fairest and most beautiful thing my garden has ever seen?"

Glittering dream dust falls from his wings and hair as he leans forward to kiss you, and you soon find yourself feeling both soothed and excited by his presence and the comfortable weight of his fána on top of you.

Sensing your emotions, Irmo's gentle hand sneaks between your legs and finds you willing and eager for him, ready to be taken. He breaks the kiss to gaze at your face, delighting in your blushing cheeks, half-lidded eyes and parted, wet lips, panting softly as you look up at him.

"I will make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms," Irmo whispers, "and when you do, I will continue to make love to you in your dreams."

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