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Commission of my Tolkien OC Manó, Maia of Námo and Herald of the Halls of Mandos done for me by:
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Commission of my Tolkien OC Manó, Maia of Mandos and one of the Blue Istari done for me by:
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*Manó cleared his throat as he timidly approached the Vala.
“Lord Irmo, my lord sent me to gather back some fëar back from you that needed more healing at his hand.”
@silmarillion-ocs
(From Manó)
"Oh," the Vala tilted his head slightly. "Welcome here. Can you be a little more specific on the matter?" Irmo listed through his memory to try to guess which of his and Estë's charges could Námo possibly mean.
@silmarillion-ocs (Manó)
Manó, a Maia of Namó, for @melkors-4th-silmaril
Thank you, I had so much fun with this!
First time.....dying
The monster fell.
Oronís watched incredulously, along with allies and even enemies, as huge scaled and winged body plumeted down, right on the top of the towers of Thangorodrim. When it crashed, it caused a disastrous chain reaction, one of them being a huge earthquake, followed by landslides and cracks opening almost everywhere.
Nighs and wails of spooked horses, mixed with both victorious or frightened screams were deafening. It was hard to get necessary commands through, to navigate panicking soldiers and to keep at least a little of order in the hell which was breaking loose.
Another tremor had her spine freeze. She felt the ground underneeth her trembling. The earth itself seemed to shiver with unspeakable pain.
"FALL BACK! FALL BACK! THE GROUND WILL NOT HOLD! RETREAT!" she screamed from the top of her lungs, urging her soldiers. She waved at Arafinwe, who was battling nearby. She wanted to call, to warn him, when sharp pain pierced her, sapping away her strenth and breath as well.
The pain was making it unable to breath and as fatigue claimed her, she spotted a head of a spear stick out of her chest, near the middle. She felt herself falling, and thought she fell into the water, since the sounds around were suddenly muffled, she felt cold, and everything darkened quickly.
So....is this death?
@mano-of-mandos
Hiányzik a keze a kezemből,
Hiányzik az ajka a számról,
Hiányoznak a beszélgetések,
Hiányzik hogy odabujhassak hozzá és biztonságban érezzem magam,
Hiányzik a teste,
Mindene hiányzik,
De legfőképpen a szerelme az ami a legjobb hiányzik, hogy ő is úgy akarjon, ahogy én őt!
Kérlek küzdj! Nem állok készen a búcsúra!