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mirra-kan · 2 years

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«I think that they went as emissaries to distant regions, east and south... Missionaries to enemy occupied lands as it were.» «Their task was to circumvent Sauron: to bring help to the few tribes of Men that had rebelled from Melkor-worship, to stir up rebellion... and after his first fall to search out his hiding and to cause dissension and disarray among the dark East... They must have had very great influence on the history of the Second Age and Third Age in weakening and disarraying the forces of the East... who both in the Second Age and Third Age otherwise have... outnumbered the West.»

—J.R.R. Tolkien In c. S.A. 1600, Manwë sent two Wizards to the southern and eastern lands of Middle-earth. The Valar suspected there was a rebellion of good Haradrim but no leadership — ultimately they were very successful there in Harad. They arrived before Sauron's first war against the Elves and even on this war the Wizards had some influence. They became known as Morinehtar and Rómestámo. Because of their influence among the Haradrim, Sauron took a long time to attack Eregion, for his dominance and recruiting of forces was not entirely successful. —Tolkien Gateway ___________________ I’m truly grateful to the Tumblr community for all the support and kind words towards my previous art “A noble young man of Harad”. You inspired me to go further in my creativity and try to portray the most (imho) underappreciated characters of the Middle Earth. 👁⃤ I suppose him to be Alatar | Morinehtar . ⴵ I also tried to design a possible symbolics Eru worshippers among Haradwaith people might’ve used to encourage themselves and to distinguish an ally from a foe:

⩠ Manwë : symbolic Eagle with Eru's name written above. ⩠ Triangles as symbols of the world hierarchy, equilibrium and the “source of all that is”. ⩠ Sand clocks as a symbol of eternity and transience of time combined. ⪧ A friendly reminder: it’s just my own perception and fantasy based on the things I discovered in various reliable sources. Hope you'll like it 💘 hugs, MIRRA.

#silmarillion #artmirka #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien art #tolkien fanart #haradrim #blue wizards #alatar #pallando #fantasy art #oriental fantasy #mirrakan_art #manwe #lord of the rings #lotr #the lord of the rings #lotr fanart #tolkienocweek

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earmo-imni · 3 months

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Shadow of Mordor WHAT THE FUCK 😂😂😂

#poor blue wizards #they don’t deserve that #it’s very funny to me that the game went let’s just kill these two istari since no one knows what happened to them anyway though #blue wizards #tolkien #lotr #shadow of mordor #marijn talks

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middleearth-polls · 3 months

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#middle-earth #blue wizards #middleearth polls #tumblr polls #tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #polls #silmarillion #Tolkien wasn't sure about it #he proposed both ideas #category: tendency #category: yes or no

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anerea-lantiria · 7 months

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Five Wizards :|: Istarlindalë

My second art for @tolkienrsb was claimed by the lyrical @lferion, who's created a poetic exploration of the five Maiar who became the Istari, covering everything from their origins in the Great Music to their involvement in all the major events from the First Age to the end of the Third Age and beyond!

Istari is Quenya meaning "those who know" and lindalë means "music", thus Istarlindalë is the "Song of the Wise", their story:

"... A quintet they were now, five Thoughts become (and becoming, growing, changing, living) individuals, single selves, though they clung still each to the others.

"It was then that individuals began to realize their names, while also feeling drawn to one or the other of the Valar. Maiar were not then meant to be wholly separate; distinct, yes, discrete, not as such. Neither separated from the Valar nor from their harmonic fellows. And thus it was that the quintet became five separate selves, no longer intermingled, though still in harmony, in friendship and alliance and hope with each other. "Fiery-red Curumo was Aulë's by choice and affinity; brown Aiwendil naturally went with Yavanna, though Vána and Estë loved him as well; Alatar and Pallando blue-green, blue-violet, sea-blue and lake-blue and the white-blue of rushing water were drawn to Ulmo, to Varda, to Oromë, returning always to Ulmo after each venture, and mist-grey, silver-granite-cloud-grey Olórin served and learned and grew with Manwë and Lorien and Nienna in turn. "And due to their inquiring spirits and breadth of knowledge, their willingness to both question and learn (sometimes to the exasperation of those they would learn from, for they were to a one persistent and filled with curiosity), to listen more than they spoke, they came to be known as The Knowledgeable Ones, the Istari as the Elves would later have it."

From Istarlindalë by Lferion, coming soon.

#gandalf #saruman #radagast #blue wizards #silm art #silm fic #trsb23 #trsb2023 #lferion #anerea

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blue-istari-stars-of-the-south · 2 months

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Manó in Sud Siccana WIP

WIP in which my Tolkien OC Manó (Maia of Mandos and one of the Blue Istari) has arrived in the city of Sud Siccana and meets the son of Sauron and god emperor Vanimórë (owned by @spiced-wine-fic who graciously has given me permission to write about their wonderful OC ❤️). This is still in WIP form so I’m working at writing this still so it will probably be changed a little bit before it is finished.

As the Servant of Námo was marched down the bright, torchlit corridor, hands roughly forced down to his sides by the armed soldiers, Manó did not even attempt to struggle. It was evident that these Men were well-trained, and the Maia knew that even if he did try to get away, he would easily be tackled. And he could not risk showing his true powers in front of these Men. Especially when he had no idea who it was that acted as lord over them.

It would give away far too much too early. Too risky.

And he did have plans.

And where in the name of the Lord Námo are you, Aratacáno? Why have you left me to this imprisonment?

Though he searched and searched for his fellow Namodur, Manó could not locate him in the sea of consciousness that was the citizenry.

If the rumors from the caravanserai were to be believed, this city called Sud Siccana was home to the god emperor, and from here, he did rule the South with an army that rivaled any in Middle Earth.

The palace was sumptuously decorated, showing off the obvious wealth that this lord held. Secretly, Manó was in awe at it, but he kept that impression to himself. Saying nothing, the Maia could only hope that the disguise of an older man that he enshrouded himself in would be enough to keep him safe from this…this…

As they went, the group passed many a magnificent space; the Maia caught a quick glimpse of a large bathing pool with aquamarine water with white curtains hanging for privacy where one might repose in the steam. Even to Manó it was quite tempting. To have the chance to wash off the dust of the road. Another held a dining room, brilliantly colored pillows scattered around on the floor for sitting and discussing crucial matters.

An elaborately carved door was thrown open, and Manó was quickly hustled through.

Gathering as much dignity as he could muster, the Maia held his head high.

“Wait here.” One of the guards told him, and Manó was left on his own to take in his new surroundings. Fixing his dark robes, he stared around with interest. He had expected to be brought to some throne room and forced to grovel and beg for his very existence. But no, that was not the case.

This was a room with a massive table at the center, shelves of books lining the walls. Scrolls sat unopened, along with other scraps of parchment. A library of sorts, Manó told himself. When he felt it safe to move, the Namodur reached out, carefully examining one of these documents.

A letter from some important king of a Southron land that Manó did not know of. And he did feel his curiosity rise.

With a cautious finger, he broke the seal.

Inside was written a meticulously detailed manuscript that had to do with a battle off to the east, and begging for troops to come to their aid.

Lord Vanimórë.

Was this the name of the lord of these peoples?

Manó spoke the name silently to himself, felt a chill run up his spine at it, skin crawling.

“And what do you think you are doing, hm?”

The Maia jumped at the sudden voice, turning away from the table, his robes swirling about him. His green eyes widened then, as he beheld the one who had addressed him.

A tall man (no, an Elf more likely) stood in the doorway, watching him with keen violet eyes. Manó had never seen such a gaze in all of his long years, one so piercing and sharp, and it seemed to him like falling into pools of purple light. Long dark hair fell around his shoulders and down to his waist, tied back away from the elegant elegant Noldorin features. Clothed in all black with swords strapped across his back, the Elf crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, the posture hinting at seduction. A little smile played across the Elf’s face.

Overwhelmed by the presence, as if this Elf was staring straight into his ëala and seeing all that was hidden there, Manó felt the breath catch in his throat.

Steadying himself and at once feeling small before the purple gaze, the Maia bowed, placing a hand to his chest in apology.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to pry.” Manó finally managed to say. “I was merely curious.”

The Maia knew that he had to play his cards right with this one. A game of words and intrigue that he was not at all skilled at. Or else, he might find a far worse fate than the short imprisonment back in Tûl Harar. Manó was but a humble servant of the Lord of Mandos. What did he know of plotting and scheming?

How dare he make a Maia, an Ainu of Námo, feel so insignificant!

Anger flared then in Manó’s chest, but was quickly stamped out when the Elf locked eyes, staring him down.

Vanimórë chuckled then, closing the distance between them in a few long graceful strides, swept across the room like a dangerously prideful lion inspecting his realm.

And this indeed was his realm. No one would dare touch this king without the loss of their head and maybe a few other appendages.

Without hesitation, Lord Vanimórë spoke, the voice melodic and commanding all at once:

“I saw you and the other ride through the gates. Have the Valar sent one of their lackeys to come and spy on me? Maybe they’ve come to their senses.”

Head in a storm of thoughts, Manó felt a blush creep over his cheeks as Vanimórë came closer.

A scent of sandlewood.

The Maia a step backward, bumping against the table, sent a few of the scrolls toppling to the floor. Cornered and with nowhere to run, Manó stared straight into the eyes that watched him.

Eru’s name, did this demon have eyes everywhere?

“You…You must have seen wrong, good lord.” Manó replied, scrambling desperately for a convincing lie. “I came here alone.”

The calm smile remained, a dark eyebrow arched, as if completely unafraid and sure of himself in the face of the Namodur. The sight of it irked the Maia, but he kept his words to himself. It wouldn’t do to provoke him.

”Wrong?” Vanimórë said. “I don’t believe so. Especially when you made your arrival so obvious.”

“Sauron’s dark spawn.” Máno muttered, standing his ground.”The Valar speak of you, and not with kindness.”

The lord smirked then, fearsome as any warrior:

”Oh, I am sure that they do. Especially your Master. Isn’t that right?”

#manó #istari #silmarillion oc #tolkien oc #ainur #maia of mandos #silmarillion #tolkien #aratacáno #vanimore #silm #the silm #the silmarillion #blue istari #blue wizards

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being the archon of the easterlings and the haradrim

(Here’s zhongli like archon reader in middle earth. You didn’t answer my questions from before, so I managed to make something like this when Thinking of an idea. Sorry If it’s not completely what you wanted, but this is what I came up. I went exploring a bit.)

Requested by anonymoys

Warnings; mentions of fighting, death and wars.

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-You were known as (Name), or Shiva, the god of sand.

-You resonated with the power of geo and were considered one of the most powerful divinities.

-You were a peaceful god until the archon war began, and it took your close friends. You shared no interest in having a seat in the Celestia, but when other gods turned their back on you and began fighting, you didn't have a choice.

-You fought once to defend the people of your friend, Havria, who was dear to you, but then they turned their backs on her and killed her, which caused their downfall.

-Losing her caused you to lose trust in humanity and go mad with grief.

-The war turned you against everyone, even Morax, who you once held equal.

-He had sealed away Osial, who was once your friend, so you grew hatred toward him.

-You hated everything about him. You both wielded the powers of geo, and you both were dragon Adepti.

-You ended up in a violent battle with him, and the fight lasted many days, causing destruction with its storm of sand and earth.

-The battle ended when Morax threw his spear at you and pierced your heart. Your body fell limb, and you got lost in the storm of sand.

-It meant to seal you away, but the battle which conflicted elemental magic had ripped open a portal, and you fell through it.

-Your large Dragonoid body fell into the sand, and the last thing you saw was the stars you did not recognize but adored as you fell into a deep sleep.

-Thousand years later, you awoke when the people of the east found your body under the sand. They took the spear out from your chest, which allowed you to awaken.

-You held no hatred for them since they released you from Morax's seal and became their guide.

-You learned you were no longer in Teyvat but in a world called Arda with no Celestia or wielders of visions.

-Finding no way back or desire to return, you decided to immigrate yourself as a god to the people of the east.

-Since they were awakened and possessed little knowledge. You taught them to build houses and farmlands and even forge weapons to defend themselves.

-You taught them how to find cold and riches from the earth and make silk they wove into clothes.

-You even gave knowledge of how to make glass from the sand, which enhanced their houses and became part of their culture.

-Your greatest gift to them was how to tame and live peacefully with the animals such as desert foxes, leopards, and the great beast Mumakil.

-You guided them and taught them everything you knew. You took time and flew over the skies, learning about Arda, so you knew what to tell them, good and bad.

-The lands of Harad were a wast desert, so you took your domain there.

-The people of the east, especially the Haradrim, praised your knowledge and took you as their ruling deity.

-They praise your name and leave offerings to your abode whenever they sought for your guidance and wisdom.

-Only on special occasions because they respected your wish for silence and time for meditation.

-They made your dragon form and the mark of geo as their sacred sigils and worshipped your greatest gift, the mumakil.

-They made some temples and paid tribute to Havria, appreciating the salt and spices you taught them to find and make.

-It was to make you happy when they learned the tragic fate of your friend.

-You sometimes watched from the sidelines as a human as your people grew and created great cities, living in prosperity.

-You sometimes went to markets wandering and buying their stuff. Even though; you had a bad habit of bringing any money.

-Your people made you think of Havria, who always pushed you to guide people of your own, telling what a great god and mentor you would make.

-It felt bitter, but you considered this an honor to your dear Havria.

-The haradrim practiced peace and made trades with the lands of the north and west. The stories of a dragon god would reach the ears of many, which many would choose to believe or not.

-When some people try to oppress the Haradrim or the people of the east, they would shout out your name for victory since you have trained them in the arts of war, making them one of the strongest armies.

-When you entered the battlefield with a storm of sand by your side, your enemies would quiver in fear, and the battle would be over before it even began.

-Your influence became stronger over time in the east and south, and the people only considered you as their ruling god, and by following your teachings and rules, they lived in peace.

-You were called the god of sand, wisdom, and time. You were also the guardian of the innocent and the children.

-Your fondness for the children allowed them to become sacred. Mistreating a child was considered a sin and a bad omen. Sons and daughters were both treated equally and with love.

-Your people avoided angering you because you would become the god of destruction and wrath. Sandstorms would rise in your rage, causing havoc upon the earth.

-Elves possessed little knowledge of you, except those who traveled to your lands as scholars.

-They called you the unknown valar of the east, or the great beast of Harad when regarding your dragon form. Your people referred to you as their golden valar.

-You took rest for every hundred years, restoring your elemental powers and taking rest from the world.

-The haradrim always lived peacefully and celebrated whenever you returned.

-Until one battle during the first age. A beast of Morgoth was sent to your land to conquer your home and enslave your people.

-You took it upon yourself to defend them, and a fierce battle was issued.

-Your people knew how to handle the opposing army, so you took care of their leader, and as a warrior god, you conquered the monster and rose victorious.

-Your people were safe, but you suffered grave injuries and a loss of elemental power.

-You bid your people a goodbye because to fully heal and regain your powers, you would rest a much longer than hundred years.

-Your chosen leaders made their vow to honor your name and teachings, so you went to rest with an easy mind.

-The haradrim and the people of the east lived in prosperity and peace during your rest. They even welcomed their Easterling kin, who escaped from the final battle of the war of wrath and returned to their distant kin.

-The Easterlings were confused and frightened about how their kin had chanced.

-The cities your people built were far greater and that they lived with no conflict baffled the Easterlings greatly.

-You had given the haradrim and the rest of the people knowledge and gifts, which allowed them to live in peace and wealth.

-The Easterlings would slowly integrate and adapt their kin's lifestyle and culture, taking you as their new god,

-In their eyes, you were truthful, unlike Morgoth, who had been deceitful from the beginning and permitted the lands and riches of Beleriand he had promised to them.

-Morgoth's influence would have vanished, and your people lived together with the Easterlings in peace and harmony, even making bonds with the people of middle earth.

-The peace of the east would slowly end when Sauron came and influenced people into havoc.

-Sauron's corruption would be effortless at first. He was surprised by how much more developed and different the people of the east were, especially the haradrim.

-He always thought the unknown vala of the east was a made-up story, but now he saw some truth.

-When he heard you were asleep, he didn't seek your abode and slowly turned some of your people away from your faith.

-Some of the Easterlings would still be possessed by the influence of Morgoth and have greed in their heart, which allowed Sauron to turn them and start a conflict in the east.

-Haradrim and most people stood against the traitors, and a long-lasting conflict began.

-The blue wizards, who came to assist the good Easterlings and the people of the east who resisted Sauron, felt your presence and were concerned but considered you a possible ally when the times came rough.

-When the time became desperate, Sauron's influence became greater along with the numenorians who started harassing the haradrim from the west. The blue wizards finally decided to seek out your abode and awaken you to help them.

-You would hear the call of the blue wizards and the prayers of your people who were losing hope, and finally, awaken from your thousand years of rest.

-When you heard about the situation of your people, you were furious and decided to join the blue wizards to help resist Sauron.

-You had no dealings with the Easterlings before, but since some of them still considered you as their god and were close kin to your people. You decided to show the traitors why you're a god.

-It was time to remind your people and Sauron, who was the real god of the east.

-Your storms of sands engulfed the lands of the Easterlings, and they were rendered helpless.

-Your people fought beside you and gained many victories.

-Even the leader of the Easterlings, Khamul, stood nothing against you and the power of the geo. He couldn't repel you even with the ring he received from Sauron.

-You faced Sauron in close combat, and he didn't stand a chance against your might. You banished him with the spear Morax used to take you down, restoring the peace.

-You rescued your haradrim from the numenorians and their oppressors. They fleed in horror when you appeared in your dragon form, but the haradrim celebrated the return of their god.

-They stood strong against all oppressors and with your guidance, made an alliance with the people of the middle earth, standing united against Sauron.

-The people of the east made peace with the people of the west and all the conflicts that happened were forgiven.

-Elves and those who had a chance of meeting you told stories and marked you as the valar of the gold.

-When Sauron was defeated, you were curious about the world and remained in your human form to wander it.

-Your people were skilled enough to care for themselves without you, so you had faith they would last without a god.

-The world was big but piqued your curiosity. You didn't mind remaining in Arda and seeing what would happen next.

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #middle earth x reader #middle earth #haradrim #sauron #morgoth #silm fic #elves #blue wizards #geo archon reader #archon reader #Silmarillion fanfiction #easterlings #teyvat #tolkien

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 3 months

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If Legolas has a rivalry with Gandalf, how does he feel about Radagast? I mean the guy kind of hangs around in his neck of the woods taking care of animals, not really meddling, so does this put him higher on the list?

So, in the au that legolas has a rivalry with gandalf, his feelings for radagast are mixed.

It basically boils down to: Legolas (and the silvans and avari) don’t like the valar. In their opinion (and mine) morgoth and sauron are the valar’s responsibility to take care of because they’re ainur. The same way as that if there were an evil elf overlord, the elves would also have to be responsible to taking them out instead of leaving it to the humans.

Furthermore, the silvans and avari feel that the valar’s judgement is not to be trusted.

Gandalf does trust the valar. He does believe in the song and eru. Though he does acknowledge that, just bc a maia is an ainur, it doesn’t mean that they are going to do what their job is (motions to gandalf being the only one of the istari to actually do his job). Which is why, for all that legolas doesn’t agree with a lot of his views, he does respect gandalf to an extent, hence why they can work together during the quest.

Radagast, on one hand isn’t really doing anything actively against sauron (which is lowkey why he went to middle earth in the first place) but! He’s also not really forcing his thoughts and opinions down other people’s throats.

And as you said, he’s focused on the animals, so while he’s not protecting sentient beings from sauron, he is protecting living creatures from him and taking care of them.

And legolas has way too many responsibilities to really care about radagast. Like don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t ignore him, but radagast is so far down on his list of concerns he sometimes forgets he exists.

It’s live and let live, more or less.

Sometimes radagast will come to the elves for help on something, but it’s always genuine so the silvans are like “yeah, alright”.

Legolas’s feelings on the istari are:

Radagast: 6/10, positive neutral, doesn’t think about him much, but doesn’t dislike him.

Gandalf: 7/10, grudging respect, sometimes positive sometimes “stop shoving your religion down my throat”, the only reason it’s 1 point higher than radagast is bc gandalf is actively doing smth about sauron.

The blue wizards: 0/10, genuinely forgot they existed.

Saruman: -1000/10, it’s not even that he’s evil, he’s just a dick.

#lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr elves #legolas #silvans #istari #gandalf #saruman #radagast #blue wizards #anon ask #atheist vs a god #this is my opinion guys don’t come at me #au

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chloe-caulfield94 · 7 months

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Life is Strange/Lord of the Rings crossover fanfic. Basically Max and Chloe go to Middle-Earth and back again.

While this crossover might seem eclectic, I think there are some common themes between LiS and LotR. Ordinary people faced with impossible situations. The power of love and friendship allowing people to endure untold hardships. Destiny and what should people do when confronted with it. "The smallest person changing the course of the future".

If you don't like crossovers in general or fantasy in particular, consider reading the beginning of chapter one and the entire chapter four, which take place before Max and Chloe leave their universe and after they come back respectively. That way it becomes a short story about Max's and Chloe's visit to Away. But then you'd miss the part where I describe how Max's and Chloe's engagement rings look like (how could I write a crossover with the Lord of the RINGS and not touch upon this subject), as well as one particularly sappy and drawn-out declaration of love made by Chloe before they go into battle.

If you think that David doesn't deserve Chloe's forgiveness for his "tough love", my answer is - nobody ever deserves forgiveness. It's always something better than we deserve. I think Chloe is a kind-hearted person. She was able to almost immediately forgive Max. I imagine she would also forgive David. And I find the prospect of Chloe and David being reconciled much more appealing than Chloe hating him for the rest of her life, even if she has legitimate reasons for doing so.

While my nickname on AO3 might suggest I hold extremely unorthodox views on Middle-Earth, I honestly don't think what I wrote is incompatible with what we know about the world of LotR. I don't think what I wrote is a complete retelling, like "the Last Ringbearer". In my mind, I just provided a different perspective on the events we already knew about.

The belief that death is a divine gift and rejecting it is wrong, which is held by the "good guys" of LotR, allowed for some nice contrast and conflict with Max's life philosophy, which seems to be all about saving people who are "destined" to die, like Chloe and Tristan.

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