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@namoinmandos
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Hi, this is an independent roleplay blog for Namo, Lord of Mandos, Tolkien's character in The Silmarillion.
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My Tolkien blog is @starsofarda
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Melkor welcomed Namo in his arms, against his chest, embracing him with arms that could break the world and yet, were gentle only for Namo. With eyes full of love he wondered how he could still make Namo blush, he chuckled at his answer. Although he was burning to see Namo's face as he strained to keep a discussion while Melkor pleasured him under the desk, he knew when to stop.
"You're right, that wouldn't be proper at all," then grabbed him firmly and started kissing him all over, whispering 'I love you' and 'You're so beautiful' between the kisses, just wanting to see him smile again.
Namo looked at Melkor for a long moment, his expression, initially concerned, finally changing into a softer one, although his cheeks were still dusted in pink. After all, both knew well their boundaries. He was taken aback slightly as, Melkor started kissing him all over, but he finally curved his lips into a smile, smile then settling into a happy grin.
He wrapped his arms around his neck. "I love you." He told him quietly, kissing him at the corner of his lips. "You do make me smile a lot. I needed it. Your presence, I mean, my beloved."
Melkor's eyebrow twitched. He stays there in the doorway as if something offended him.
"This venerable one wonders why does some nobody assume that my Namo needs more looking after 🤨"
Namo sighs softly, silently chuckling, as he approaches Melkor with a gentle smile on his face.
"I am sure no one had ill intentions, my heart." He leans against him. "I made sure to convey that I am taken care of plenty." He looks at him with a loving expression
Melkor cupped his face and brushed the smiling corner of Namo's lips and returned a smile himself. Over the years Melkor had learned Namo's gentle strength and how unmovable he can be while smiling and speaking softly. Melkor leaned in to kiss his brow, the corner of his eye that looked at him with so much love.
And yet... Melkor's lips curled into a devilish smirk. "Perhaps I shall hide under your desk, next time. Just to make sure you're... Taken care of😏"
Namo relaxed under Melkor's touch and kisses, he himself reaching out to place a hand over his chest. He loved him, his little gestures, everything, he thought as he leaned against him. Melkor still managed to surprise him and make his heart beat loudly, no matter how long it had passed.
Melkor's next sentence left him a little puzzled, until something clicked. He looked at him, blushing. "You... Well, would that be not proper at all? 🫣"
Or awkward at least, he thought
Melkor's eyebrow twitched. He stays there in the doorway as if something offended him.
"This venerable one wonders why does some nobody assume that my Namo needs more looking after 🤨"
Namo sighs softly, silently chuckling, as he approaches Melkor with a gentle smile on his face.
"I am sure no one had ill intentions, my heart." He leans against him. "I made sure to convey that I am taken care of plenty." He looks at him with a loving expression
My muse makes sure namo eats something at least three times a day while he handles his own issues with new souls.
Namo greatly appreciates the thought, however he gently suggests that he is alright.
He keeps plenty of snacks and food by his desk.
"Perhaps you too might benefit from the same kindness you are extending to me, too. Please do not neglect your own self "
Mairon sat alone in the Mandos halls, quiet, broken. He looked up at the vala.. no spark in his eyes..hair now a silver color, a sign of his fire eroding from the recent years of his life.
"I don't seemy passions anymore.."
Namo brought him a cup of tea and quietly put it down next to him. He could see the dullness in his eyes, the weariness.
He let out a soft sigh, as he sat down in front of him. "Perhaps even the wildest of fires requires rest. My halls are quiet, you shan't meet anyone you do not wish to see, should you wish to linger."
what is your relationship with Aule? whatdo you think about him being a mentor to alot of rebels who turn evil?
Namo raises a brow. He seems to think for a moment.
"My relationship with Aule is probably a bit more amicable than what I currently have with the rest of the Host."
He tilts his head. "Evil is such a broad concept. By many, I too would be considered evil. Both Mairon and Curumo have minds of their own, as well as their own hearts. I know any decision was not taken with a light heart, but that is all I can say. And I have not been under the impression that Aule is holding any grudges."
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Two completely different and opposing reactions happened all at once. Manó, ever the dutiful servant to the Lord of the Halls, long dark hair and eyes of shining clear jade, features always at a state of calm and even just slightly haughty, remained neutral. However, an imperceptible twitch of displeasure spread briefly across his face.
"My-ehem, my lord?" Manó said, suddenly taken aback, as if questioning what his master had spoken. While the Maia knew it wasn't his place to question his Lord's decisions, he could not deny what he felt in his heart. Yes, Aratacáno was still at his side, Manó still felt incomplete. They had been gone from the Halls for so long.... Yearned for home.
His companion Aratacáno did not feel the same. Hair of red and mischief in his eyes, he could not care less what Námo preached to them. As long as he had free reign to wander as he pleased, let the higher powers bicker and quarrel as they chose. A free spirit, one might say.
"Why this sudden change of heart, lord?" Aratacáno asked, a red eyebrow raised.
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Yes, he could see an argument coming. And he owed an explanation first and foremost. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a resigned sigh. There it went any diplomacy.
"It is not my heart that has changed, and had I had any part in this decision, I would have refused." He mindlessly straightened a strand of his own silver hair, before focusing midnight blue eyes on both of them. "This is an order that comes from above, one I am unable to refuse."
He was aware of the two Maiar's dispositions. One preferred the quietness of the halls, the other preferred wandering away. There was no in-between.
"I shall be allowed to call you back, however, not in the near future. Whilst I hardly care about the Host's opinion, I do care that the people are safe." He noticed the way they looked. "You might take this as a chance for freedom - all I request is that you do write back to report regularly."
He hoped that would be something they would agree. "I shall endeavour to respond back."
The message from Lord Namo had come completely out of the blue, quickly driving the two Istari from their travels and onto a different course of action. It had been some time since they had heard from the Vala, leaving the pair of Namodur to journey the Southern and Eastern lands of Middle Earth at their leisure.
Of course they never forgot their initial goal (or at least Manó didn't). Locate the rogue fëar and bring them to their Lord in whatever numbers they could.
When the summons came, jarring and sudden as it was, the two Ainur sluffing off their disguises that they donned when around those of the race of Men, taking flight and, like ghosts, disappeared as they crossed the sun-bleached sands on the backs of their strong steeds.
They knew well the hidden place that Lord Namo had taken as his own, deep in the remotest parts of the Southlands. Undocumented on any map created by Elves or Men.
Manó stepped first across the threshold into the cool darkness of the temple, head lowered.
"You sent for us, my lord, and we have come..." Manó said, his voice soft and quiet.
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Namo let out a soft relieved sigh when Mano and Aratacano stepped into his temple. It had been a while, and being recalled from their mission had not been in any plan.
At least, on that kind of mission, they could come and go as they pleased, but this one. He frowned, handing a scroll to each of them. "Thank you for coming. I have been waiting for you both." He paused for a moment, looking at them with an unreadable expression.
"First of all, I must apologize for recalling you so soon." His tone was quiet, a little solemn. "I shall not go around, as the situation is dire. I have to change your mission, I am afraid."
He could already see an argument brewing up. "You are to stay permanently among the living in Middle Earth, and provide help to those in need."
He too was less than thrilled to send Mano and Aracatano permanently, but there was nothing he could do to oppose that order. "You may take any amount of time to get ready, however, you must go through the mission." He looked at the two Maiar a little worried.
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The Request
Namo had frowned, the only indication that this had been more trouble than expected. He hardly seemed to have a break as of lately, and depriving himself of the only two Maiar he had, and that had followed him after his banishment, did not sound ideal.
Yes, he could deal with everything in the Halls, his beloved would help, but still. And yet matters had to be investigated.
Hence he sent messages for them both to come to see him. Chances were that they already knew, but he had to be the one actually delivering the request.
So, he waited for them to step into his temple.
Art collaboration with my dear moot @starsofarda
and her favorite rate pair:
Melkor and Namo
She did the lineart and I did the colors!
It was interesting to get traditional lineart into digital art
Love you my dear and for everyone else go check her out and her beautiful OC as well!!
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Look, the patterns match, they have each other's colors on each other! 💖💖💖That's so so cuteeee!!! 🥹💖😭
I am adding a little tidbit: this comes from the thought that Chaos and Doom go hand in hand, Doom brings Chaos and Chaos brings Doom, something something two forces of entropy who are surprisingly similar to each other.
I just flew back home, more in depth thoughts once my spoons have replenished
I know they are a rarepair, but who am I if not the Queen of Rarepairs? And look at the coloring! It's beautiful, and I hope you all will be able to appreciate it!
Lineart under cut :D
A small lady with pixie hair and brown tan entered the halls with golden wings as she flew over to the vala.
"Excuse me. Have ypu seen my husband in here? He is blonde, black eyes, looks- like you but a but shorter then you are. His name is Death."
Namo raises a brow, still very perplexed. Perhaps the issue is not in the wards.
"I may have met him, madam. He may have gone back to his own realm, as far as I am aware. I apologize, I can't help further."
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Melkor paused and watched Namo with soft eyes, listening to what he had in mind for the night. It was such a contrast to everything that he had known before Namo, whom, in his kindness, chose Melkor, and he wanted that... This... For the rest of his life. When Namo came closer, his heated palm spread out across the side of Namo's neck, leaning in to receive his kiss and let the warmth of his hand spread through and into Namo. His eyes held only love as he broke the kiss and placed a chased one between Namo's brows where he had not seen a sad frown in some time. "Then wait for me, my beautiful. I will come." He stepped into the shadows and only his luminous eyes hovered in the darkness, still watching Namo's and they seemed to smile before they blinked and disappeared.
"I shall wait for you" He replied lovingly. Namo smiled, watching Melkor disappear in the shadows, before he turned back. He went back to his temple, left the note with the hairpin on the desk, instructing a servant to give everything back as soon as they spotted the mysterious intruder. Once that was dealt with, he headed towards their dwelling, preparing the aforementioned distraction. It had been some time since they spent some time just the two of them, and he was looking forward to that evening. Therefore, he took some time in decorating a little and preparing the fireplace, adding a comfortable amount of bedding and furs, he prepared some wine for his beloved. And now he waited
Melkor idly leaned into the touch while thinking of all the bloodbaths he will cause if anything happened to Namo, while Namo was hoping there would be none, but his thoughts were cut short. His mind went blank and his eyes snapped to Namo's when he mentioned the distraction. He didn't know what Namo had in mind, although he wondered. Melkor grinned and with a flutter of black robes he straightened his back. "Since you put it that way.... Perhaps you can give me a hint. Where should I wait for you? Or would you prefer to wait for me?! Is... Clothing necessary?" he trailed off with a smile, warming up his palms to start working on the wards.
Namo sat at the nearest desk, pulling out parchment and ink. As he started writing down a very polite note declining the hairpin, he hummed softly. He smiled, pondering a bit over his replies. "I was thinking of a quiet night. Perhaps I could serve you some wine, we could watch snow fall outside sitting by the fireplace." He finished scribbling the note and placed it in an envelope, along with the hairpin. "As for clothing, I shall leave it at your discretion." He slowly stood up and stepped back by Melkor, leaning forward and kissing him softly. "Perhaps I should wait for you, what do you think?"
