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[loyalservants]

“ Well it’s a little too late for that now.” (mairon for tar-míriel )

( The Weekenders | @taintedfirelight )

                                 TAR-MÍRIEL had ceased her steps as she attempted to leave the room. She had no  DESIRE  to remain with the Maia whom so many believed was corrupted by utter darkness. He had poisoned her husband’s mind and she feared of what may become of everything. She kept her Faith upon the Valar in the West and her  FEAR  for her life was great around his presence.   ❝ Is it ? ❞   she whispered, turning her head and she looked at him with a  FROWN .

                                      So many nights and moons had it been and she had never allowed fear overrule her faith for the Valar and for Eru. She had been there in their rituals, forced by her husband to attend, and their so called prayers but she never prayed to Melkor but within her  HEART , she prayed to Eru to ease their suffering and to rid of Sauron, once and for all. It seemed like He could not hear her but she never lost  HOPE . To lose the only thing left of her, it would cost her so much. She was a queen, supposedly the ruling one when her own cousin had forced her to marry him, and she had to be a symbol of  STRENGTH  for her people… for the ones whom her fathers and ancestors before her promised to protect at all costs.

                                     ❝ Perhaps, my husband never needed a nudge into darkness. Perhaps, he has already fallen into it long before you. Perhaps, it is indeed too late. You have him, what more could you want from  ME ? ❞

[loyalservants]

( Continuation | @taintedfirelight )

❝ You say this as though it has any bearing upon my actions. ❞  

His words hold an air of sickening amusement, and he pauses, single brightened eye narrowing in on Isildur’s heir.

Of all those that his hatred can be felt for, this one man carries the greatest part. In his blood flows that of the Kings of Númenor, a bloodline that never fails to ignite Sauron’s hatred and drag back old memories.

That any Man of that accursed bloodline should have survived, and indeed be living in this day in this Third Age is simply disgusting to the Maia. No matter– it will end here. He will make certain of it.

❝ Now, do you have any preference as to where I begin? ❞

                                     FIGHTING was been fruitless. When he had brought many Men to doom upon the Gates of Mordor. A  FOOLISH  thought and a  FOOLISH  strategy but he was determined indeed to distract the Cruel Dark Lord from Frodo                             to keep away his  GAZE  from the mouth of Mount Doom. He hoped that Frodo had been successful but whatever  HOPE  left within him was beginning to flail. Merry and Pippin, such young souls, wrapped into the torments and suffering of war when they needed not to. Now there were but two more corpses upon the pile. Legolas and Gimlí, brave but alas, he only was glad that their burdens were lifted... perhaps. 

                          And Arwen...

                                     He could not even bear the thought of never having her by his side or within in his arms. His deeds were not in  VAIN  but they were not good enough. He had fallen into the same folly as his ancestor.

                                     DISGUST was apparent upon his face as well as dirt, muck and blood ( some his enemies and others his own ). Heavy chains upon his wrists that weighed him down. He was dragged before the Dark Lord and he glared upon him, though his face held no scowl.   ❝ You yet have to win the day. ❞

[gronthosargureos]

treasure (from annatar to tyelpë, hello ! )

"Wow..." Celebrimbor had to stop and stare as he lowered himself into the cave. Seams of ore ran through the stone like liquid fire in the light of the glowing stone tied to his hip while deposits of what were either minerals or uncut precious stones glittered out at him. "This is amazing!" The Ñoldo called to his companion, "How in the Void did you even know this was here? Hold on, I'm nearly to the bottom!" Once his feet were firmly affixed to the earth again, Celebrimbor pulled out a set of instruments, intent on taking samples to test back in Ost-in-Edhil.

How was all this just sitting here undiscovered for so long? Surely the dwarves would've had an inkling that such a rich bounty was hidden away for the taking. He wondered how far back it went and held up his light to try judging the length of the tunnel. "Have you seen this, Annatar mellon-nin?"

[loyalservants]

( Continuation | @taintedfirelight​ )

❝ Of course, Master. ❞

One knee is bent to the ground, and his head is lowered. His tone is respectful, almost wary. It was nothing more than a mild disruption, a slight misstep. It could have been worse. Much worse.

Internally, he still scolds himself. In the end, his force had won the day, though the few-dozen orcs he’d brought on the scouting mission with him had been slain, and a small number of the enemy had escaped.

He doesn’t deny that he is afraid, at least to some small degree.

❝ I shall not make these mistakes in the future. ❞

                                      MELKRA sat upon her  THRONE , charred hands holding the armrests of the carven stone. Upon her brow shone the three Silmarils,  GLEAMING  and  RADIANT . Ever so proud she was of her misdeed and she wore it so. She spoke to her lieutenant in such a  CALMING  tone, of course, t’was darkness beneath the lively mask.

                                      She expected nothing less from him and alas she was met with but  DISAPPOINTMENT . Every Orc counts, every mistake can produce the overall consequence. This was  WAR  and she was not going to make waste.  ICY  cold eyes narrowed as she looked upon him, chin arisen slightly and the  LIGHT  of the Silmarils shifted then. 

                                     ❝ Knowest that I may dispose of thee, Lieutenant, ❞   she said. From forgiving,  DEEP  and  OMINOUS  then became her voice that echoed through the dark and empty hall.   ❝ And Gothmog then hath to take thy place. ❞

[eldatarin-blog]

“ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ” (annatar for gil-galad)

@taintedfirelight​

     𝕸odest was he in speech and comely the voice that bore it, this visitor, and deeply did his presence stir the king’s senses. A clamour that uttered his fair name had sooner come about the city where the sovereign of the Noldor dwelt, but he was not moved by it.

And thus now he told him, ❛ Call me uncouth, you will, for saying unto you: take your gifts, we shall not need of them. ❜ For Annatar did not appear to Ereinion Gil-galad to meet the fairness of his own face. ❛ We in Lindon shall not have your giveaways, I say again. ❜

[arawynngoldwing]

It's a simple prank really, and not overtly obvious, but Arawynn will return home to find that everything inside has been flipped, so that it's a mirror image of the way it was when she'd left it.

Upon her return, Arawynn didn’t notice that something was amiss until she tried to hang up her cloak. The soft thud of a cloth falling to the ground broke through the tiredness. For a second, she just stood there, staring at her cloak on the floor where her clothes hanger was supposed to be.

Supposed to was probably the key, for there was no trace of the clothes hanger to be found on her left. In its place sat the dresser she used to store her weapons and other necessities. The dresser in turn was supposed to stand on her right. But there she found the missing clothes hanger.

For the moment, Arawynn simply hung up her cloak. As she ran the rule over her little home, the Dragon Changer noticed more and more of her furniture standing at places they were not supposed to be. It took her a while to realized somebody had exchanged her entire furnishing.

And said somebody had made quite an effort. She chuckled softly. It was a good prank.

[loyalservants]

I yearn for thy return and when thou hast come, thou art in disguise. The warmest of welcome thou had earned. In Eregion, where I have found my life to which the temptations I have succumbed. But that new form was but one of thy many lies.

Why, brother? Wherefore art thou Sauron when thou mayest become Mairon once more? Doth thou not miss thy sister? They may hate thee but there is no room in my heart for me to abhor-- my very half.

                                                        Doth thou not remember?

( @taintedfirelight liked post for a moodboard ! )

[adunada]

@taintedfirelight​, 𝖁 : 𝕹𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴𝖘

     𝕺ne of the Elf-friends he was, of those that diminished steadily under Ar-Pharazôn’s shameful rule. His far sight and distrust still came beyond the mask of Tar-Mairon worn in Númenor’s court. 

And though now he trembled in his heart for it he spoke aloud. ❛ Foul counsel it is that you pass. ❜