i have had many names

[moruiad]

SINCE BEFORE THE BREAKING OF THE FIRST SILENCE. ind. writing blog for 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍 of the tolkien legendarium. books, movies and show based. BLENDED CANON. mutuals only. private. mature language and themes present. low activity. written by mara ( she / her, 25+ ). CARRD. BOARD.

[endiness]

[moruiad]

starter / plotting call!

[galadrielslight]

#humble

The Lord of The Rings: Rings of Power Galadriel and Sauron S02E08: Shadow and Flame

[deathmaidened]

@moruiad / starter call.

It is silent and still, save for the rain.

Within the earth there is something rotting. Beneath the soil there lies a thing that should not exist, vile and wretched and profane as it is. The dirt fills her mouth, her lungs, covers her eyes, and the maggots that writhe against her skin teach her the things she needs to know, whisper to her the secrets they have learned from consuming the dead.

It is silent and still, save for the rain.

The garden is a tribute to it. Every poisonous thing she could imagine, planted over the remains for which she had no use, from which no magic could be drawn. The roots reach for her—like calls to like. They whisper to her, too; they are fed, like the maggots, from the dead, and so they have learned. The cold of the earth embraces her and she loves it profoundly, down to the marrow.

It is silent and still, save for the rain. And for him.

She feels his approach, decay stretching down from his boots, trying to race to her to brush across her bare foot, to tangle around her wet fingers. She feels his approach and it makes her ache in a way she cannot understand, because she does not know who, what, he is, except that he is willing to disturb the silence and the stillness.

Astoria thrusts a hand up and through the soil. She is not surprised when he catches it.

Dead, she thinks. He is dead. And he is so beautifully, magnificently alive.

She pulls herself up, spits the dirt from her mouth, lets the water run from her eyes, her ears, her fingertips. She is a frightening thing, pale and cold, hair soaked from the rain, naked skin streaked with filth from being buried alive, practically thrumming with power. A lesser man might fear her, but the stranger, she knows, came here for power.

It is silent and still, save for the rain. And then she smiles, too wide, too bright, and she raises her eyebrows, and she does not have to speak loudly to know that he hears her as the wind picks up and the rain becomes a storm.

"Welcome to my home." A perfectly polite greeting, if one forgets that she's stark naked and has just crawled out of a grave she dug for herself. And then, less polite—"What the hell are you doing here?"

[moruiad]

He moves across the lifeless as only an Undead does, his footsteps a steady drum, a funeral march. The storm drowns it out, the sky pouring darkness against the moss-covered roots and marbled cenotaphs. On a night like this, one could almost forget they are surrounded by decay, framed by fetid marshes and the odors of a worthless time.

( I see. )

But when the wetted ground curves, the vampire plunges down, teeth glinting amidst the sodden black. Her path, her answer, a gift wrapped in a gentlemanly garb. And she — his instrument, pale, cold, unclad.

( I see, witch. )

As she claws beyond her reach, into the steeled labyrinths of his mind, she will find only death there, a sonorous lamenting of power blurring beneath her savage grasp. A Fata Morgana, a mirror of her own yawning appetite. She had been searching for him, the Dark Lord knows, but not nearly as long as he had searched for her. The First Daughter of Earth, lost in her corrupted garden, cast out of her forsaken Promiseland.

( I see you. )

" Oh, do not concern yourself with my presence. I am merely out for a midnight stroll, seeking the solace of the evening storm. And, of course, helping any ladies in distress, as all gentlemen should. " Honeyed tone, and an effortless smile. The garments cling, soaked and muddied, but he wears the face well, rustled hair in wiglets, stuck to his marbled facade. The vampire bows, and presents an offering, yet another, his jacket laid out across his hands. " Have you seen any around, perchance? "

[5ummit]

Look what you have done to yourself

[edenmemes]

the northman (2022) starters

❝ your kingdom will not last. ❞     ❝ my fate did not ready me for finding you. ❞     ❝ your strength breaks men’s bones. i have the cunning to break their minds. ❞ ❝ i thought i must always shield my heart in stone. ❞     ❝ were you lost? ❞     ❝ in the end, you’re just like your father. ❞ ❝ even now, you believe the fairy tale i told you is true? ❞ ❝ you are still a beast cloaked in man-flesh. ❞ ❝ why would you come to such a hellish place? ❞ ❝ live always without fear, for your fate is set and you cannot escape it. ❞     ❝ should i fall by the enemy’s sword, you must avenge me. ❞     ❝ i must die for the sword. i will die in honor. ❞   ❝ this ground harbors evil. ❞ ❝ hate is all i have ever known. but i wish to be free of it. ❞ ❝ my hour of grief has passed. ❞ ❝ whatever you hear, you must stay hidden. ❞ ❝ my heart knows only revenge. ❞ ❝ i knew then you had a heart of cold iron. ❞        ❝ if you lose me, will you come and look for me? will you? ❞ ❝ never enter my chambers without invitation! ❞     ❝ i have never felt close to another person. not since i was a child. ❞ ❝ could it not be that fate has spun another thread for you to follow? ❞ ❝ wherever i go, i must take you with me. ❞   ❝ you came back for me. ❞ ❝ i cannot truly believe you have extinguished your fire for vengeance. ❞ ❝ your sheep’s clothing does not disguise you. ❞ ❝ this is the last tear you will shed in weakness. ❞     ❝ you sacrificed yourself so that i could flee. ❞   ❝ hide your cunning. show the shepherd you are a sheep. ❞    ❝ you must choose between kindness for your kin, and hatred for your enemies. ❞ ❝ you found me. ❞   ❝ i will tear out their eyes, and i will tear out their tongues. ❞      ❝ look me in the eye. ❞ ❝ i will become a hailstorm of iron and steel. ❞ ❝ you know why i have come. ❞ ❝ come morning, they will hunt for me. ❞ ❝ did you find it? what you lost. ❞ ❝ you best find yourself some sleep. ❞ ❝ if you’re as untrustworthy as a wolf, i swear i’ll put you down myself. ❞ ❝ like a battle-dog returning to its master,     i’ve come to be fettered by your fair locks. ❞     ❝ ever are we bound. ❞     ❝ i will have my vengeance. and more. ❞ ❝ your mind reeks of your father. ❞ ❝ your words are poison. ❞ ❝ do as you’re told. go. ❞ ❝ please, it’s but a jest. a jest. ❞     ❝ you keep a foul tongue, yet i keep you as a deep-sworn friend. ❞     ❝ i refuse to die in sickness nor live the long life of a shameful graybeard. ❞   ❝ be not afraid. do as i do. ❞       ❝ together we will rage in the battlefield of corpses. ❞       ❝ my fate has brought me here. ❞   ❝ for now, i will haunt this place like a hungry corpse returned from the grave. ❞ ❝ can you fight? ❞ ❝ whatever happens tomorrow, be ready to run. ❞ ❝ this is not the work of my god. ❞ ❝ i should kill you and all that is dear to you. ❞

[fawnaura]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, “Tree of the East”

[moruiad]

starter / plotting call!

[moruiad]

ind. writing blog for 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍 of the tolkien legendarium. books, movies and show based. BLENDED CANON. mutuals only. private. mature language and themes present. low activity. written by mara ( she / her, 25+ ).

[moruiad]

Should he coax gold out of the gleaming pyrite, wheedle a flame from the wilting cinder? Feed the muted desire mottled by the deepest confines of her mind? She is a mirror of her own limitations, a flightless bird, bound and blighted, marred by her unchanging fate. Still, the Maia feels her slipping each time he reaches out. There is power there yet — brazen and untouched — which is hardly something he can sense in others.

He smiles.

" You are improving, Wilin. " The din dies out, the fetters of the forge proving to be an effective buffer to the outside world. And the mirage spreads, only his footsteps breaking the unnatural lull.

" Have you kept to your practice in my absence? " @m0rlain

[letthefairyinyoufly]

SAURON/ANNATAR appreciation 04/∞ S2E6 "Where Is He?"