Ghîvashel

#!!#wardrobe #out of flames

@caladcyll

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Christian Dior multi strand iconic Edwardian inspired couture pearl choker necklace.

anthropologyarda

Jewelry for the Falmari

#jewelry #of his making #out of flames

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lacetulle

anthropologyarda

What to wear in Mithlond

#wardrobe #cute and flowy #out of flames

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“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

"It was a pretty nice stunt, though. Also the spiders had nothing to do with me, those are Ungoliant's things, I have no power over them."

“You sure that wasn’t you?”

"A hundred percent." He assured. "Besides, didn't you make some good money exporting spider silk?"

“Still do when they decide to repopulate my forest.”

#kingofthemirkwoodelks #{it makes sense tho #like why wouldn't the elves gather all the webs left in the forest and then sell silk for a high price?#it's a material no one else has #they pretty much have monopoly over spiders #and silk}

"Well, then don't blame me for things I can't control while you're profiting off those eight-legged things."

“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

"It was a pretty nice stunt, though. Also the spiders had nothing to do with me, those are Ungoliant's things, I have no power over them."

“You sure that wasn’t you?”

#kingofthemirkwoodelks #{i might be throwing a little headcanon there with the silk}

"A hundred percent." He assured. "Besides, didn't you make some good money exporting spider silk?"

“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

"It was a pretty nice stunt, though. Also the spiders had nothing to do with me, those are Ungoliant's things, I have no power over them."

#kingofthemirkwoodelks

“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

“You could’ve had any ring in all of Middle Earth. But knowing your handiwork you made one for yourself...& yet thought absolute power was the answer.”

"I needed my ring because of what was contained in it. It wasn't a pretty trinket, it was a piece of my soul. And now it's destroyed." He said with a hand over his chest. "I don't want power, I just want to be whole again."

“I’ll see if there’s a way to do that. Might be reckless but it’s slightly possible.” Thranduil looked at the other. “And yet a halfling got ahold of it. 2, in fact.”

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"After someone cut it off my hand, yes. It's stupid and ridiculous but I need it back."

#kingofthemirkwoodelks

A second chance

caladcyll :

“You won’t lose me, you know that. Despite… despite what happened before, we’re together now, and we won’t be separated again.” He stood and walked to the sink, and while he was wobbly on his feet, he got there without falling.

“I hope so” he said softly. “Who will annoy me throughout eternity?” he teased, kissing his head, before exiting the bathroom. Mairon would probably need some space.

#immortalandcursed #v: renewed grace

"That's usually what pregnant means," Cadeyrn fought back the urge to smile. "My lord." He completed.

The Maia began organizing his notes and equipment. "Well, I'll leave you two to it, so you can talk about this." Cadeyrn shut the door behind himself, leaving the lords alone.

Mairon stared at his hands on his lap, gaze unblinking. How could this have happened? He did not know how to feel, and the uncertainty led to fear and confusion. The last time this had happened it had been followed by a great tragedy. It had brought so much pain upon him and he feared something similar would happen this time. He closed and opened his hands, repeating the movement a few times before looking up at Melkor, utterly lost.

"What... what do I do now?"

“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

“You could’ve had any ring in all of Middle Earth. But knowing your handiwork you made one for yourself...& yet thought absolute power was the answer.”

#kingofthemirkwoodelks #answered

"I needed my ring because of what was contained in it. It wasn't a pretty trinket, it was a piece of my soul. And now it's destroyed." He said with a hand over his chest. "I don't want power, I just want to be whole again."

#kingofthemirkwoodelks

“Was starting a war over a ring really that necessary, love?” (kingofthemirkwoodelks)

"That ring was a part of me that I now lack. I'm incomplete because of its loss." Mairon looked troubled. "I know... I know a full blown war wasn't necessary, but why did they have to take it away in the first place? It's mine, it's me."

@kingofthemirkwoodelks

➳ // immortal-and-cursed from Thranduil because SPOIL OF WAR!

Mairon sneered at himself, staring at the dusty ground of the tent he was kept in. The war had been lost, the Ring destroyed and, oddly, he was still alive and breathing, albeit barely, especially after the beatings he had been dealt.

He sat chained from head to toe. Apparently, despite his lack of strength, the men and elves did not trust him, and they were wise to do so.

He sucked in a small breath, flinching in pain when his lungs expanded and, in turn, now every bit of his body hurt with the injuries he focused on forgetting for so long.

Faintly, Mairon heard his guards’ voices speaking to someone outside, followed by said someone entering the tent, but he barely cared, and kept his gaze down.

@immortal-and-cursed

“I do indeed” he agreed. A painful detail that both knew too well, it seems. People feared the crown, so no one ever felt curious to look past it. Although, once more surprised by his words, Thranduil kept this thoughtful expression as Mairon was talking. He let him take a moment and think about it. This would be very interesting.

“Glad you accept. I’d hate to have someone rotting in my dungeons when they can offer so much. A small act of redemption, perhaps, to help those that have suffered more from these ages of wars? But you’ll do well to remember that I’m no saint, nor naive. The moment I see you misbehave, you’re back here forever. That is the deal”

And once more, the Elvenking smiled with amusement. “I would not have you call me that, no, even if the thought is very tempting. I would not put myself above you, as a higher being by nature; I respect that, no matter who you are and what you’ve done” he said. “However, when people are around, do avoid calling me by my name. Very, very few people have that privilege and I’d hate to give people the impression I’m growing soft” he informed. “I’ll let you figure out how this will work. For now, I’ll ask a room to be prepared for you. Once ready, you’ll be escorted there, take your time to rest and clean yourself. Tomorrow, we may begin”

He walked towards the door, but stopped, smiling to himself. “Do I rare…?” he whispered and chuckled softly, looking back at Mairon. “I do. As a act of good faith, how would you like to dine with me tonight? Or is it too strange to dine with one that once hated you fiercely for destroying his forest? A dinner of old enemies, of sorts?”

#immortalandcursed #v: renewed grace

"We all have suffered, Elvenking. Senseless wars and pointless bloodshed are bound to leave their marks on all those who live through those horrendous things. I am no stranger to the pain of war, as you well know, though I admit guilt of being blind to the pain I caused in search of ending mine." He shrugged, looking down for a brief moment. Mairon gave a little mirthless laugh. "And how pointless, now I hurt all the more."

He nodded in understanding of Thranduil's demands. "I understand having a former enemy calling you by name in your halls might be... confusing to your people. That raises a question, however. How may I call you?"

"Sounds like a lovely plan for the evening. Dining is always pleasant, and I have been in worse situations with enemies, besides, I never hated you, nor do I see you as an enemy now." Mairon shot him a small smile.

"Shall I wait for you here? Or shall I go to my new rooms and wait there?"

😇 (caladcyll) {heh; for Jingles}

[Send me an emoji for a starter @caladcyll reborn probably? Or with full memories?]

😇 - Our muses meet in the afterlife.

Melkor could not believe he was still alive. The Void was was exactly what people said it was: cold, black, silent. Yet, Melkor knew he was alive and out of nowhere, he was pulled back to the Halls of Mandos.

He didn’t know why until his eyes adjusted to the light again and he saw Mairon. So Mairon was alive? Then again, both chained like this, they might not be for long. “Mai?” a hoarse, soft voice spoke. It has been long since Melkor talked to anyone. “Is it you?”

Yavanna left her knees grow weak as she witness a momentary change from her Mairon to what used to be Sauron. She was frightened and for a moment, she forgot to hide her emotions. The grass died around them and she took a step back, before controlling herself again.

“It is a gift from Eru that you are alive again” she explained. “You would return without them, with the prospect of not following that path again. We chose to tell you, we wanted to tell you from the very beginning. But we were told not to. It could hurt you, when you were younger. You needed to mature, to grow to your full strength. This is why we tell you now. You are not a broken toy and no one wants to play around with you, my child. We’re trying to void out mistakes from the past. We’re trying to protect you”

A loud roar of thunder was heard and the sky started feeling with dark clouds. There were no storms here. The Lady looked at the sky and then back at Mairon. “Manwë told Melkor too” she said softly.

#immortalandcursed #v: renewed grace

At Yavanna's display of fear, hurt flashed in Mairon's eyes, but he schooled his features be cold and unyielding.

"You cannot claim to protect me when for years you purposefully imprisoned me in ignorance. You all kept me from myself and my truth, treated like a prized pet. Years forced into a life of lies, forced to be someone I never was!" He straightened himself, posture tense and chin held high. He looked older now, the weight of ages of a forgotten life setting heavily on his shoulders. Mairon's eyes were darker, deeper, full of new damning knowledge and a burning anger.

"If these lies are the gift Eru has so graciously given me, then I do not want it."

As the first heavy drops of rain fell and lightning raged across the sky, Mairon reached out for Melkor -his husband, he knew now- trying to feel where he was so he could go join him. When he found him, he took off in the direction where he felt his growing presence and when he turned to run his mask crumbled and he looked like a frightened child again, small and lost and scared of whatever was to come.

misslienesses

"Bold of you to assume I can die." (caladcyll)

“…Bold of you to assume I want you to die!” Mairien countered, baffled.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything.”

“Of course you can, you don’t even have to ask. I love staying with you.” One of his fingers moved to trace her jawline, then her neck. “It’s not a sacrifice at all to have you close like this, or even closer, for that matter.”

misslienesses

“Then show me..!” Mairien dared, smiling.

“I love staying with you, too…” She hummed, looking up at him hopefully. “We can do this more, then? Be together?”

"Of course we can, Mai."

He continued running his hands along her soft hair for a while, prompting her to relax further in his arms. "Would you like to go back to my rooms now, love?" Maya asked in a murmur, close to her ear.

#misslienesses

misslienesses

"Hey, hey, hey," Maya poked Mairien's ribs with each greeting. "What exactly are you doing, you filthy gremlin?" (caladcyll)

Mairien gasped, pretending to be offended “Gremlin, wh-” She hid a smile behind her hand. “First of all, how dare you. Second of all,” Mairien lifted her book, waving it around. “I’m reading. Thirdly, you’re the filthy one, you’re constantly covered in soot.” She was openly smiling, now.