#illuvatar

[robiberon]

hi quick question: was that the will of illuvatar or more of a prophecy?

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Do you think the Silmarils would burn the Valar too?

We have canon confirmation that they burn corrupted Valar ie. Morgoth.

So I’d say they’re safe as long as they follow through on their duties.

As of the end of the Third Age, I don’t think they’d burn necessarily? But I do think many Valar would feel some level of discomfort around them after having essentially abandoned the people in Middle Earth for so many years.

But it would be interesting to see if Varda specifically could ever be burnt considering it was her hallowing that made them ‘pure.’

[ravens-sanctuary]

Illúvatar was just like, “Ulmo, I hate to break it to you, but Melkor did create global warming.”

[just-an-elf-with-the-socks]

“The Music of the Ainur” literally reads as Melkor wanting to be the alt kid instead of listening to his dad’s shitty contemporary Christian playlist

[linestyleartwork]

Songs of the Ainur - Personal Work 2023

"Songs of the Ainur" - Personal Work 2023

With this painting of the creation of Middle-earth, I tried a slightly different style. I've always wanted to try something like this. It was fun.

[jsolrogue]

Just saw an AI generated video of “The Silmarillion“, nearly as long as the non-AI video I produced. Starting out, it had some promise. The ideas behind some of the imagery were pretty neat. I dug a bit of the music. But it was too haphazard; the dialogue and voiceover was terrible. The action elements didn’t work at all. I’m assuming every part – including the music – was A.I… There were some moments where it felt like watching Tommy Wiseau’s “The Room“, lol… Hopefully, this technology won’t become the gold standard, and that people will have more of an eye and ear for narrative; the substance and grace of it all. Cuz this…. It felt hollow, and left a lot to be desired. Check mine out, if ya haven’t:

[nennaaart]

My artwork of Eru for Ukrainian art book, funds from which were donated to combat medics

[lamemaster]

Melodies of Love

(AN: I really really really wanted to write this for the longest time ever and I don't care if this makes me look crazy but this exists in my mind. Let me know if you would like to know more about this story. This is based on Antero, twin to Eros from Greek mythology)

Summary: In the realm where divine beings intertwine, an unexpected union occurred, bringing together Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Melkor, a figure shrouded in darkness and brooding essence. Their worlds collided in a singular moment, giving birth to a child

Part 2

In the vast expanse of possibilities that expand with each fleeting moment in Arda's existence, this surpassed Manwe's realm of imagination.

Never in the symphony of the world that he orchestrated into being could he have conceived of such a destiny, woven by Illuvatar's intricate designs. A realm beyond Arda... a realm teeming with mortals and deities, unlike anything within Arda's confines.

Manwe was plagued by a sense of unease, as the truth remained veiled from the rest of his kin. He struggled to contain the simmering resentment that simmered within him. It wasn't just the existence beyond Arda that troubled him, but the knowledge that Melkor possessed it before any of the Valar did.

The evidence of it all knelt before Manwe—a being straddling the realms of Arda and the enigmatic world beyond. A being bearing the blood of an unfamiliar deity and his own brother, Melkor, coursing through their veins.

"Uncle, Lord of Arda, I am y/n, known as Agape in my mother's realm. I am the child of the goddess Aphrodite and Melkor. I offer my heartfelt greetings to you," you say, bowing even lower from your kneeling position.

Aphrodite—a name unfamiliar to Manwe. A goddess...could she be on par with Illuvatar? Manwe's inquiries go unanswered.

You bear resemblances of his brother. Features that vanished after Melkor's downfall... your hair, as dark as Melkor's, flows with a similar radiance to that of Illuvatar. However, your eyes... they hold a foreign quality. They possess knowledge surpassing Arda, yet retain an innocence unlike any other.

Manwe is taken aback as he observes his own smile and mannerisms reflected in your demeanor. You exude a sense of unbridled joy. Manwe recalls that very smile from the earliest days of his existence—a time long past, spent in the Timeless Halls of Illuvatar.

Your eyes sparkle with unabashed curiosity as they absorb the beauty of Taniquetil. The sight brings solace to Manwe's heart, even amidst the upheaval caused by your revelation.

You are kin—a part of the family. 

Perhaps it is a sign from Illuvatar, another force that can fight for the cause of Arda.

As you straighten up from your bow, Manwe is taken aback when you wrap him in a warm embrace, a gesture more common among mortals. "I have longed to meet you," you say, your hands gripping Manwe's shoulders. It feels natural, a gesture that feels inherently right.

Manwe's heart sinks further as you continue speaking with uncontainable joy. "My mother has shared countless tales about you and my father," you exclaim, your excitement palpable. "She told me about the grand adventures and mischief you both caused in the Timeless Halls. And I've heard the legendary tale of your race to the end of Arda. Oh, and of course, Aunt Varda has been mentioned as well!" Memories flood back to Manwe, stirring emotions long buried.

You turn to face him, your youthful appearance contrasting with the wisdom that shines in your eyes. You possess a certain naivety, much like he and his brother once did. "Mother shared everything she knew, and now that I am here, both you and father must regale me with more stories!" you declare eagerly.

Melkor...the memories flood back to him. Manwe experiences a mixture of joy and sorrow within his heart. His brother, whom he believed to be forever lost, had taken the time to remember and share these precious memories with his family. A part of Melkor still held onto those moments and made sure they were passed down to you.

The weight of grief surrounding Melkor's downfall lessens ever so slightly on the day Manwe meets you. However, that joy is short-lived as Manwe realizes the extent of your ignorance. You know nothing of your father's world. Wherever you were raised, you were shielded from the knowledge of Melkor as the dark lord who wreaked havoc and caused immense suffering. You did not witness his tyranny or the ruins he left behind. Instead, you remember him through the lens of your mother's love, a sibling's perspective, and the purity of a Vala's devotion.

Manwe's heart aches with the knowledge of the hardships that await you in Arda. As a child of Melkor, you would face animosity and hostility, no matter your innocence or lineage. The thought of your inevitable suffering weighs heavily on him, and he considers the option of sending you back to the world where your mother resides, hoping that it may offer you a kinder fate.

Yet, in the presence of your unburdened enthusiasm and joy, Manwe finds himself momentarily captivated. He refrains from divulging the painful truths of your father's downfall or the adversity that awaits you in Arda. Instead, he listens attentively to your excited ramblings, cherishing your carefree and uncorrupted smiles.

For now, Manwe sets aside his concerns and relishes in the innocence and genuine happiness that radiates from you, unwilling to taint your spirit with the harsh realities of the world you have entered.

In the realm where divine beings intertwine, an unexpected union occurred, bringing together Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Melkor, a figure shrouded in darkness and brooding essence. Their worlds collided in a singular moment, giving birth to a child—a being of paradoxical nature named Anteros, Agape, or y/n—whose very presence exuded both alluring beauty and shadowed desire.

Unlike your siblings, your essence wove together the delicate threads of passion and strife, love and longing, creating a unique blend that both mesmerized and unsettled those who encountered you. With your enigmatic charm, you carried a touch of melancholy in your eyes, reflecting the intricacies of your divine lineage.

Within you resided a profound yearning for balance, a longing for the reconciliation of light and darkness, love and pain. Your purpose was to ignite within hearts a love that was tempered by wisdom, an understanding that embraced both tenderness and struggle.

As the child of Aphrodite and Melkor, you embodied a love that transcended boundaries, embracing the complexities of existence. Your presence served as a reminder that even in the depths of darkness, love could bloom, and from the ashes, healing could emerge.

Thus, y/n, you became a beacon of love that knew no boundaries, inviting mortals and immortals alike to embrace their own contradictions and find solace in the intertwining dance of light and shadow.