Lord of Mandos

RP blog for Námo from the Silmarillion. Sideblog to valasansi. Icon by @thefatedfinwe. Mun is 18+

[crownmemes]

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 51

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What do you know about demons?"

"What have you become?"

"What has become of your pity?"

"Do you understand that you can't do this alone?"

"What's he got that I've not?"

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

"What brings you here? You can't possibly have more bad news?"

"Do you ever stop and wonder why people hate you?"

"Do we really have to do this?"

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

"Are you trying to ask me out?"

"What exactly did you do during the war?"

"Will I see you tonight?"

"What the fuck happened to your arm?"

"You believe in all that old magic stuff?"

"Did you know that when people lie, their blood pressure goes up?"

"When have I ever let you down?"

"Would you like me to open that for you?"

"Do you still think about me now and then?"

"You really hate it when I'm right, don't you?"

"You can see that too, right?"

"Can we eat now, or do we have to wait until the arguing is over?"

"It was an accident, wasn't it?"

"Are you like this with all women, or is it just me?"

"How is it you're supposed to actually be helping me?"

"Which one of these guys is the bad guy?"

"Are you going to be a baby about this?"

"How long have you been planning this behind my back?"

"Why did you call me here at 3am?"

"Don't you like it here?"

"Why do you push away anyone who wants to help you?"

"You like to fight, don't you?"

"Would you stay with me for a while?"

"Is it hard for you to admit you're wrong?"

"Are you the kind of man who holds a grudge?"

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Where are you off to looking so pretty?"

"Do you think you deserved to be loved?"

"Was it a bad idea for me to stay here?"

"Why are you so hesitant to discuss this?"

"Why would I kill my mother?"

"Do you know what I crave?"

"Do you ever think about giving it all up?"

"Can anyone ever really know another man's soul?"

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY SOLAS IN VEILGUARD *  assorted quotes from dragon age: the veilguard

you have no idea what you have done.

if i were capable of harming you, you would already be dead.

you will soon see what i was trying to prevent.

i have faith in you.

do you truly believe my goal was to destroy the world?

thank you for letting me know.

you will want an army... and i believe you will find a way to obtain one.

back so soon. it must have been worse than i had thought.

what story shall we tell now?

your team trusts you, and you listen to them. it is impressive... and enviable.

you must be ready for whatever comes.

the only thing worse than being wrong is realizing it but being afraid to change.

you know what surprises me most, though? i never thought to see you so eager to serve.

i must speak to you in this tongue. it seems elven is beyond your grasp.

your cruelty forced my hand.

are you not proud to finally reach this moment?

what is it you regret the most, i wonder?

regret, like all emotions, is a powerful thing. it can bruise us, break us... or blind us to the truth.

you were never ready to make the sacrifices that leadership requires.

i am sorry. it is what must be.

things are different now.

i was desperate.

he was a good man.

i betrayed you because i believed that only i could save the world.

this is your responsibility now.

i had a plan.

this unnatural corruption demanded my personal attention.

we will need another way to the surface.

i am so sorry i failed you.

there is only one way i can help you now.

this place, and the corruption within it, must be eradicated.

you cannot stand against me.

you were there. you saw that it was an accident.

go. your work here is done.

there is no need for you to witness what i must do.

what matters, my friends, is that today, all of us are free.

death to all tyrants!

i have taken precautions to minimize the damage.

people are always dying. it is what they do.

i understand your hesitance, but what i do now must be done, despite it being past your comprehension.

i am please that, for once, i can offer some assistance.

i fear we lack time for explanation.

if you follow my voice, i will guide you.

your mind is no less confused than usual.

the spirits speak well of you.

you have betrayed your people.

you will threaten this world no longer.

they will not slow us down for long.

you will have what you need.

do you feel it?

i can accompany you no further.

i can think of no one better to wield this.

with my power, you can stand against him.

enjoy it while it lasts.

thanks to you, i can now see the way.

please. i do not wish to fight against you.

i am sorry for this final betrayal.

it is over. you could never stand against me alone.

i have faced things you could not possibly comprehend.

i must fix what i have broken. i am sorry.

i expect you will be busy.

you stopped me.

you did far more than that.

you cannot hurt me here, nor i you.

she is a good woman. growing close to her was selfish of me.

i have lived thousands of years and made countless mistakes. it always hurts.

good. there it is. the fear. you finally see the consequences. you know the stakes.

don't. don't thank me.

who are you truly angry at? and what do you need?

what are you so desperate to avoid feeling?

you use humor a great deal.

you have seen death before.

i gave no orders. all i offer are suggestions.

has your search been successful?

dragons? that is worse than i had feared.

[pxnxply]

(apaqualme)(for Varda) "Sister," His demeanor is sombre, but it always is, even on the most joyous of days, "I am pleased to see you well,"

"Námo." She turned towards him, the light dancing of the diamonds in her headdress. Her smile was teasing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of thy company, brother? Thou so rarely leaves thy abode but to give us ill-news."

[apaqualme]

"Yes, that is why I have come. I tire of giving only news that saddens the heart," Námo bowed his head respectfully, as befitted the Queen of the Valar, "The Child that Manwë wishes to return to Endórë is now healed,"

[pxnxply]

"I see. That is good news." She smiled, "His name, Glorfindel, is it not?"

She wished to give him her blessing, for the tasks before him would be arduous.

[apaqualme]

"It is," Námo nodded, "I came to ask if you would consent to his spending a little time with his family here before we send him back to Middle-Earth,"

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[pxnxply]

(apaqualme)(for Varda) "Sister," His demeanor is sombre, but it always is, even on the most joyous of days, "I am pleased to see you well,"

"Námo." She turned towards him, the light dancing of the diamonds in her headdress. Her smile was teasing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of thy company, brother? Thou so rarely leaves thy abode but to give us ill-news."

[apaqualme]

"Yes, that is why I have come. I tire of giving only news that saddens the heart," Námo bowed his head respectfully, as befitted the Queen of the Valar, "The Child that Manwë wishes to return to Endórë is now healed,"

[apaqualme]

"It can be, sometimes," Above them, the sky, which had previously been pitch black, seemed to change. White crystals, hanging far above, seemed to glitter like stars, "To consider what we might have done differently shows that we learn from the past. It is those lessons which allow us to move forward,"

[gatheringrust]

"What if I don't wish to move forward?"

Sardamo thought for a few minutes, looking at Námo pensively. "I left my sister. I left everyone. My mother and father, too. I want to go back for them, I don't want to carry on. I love them. And what if they need me?"

[apaqualme]

"That decision lies before you yet. But these halls are not for you to think about what others need; it is for you to think about what it is that you need. And whether that is to stay here- or be re-embodied- you will have my unwavering support in either regard," This was a far cry from the Vala who had proclaimed the Doom of the Noldor.

[apaqualme]

"Is a life of safety one that she would choose, or would she also feel left out and afraid for those who went?" Námo asked. He sat down under the tree opposite, the crystals clinking gently. A few fëar idly floated past, paying them no attention.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo sighed. "She would be angry, I think. Always my sister wanted to go anywhere else, to see things she had not. She would be angry I kept her. And she would resent me."

He turned his head at the chime of the leaves as fëar passed them by. "Or maybe I say that because-- well, because I remember her angry in Arda so often. It drowns out the happy memories, then. But maybe things could have been different, even though we made our choices." He thought about that. "I don't know if it's really worth it to sit and think about things that might have happened. I regret it. But that doesn't change things."

[apaqualme]

"It can be, sometimes," Above them, the sky, which had previously been pitch black, seemed to change. White crystals, hanging far above, seemed to glitter like stars, "To consider what we might have done differently shows that we learn from the past. It is those lessons which allow us to move forward,"

[apaqualme]

"And had you stayed, how would you have felt?" Námo asked. The stone trees had leaves in them that upon closer inspection were actually gently glowing crystals that exuded a warm, soothing light. It was reminiscent of when the lights of the Two Trees would mingle together.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo thought about that for a long time, and sat down beneath one of the leaves of the trees. It reminded him of his childhood; he felt very bittersweet beneath them. "I think that is hard to say. I would feel-- left out. I would feel afraid, for the sake of all those who had gone. The stories I had heard as a child of Arda were frightening. But I would be very lonely, and very worried, even if I was safer and in the company of nearly all my family."

He thought a few more minutes. "Maybe Mori would not have gone if I had stayed. She did terrible things, I know that for certain, but she might have atoned. If I stayed she would be safe."

[apaqualme]

"Is a life of safety one that she would choose, or would she also feel left out and afraid for those who went?" Námo asked. He sat down under the tree opposite, the crystals clinking gently. A few fëar idly floated past, paying them no attention.

[apaqualme]

"Your body did, but your fëa came here to safety," Námo replied. The room around them seemed to change again as Sardamo opened his mind to the idea that he had died. A few other fëar loitered around, some in groups and some were alone. Some were better formed than others yet none of them paid either of them any attention.

[gatheringrust]

That was a question. Sardamo thought to the joy he had shared there— leaping into water fed by glaciers, running with deer through the woods, all those he had met and the joy he felt with all he had seen. There was sorrow, and blood, and pain. But there was also the night that he and his sister had climbed cliffs only to pick blackberries from the thicket and watch the moon rise.

“Safer,” said Sardamo, halting. “Yet no richer. But safer, certainly.” He thought a long while. “I miss my mother and father. They were right to say that to me.”

[apaqualme]

"Indeed. It would have been safer, but what would you have lost instead? What did you lose by leaving?" Námo stopped. They appeared to be in a great stone forest, the trees reaching up as pillars. On each tree was wrapped around a small tapestry of various moments of Sardamo's life.

[gatheringrust]

What did Sardamo lose by leaving?

“Tarka.” He walked through the forest, and outstretched a hand to touch one of the tapestries. “He was a deer I raised from fawn, my friend of many years. My parents and my aunt, as well. Their company was all I longed for, those long years. I have lost my innocence, too. I know pain. I cannot remember it wholly,” he said hesitantly. “But I can feel it woven through me. Like hidden threads in damask. But I would have lost Mori. And she is dear to me. And I would not know the lands of my parents and their stories.”

[apaqualme]

"And had you stayed, how would you have felt?" Námo asked. The stone trees had leaves in them that upon closer inspection were actually gently glowing crystals that exuded a warm, soothing light. It was reminiscent of when the lights of the Two Trees would mingle together.

[apaqualme]

"Your body did, but your fëa came here to safety," Námo replied. The room around them seemed to change again as Sardamo opened his mind to the idea that he had died. A few other fëar loitered around, some in groups and some were alone. Some were better formed than others yet none of them paid either of them any attention.

[gatheringrust]

That was a question. Sardamo thought to the joy he had shared there— leaping into water fed by glaciers, running with deer through the woods, all those he had met and the joy he felt with all he had seen. There was sorrow, and blood, and pain. But there was also the night that he and his sister had climbed cliffs only to pick blackberries from the thicket and watch the moon rise.

“Safer,” said Sardamo, halting. “Yet no richer. But safer, certainly.” He thought a long while. “I miss my mother and father. They were right to say that to me.”

[apaqualme]

"Indeed. It would have been safer, but what would you have lost instead? What did you lose by leaving?" Námo stopped. They appeared to be in a great stone forest, the trees reaching up as pillars. On each tree was wrapped around a small tapestry of various moments of Sardamo's life.

[apaqualme]

"Your body did, but your fëa came here to safety," Námo replied. The room around them seemed to change again as Sardamo opened his mind to the idea that he had died. A few other fëar loitered around, some in groups and some were alone. Some were better formed than others yet none of them paid either of them any attention.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo observed the souls around them with some patient consideration. He didn't think he recognized any of the fëa, but it was possible that even if he did, he couldn't tell them apart in this form. He longed for his body. His body could shiver, could soothe itself. He'd be able to rub the knuckle where his pinky ended, a nervous tick that had been learned the last few hundred years.

"Then I am in Mandos, in the Blessed Realm." Sardamo looked up at Námo, thinking for a long while. "It is safe here? Truly?"

[apaqualme]

At Sardamo's realisation, his fëa began to drift slightly, into a faint outline of his body. He would not yet be solid, but he would certainly be recognisable to anyone who knew him.

"It is safe," Námo replied, "The hurts of the world outside shall not reach you here," It had been a long time since Melkor had been here, and Námo had since closed that area off. None went there, except for him.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo nodded quietly, letting himself begin to form, at least into a silhouette. Sensation was lacking, but he was assuaged by at least a feeling of cohesion.

“I cannot remember the hurts.”

That thought frightened him. After all, he knew that something must have happened to bring him here, but it felt like a dream that one woke from, only for it to slip away as eyes blearily opened. “I know not what has gone awry. I should not have followed Moriquassië to Arda.”

[apaqualme]

"You will only remember them if you wish to, and then only in time. The memories can help or hinder your healing, and so if you choose to remember, it will be because it helps," Námo replied, "Do you believe that if you had not gone, then your life would have been richer?"

[apaqualme]

"Your body did, but your fëa came here to safety," Námo replied. The room around them seemed to change again as Sardamo opened his mind to the idea that he had died. A few other fëar loitered around, some in groups and some were alone. Some were better formed than others yet none of them paid either of them any attention.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo observed the souls around them with some patient consideration. He didn't think he recognized any of the fëa, but it was possible that even if he did, he couldn't tell them apart in this form. He longed for his body. His body could shiver, could soothe itself. He'd be able to rub the knuckle where his pinky ended, a nervous tick that had been learned the last few hundred years.

"Then I am in Mandos, in the Blessed Realm." Sardamo looked up at Námo, thinking for a long while. "It is safe here? Truly?"

[apaqualme]

At Sardamo's realisation, his fëa began to drift slightly, into a faint outline of his body. He would not yet be solid, but he would certainly be recognisable to anyone who knew him.

"It is safe," Námo replied, "The hurts of the world outside shall not reach you here," It had been a long time since Melkor had been here, and Námo had since closed that area off. None went there, except for him.

[apaqualme]

Damaged and broken, the spirit of Aredhel Ar-Feiniel comes to Mandos' Hall. It is dim, weak from how many years had she spent near the door of fading, drained without a hope of revival. Fate has not been kind to the daughter of Fingolfin. Excpecting little, still caught in the tide of grief and sorrow, she stands before the Valar silent, awaiting judgment.

@nolohini

The halls are dark, yet it is a calming and soothing darkness rather than an oppressive one. Though the fëar come before him formless at first, Námo has form, tall and ethereal, like he floats rather than stands. There is a gentle presence about him, for he is a healer first and foremost.

"You have suffered much, Child. Do you know where it is you are?"

[apaqualme]

"You have left Endorë and Angband far behind," Námo replied. He seemed to glide rather than walk, somehow, and as of yet it seemed like there was nobody else around, "And you have come to my halls to be healed from your hurts,"

[gatheringrust]

"My hurts?"

Sardamo was struggling to remember it. The world was so bleary, so unclear-- what hurts? There had to have been. He was there. He remembered the shears to his hair, the lash at his back, but something felt wrong.

"Where's my sister?"

[apaqualme]

"I am afraid she is not here, but I know that she loves you very much," Námo replied, "And I know you love her too. Would you tell me about her?" Talking was always a good first step to acceptance. Around them, the crystals glowed a little brighter, bringing the area more into focus. Beautiful tapestries lined the walls.

[gatheringrust]

Sardamo distractedly glanced around at the walls. His sister. “Ranyasúre Moriquassië,” he said softly. “Or Lomarattha if you’re my mother and you’re angry with her or— she was with me, she always protected me. On the Ice, or even when we were younger, she always said she would protect me.”

He stared at the tapestries thoughtfully, trying to discern what they portrayed. “Even at the end. It feels wrong to be here without her. Am I—“

He didn’t think he wanted to know, but he had to ask.

“Did I perish?”

[apaqualme]

"Your body did, but your fëa came here to safety," Námo replied. The room around them seemed to change again as Sardamo opened his mind to the idea that he had died. A few other fëar loitered around, some in groups and some were alone. Some were better formed than others yet none of them paid either of them any attention.

[apaqualme]

"You have left Endorë and Angband far behind," Námo replied. He seemed to glide rather than walk, somehow, and as of yet it seemed like there was nobody else around, "And you have come to my halls to be healed from your hurts,"

[gatheringrust]

"My hurts?"

Sardamo was struggling to remember it. The world was so bleary, so unclear-- what hurts? There had to have been. He was there. He remembered the shears to his hair, the lash at his back, but something felt wrong.

"Where's my sister?"

[apaqualme]

"I am afraid she is not here, but I know that she loves you very much," Námo replied, "And I know you love her too. Would you tell me about her?" Talking was always a good first step to acceptance. Around them, the crystals glowed a little brighter, bringing the area more into focus. Beautiful tapestries lined the walls.

[apaqualme]

As soon as their hands touched, the area around them seemed to focus a little more. Glowing crystals dimly lit the room, such as those the Noldor might use, yet they hung like fruit on beautifully carved stone trees.

"You left," Námo replied simply, "The memory will return in time, should it be necessary. But you have no reason to fear any longer, Child. You shall receive only healing here,"

[gatheringrust]

This place was peaceful. Sardamo knew this to be true, even with the crystals, the dim light, the softness-- it was as if he was waking from a long dream. Yet still he was afraid. The residue of the nightmare stuck to him.

"Healing?" He was confused. Why would he need--

"Where am I?"

[apaqualme]

"You have left Endorë and Angband far behind," Námo replied. He seemed to glide rather than walk, somehow, and as of yet it seemed like there was nobody else around, "And you have come to my halls to be healed from your hurts,"

[apaqualme]

It was dark.

The pits of Angband, too, were dark. He remembered them, Aistanna did. This did not feel like the same sort of darkness. It was choking, smouldering, a heavy weight he could not fully grasp at in the depths of his mind, back there. It was as if the memories of that place, but for feeling, had been veiled. Where was his sister?

Where were his workmates? Something had been wrong and--

And Aistanna had no body. There was no sense in his hands, and no knowledge of even having hands. It was as if all there were was his thoughts.

Sardamo Aistanna, he repeated to himself. He could not forget his name. He could not forget it-- the greatest gift his mother and father had given him. He still knew not where he was, and wished then for light, the light of the Trees, the light he missed most of all.

"Is anyone there?" he tried to speak aloud, only to find his throat voiceless-- and himself, throatless and incorporeal. He was beginning to realize something-- a fine pinpoint of an idea he was growing nearer and nearer, but did not wish to speak aloud.

"Do not fear, Child," Námo's voice came first, gently sweeping the darkness aside as his form appeared too. As he did so, the darkness around them too seemed to change and dampen, as if instead of being wholly dark, they were simply in a room with a black floor, walls, and ceiling, "You are safe now, and your torment is over," His voice would be familiar, evoking memories of leaving Valinor. Memories of Doom. Yet Námo here seemed far from the Námo that had been then. A hand was offered to the fëa, intangible like he was and yet somehow tangible all the same for it to be grasped.

[gatheringrust]

That voice, Aistanna thought, had last been heard when Moriquassië had--

What had she done? He could remember the gleam of her blade, the dull feeling of doing wrong. This was the voice of Doom. Námo. He trembled, but it was like the plucking of a harp, not a tremble of the knees or hands.

Yet he took the hand. He was safe, and the feeling was one not of reassurance, but certainty.

"I fear very much." He trembled again. "How did I leave that place?"

[apaqualme]

As soon as their hands touched, the area around them seemed to focus a little more. Glowing crystals dimly lit the room, such as those the Noldor might use, yet they hung like fruit on beautifully carved stone trees.

"You left," Námo replied simply, "The memory will return in time, should it be necessary. But you have no reason to fear any longer, Child. You shall receive only healing here,"