#thû

[artesdaterramediaby-kithkerulin]

Muitos nomes, muitas formas

Todas essas versões de Sauron, ou melhor dizendo, do nosso querido maia Mairon que encontrei; bem quero dizer, alguns são supostos, descartes, variações da mesma coisa, que de algum modo se encaixam nele. Deve ter mais, mas por ora, é isso.

O primeiro é ele Mairon ✨

Esse fiquei na dúvida, que talvez ele devesse ser o primeiro na lista, mas… deixei assim. Tevildo era um gato enorme, EU SEI, mas eu quis fazer algo meio a meio aqui 🤭

Segundo o que encontrei Tiberth era outro nome do Tevildo, e achei legal dar outra forma para ele tbm, já mais élfica e fluindo para uma vibe mais Sauron.

Aqui já entramos de fato no nosso conhecido maia. Pelo que vi por ai, Thauron era uma forma anterior do nome Sauron

Aparentemente Sûr era só uma outra variação de nomes que Sauron teve, que parece nem ter sido mantido; enfim, apenas existiu em algum momento.

Fankil parece ter sido o mesmo caso do Sûr, um nome abandonado, ou outra pessoa; era um agente de Morgoth que tinha funções similares ao Sauron (ou que fosse ele mesmo, mas sem muita confirmação) porém, pra mim é ele, escolho acreditar nisso.

Thû parece ser um intermediário entre Tevildo e Sauron onde um já estava virando o outro(?) Bem, optei de dar o título a ele de "Sombra", msm que em algumas referencias ele apareça já como "Necromante", mas escolhi assim, pq fiz OUTRO necromante 😅 que vcs virão logo, além de que eu quis referenciar a forma vampiro dele.

Esse aqui pelo que entendi é uma versão anterior do já conhecido Gorthaur, e parece trazer vestígios do Thû e do Thauron(?) Não sei, não entendo mt coisa, mas acho legal essa confusão 😆 Resolvi trazer ele como senhor dos 🐺porque eu quis

Final e oficialmente Sauron o ABOMINÁVEL Tbm achei como tradução para seu nome como O FÉTIDO, O PODRE, mas eu não quis ofender mt o querido 🤣 Fiz a forma morcegóide estranha dele que eu já desenhei algumas vezes pq achei que se encaixaria (meio luciferiano e bonito) com seu lado podre, que pra mim é o interno (ainda) somente

Trazendo agora as referencias da série Rings Of Power, temos o conhecido como "Sauron de Forodwaith", eu quis trazê-lo como Gorthaur o Cruel (que tbm pode significar algo abominável ou horrível), em vez apenas de MAIS UM SAURON 🤭, mesmo que ele seja. Todos eles são, essa variação louca da mesma coisa.

Mais um da série Rings of power, esse é ICONICO!! O querido SlimeSauron, uma das melhores formas do Sauron que é essa gosma rastejante gororobenta. Foi uma adição da série que pra mim foi muito boa

Eis tbm uma das melhores formas que a série Rings of power adicionou para tentar nos enganar, (e só conseguiu nos cativar), Halbrand, o rei das terras do Sul, tbm vulgo "cachorinho da Galadriel" 😏

AQUI EU CONHECI AQUELE QUE EU SEMPRE SONHEI! Mais um presente da série Rings of power, Annatar o senhor das dádivas (E QUE DÁDIVA)! Sua primeira aparição me arrepia até hoje 💖

Aqui ele atingiu o ápice, não é mais possível ou necessário distinguir Annatar de Sauron, eles são a mesma coisa, um só: MAIRON, mas nada admirável, totalmente corrompido, maníaco por anéis poderosos, nunca vou esquecer ele dizendo a Galadriel para DAR A ELE 😂(sempre vou rir do duplo sentido disso)

Esse eu quis fazer uma nova forma que deixa CLARO que é Sauron, ele já é isso, mesmo que não curta muito a ideia de ser podre, fedido e abominável haha Tentei trazer um pouco de como seria a ideia que a série Rings of Power pode trabalhar na S3, essa mistura de "Halbrannatar"(?) E saiu assim. Agora ele é o Senhor de Mordor assumidamente em seu trono escuro.

Aqui tentei mais uma forma dele (na vdd outro NOME) que aparece entre o Annatar e sua sedução de elfos. Pq não dar umas escapadas de Annatar para outra coisa? Então temos Artano e tentei deixá-lo divônico com suas joias diferentes.

Mais um caso similar ao do Artano e Annatar. Aulendil foi outra forma gostosa para enganar as pessoas 😆 Esse eu resolvi reciclar e aproveitar uma forma que eu desenhava o Annatar, mas como me apeguei ao Annatar da série, aproveite esse meu como Aulendil

ESSE FOI UM DOS QUE MAIS AMEI FAZER: Tar-Mairon Sauron querendo resgatar um pouco do antigo Maia que ele foi? Usei o Charlie Vickers de base para o rosto dele e amei o resultado, esse homem fica bem com qualquer peruca.

Aqui no Zigûr eu quis mantê-lo ruivo como o Tar-Mairon (e reaproveitei um design que usei no kinktober saurondriel), mas modifiquei o rosto para não serem exatamente a mesma coisa.

Esse eu ainda fico bobinho que fiz. Nesse Sauron eu usei OBVIAMENTE, o ator Charlie Vickers de referencia para o rosto, e uma daquelas imagens de Sauron que aparece nos filmes D'o Senhor dos Anéis, que ele tem cabelo meio platinado, e a armadura tbm veio dos filmes de forma mais simplificada.

E o ultimo que fiz (mas não o ultimo Sauron eu acho, poderiam ser possível mais) foi sua forma INOMINADA, chamada apenas de "Necromante de Dol Guldur" e depois ficou identificado como Sauron mesmo Usei o ATOR Charlie Vickers de referencia novamente, mas eu tentei deixar ele meio acabado, o que foi difícil.

REFERENCIAS DE PESQUISAS QUE USEI

O senhor dos anéis: O retorno do rei (Volume 3)

Contos Inacabados De Númenor E Da Terra-média

https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sauron

https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Tevildo

https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Sauron#Etymology

[mhevarujta]

'Go! fetch me those sneaking Orcs,' he said, that fare thus strangely, as if in dread, and do not come, as all Orcs use and are commanded, to bring me news of all their deeds, to me, to Thû.'

In The Lay of Leithian, Thû and Sauron are used intechangeably. But what really interests me is that Mairon calls HIMSELF Thû. We know that Thû is "a corruption of his Sindarin name, Gorthaur." And who do we know as THE master of twisting and corrupting things? Melkor.

So, headcanon time:

'Thû' was not given to Sauron by his enemies. It was first used by Melkor. When Mairon initially heard that he was being called Gorthaur, he was annoyed as fuck. He returned home to Melkor in a state of rage and he was ranting for hours. Melkor found it all hilarious of course. But he sat Mairon down, took his head on his lap and stroked his hair to make him relax. And he started teasingly calling him "poor little Thû". Melkor pointed out that he himself had become known as Morgoth, and what Mairon couldn't throw off he should embrace. Mairon eventually calmed down and realised he liked how 'Thû' rolled off Melkor's tongue, and he also connected the name to Melkor's attempt to appease him and take care of him. He became so fond of the name that he started demanding its use among his ranks and eventually, through war and carnage, the name reached his enemies' ears and it took root. Thus the bitter taste that 'Gorthaur' left for Mairon was erased through a pet-name.

[verecunda]

I love how Sauron trots out the "I have many names" line every time someone works out who he is. He's so proud of all those names! He's dying for a chance to rhyme them all off! He worked hard for them all! Someone!!! Please!!! Just stand there a bit and let him list all his names!

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Thû, the Necromancer, Lord of Werewolves and his Herald, Thuringwethil

Baby girls😘

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Message on the wind

Paring: Mairon & Thû

Themes: Soft

Warnings: Alcohol use | Thralldom

Wordcount: 1.4k words

Summary: Mairon calls on the Lord of Werewolves to discuss an important piece of news he has received.

This was inspired by this art by @naarisz

“Lord Mairon has come, my lord,” an orc guard rasped. He stood on the other side of the entry to the council room, his shield and spear in hand. “He is at the northern gate, and wishes to speak with you on a matter of great importance."

“Do not keep Lord Mairon waiting, you fool!” Thû shouted. He set the parchment he held in his hand down on the table and rose, pushing his seat behind him as he did so. It creaked as it scraped over the polished flagstone floor. “Bring him here without further delay!”

The orc trembled and made haste to obey. He bowed, and then he ran, his armor clanging softly before the sound faded into the distance. Thû regarded the creature with great disdain.

Wretched things, he thought, only good for fighting and dying for the sake of the master’s cause.

He stepped away from the table and crossed over to the open doorway. There were thralls always standing by the hearth in the hall outside the council room, elves and mortals who had the misfortune of being taken to Angband and other fell places and who were then forced to spend the rest of their days attending beings who served a dark and dreadful master. Those who served the Lord of Werewolves were garbed in dull grey robes that bore his own particular sigil: a great black wolf picked out in jet and black thread upon the left breast. They fell to their knees in unison when Thû marched into the chamber, the air around him crackling with great menace when he did so.

“Go now to the kitchens,” he commanded as one who was very much accustomed to giving out orders, “and bring meat and wine and other delicacies. Lord Mairon has called on this keep, and he may be here a while.”

The thralls rose to their feet and set themselves to the task of carrying out their master’s biding. Some went to the kitchens to see to the food and drink. Another fed fresh logs into the hearth; the fire within grew brighter, and the chill lingering in the hall was driven away by the warmth it provided. Others lit tapers standing high on copper stands and lamps hanging from thick beams in the ceiling. Others still scattered little sprigs of sweet-smelling dried flowers from earthenware bowls onto the floor. Then the thralls who went to the kitchens returned, their hands heavy with dishes of cold cuts of meat and cheese and wild berries and golden flagons filled with fine wine. They arranged everything on a table that stood between the hearth at one end and a wall covered floor to ceiling with a great tapestry at the other end. Thû looked on approvingly. The hall was now worthy of receiving the most trusted servant of the master they both served.

“Now leave,” he barked. The thralls bowed and fled.

I think I know why he comes, he thought, harking back to the parchment that lay upon the council room table. And in a few moments, I will know if I am right on this score.

A werewolf howled in the distance, its cry hanging in the air like a mournful dirge. A second joined it, and then a third. Not long after that, many and more joined in, their calls chilling the blood of any who was not accustomed to hearing them. To Thû, the sound was as sweet as the sweetest music.

He walked to a large window that was open to the night and peered into the land outside of it. Mist crept in from the mountains beyond his keep like thin whisps of smoke, hiding shrubs and the roots of ancient pine and oak from the untaught eye. The moon was waning and partly covered with dark clouds; little light lay over the land. That did not hinder those who dwelled within the keep. Thû espied dark shapes speeding through the mist and leaping over roots and bushes. His werewolves were hungry.

May they have much to feast on this night, he told himself.

An orc came in search of him; she thumped the butt of her spear against the stone floor. He turned to the opening of the hall, to face her, and he discovered that she was not alone. A lord stood a pace behind her, tall and uncommonly fair to look at. His eyes blazed as if aflame. Gold glittered around his fingers.

“Lord Mairon, my lord,” the orc said.

“Hail and well met, my Lord of Werewolves,” Mairon said softly.

“Hail and well met, my lord.” Thû bowed deeply. Mairon was a Maia, after all; he would never be his equal. “I trust your journey here was a peaceful one?”

“It was indeed.” The Maia stepped over the lip into the hall, garbed in fine dark robes with golden eyes adorning the edges. They opened and closed every other moment, and in perfect time with the three eyes that rested upon his brow. The flames in the lamps and the tapers and the hearth flickered and then grew uncommonly bright, as if they were fed by his presence. He smiled when he set his gaze upon the table. “And I see that you have already set a tasty table for me.”

“Indeed, my lord." Thû went over to the table and pulled out the seat at the head of it. He lifted a flagon of wine and poured some of its contents into a goblet. “Please,” he added after the orc bowed and closed the doors to the hall behind her, leaving them to themselves, “have something to eat and drink, and refresh yourself.”

Mairon bowed his head and accepted the invitation to eat and drink, his robes hissing softly over the floor as he made his way to his seat. He only waited until Thû took his place by his right before he said, “A message was brought to me on the wind. A mortal lord is on a quest to retrieve one of the hallowed jewels that adorns the crown of our master.”

“That is what my own spies tell me also.” Thû, gratified that he was correct in his assumption over Mairon's reason to call on him, explained the message he received: a mortal who called himself Beren had hopes to secure for himself one of the hallowed jewels. This, in turn, would help him win the hand of the Princess of Doriath. Then he asked if Mairon wished to read the message himself.

“No,” Mairon said with the wave of a beringed hand. “But I urge you to consign this missive to the flames if you have not done so already. I also urge you to prepare yourself should this mortal come upon your doors. For if he should come, the sons of Fëanáro will surely follow; their oath will not allow them to rest once word of a quest to retrieve a Silmaril reaches their ears.”

“I will prepare myself, my lord,” Thû promised. He served Mairon a lord’s portion of the food, and was pleased to hear the Maia sigh with contentment after his first sip of wine. “Beren will not succeed in his quest. He will not go beyond the lands of this keep should he indeed come upon it; I give you my word on this.”

“Just so.” Mairon broke off a piece of cheese and bit into it. Its taste was quite sharp, and it went splendidly with the wine. “But we have much time still. This mortal must seek out allies first. He cannot hope to succeed in his quest by himself.”

Thû pondered this in silence. Then he said, “Beren cannot manage with the aid of the Edain; they do not have the power to go against those like us. He would have to seek the aid of elves—Lord Findaráto, perhaps. They say he harbors a certain fondness for mortals.”

“I am told this as well,” Mairon said. His lips curled in distaste. Ageless elves consorting with those who were so easy to sway and whose lives were so easy to extinguish was a notion he could never truly comprehend. They should be making servants of the Edain, he often told himself, instead of embracing them as friends and allies. “But it would be of little consequence in the end. What hope would an elf have to stand against beings who helped sing this very world into existence?”

“True, my lord,” Thû returned, serving food for himself. He helped himself to a sliver of cured venison and savored its smokey taste. “And the master would be most pleased, I think, when we present them to him, broken and bound in chains.”

“The rewards would be endless, for you and for me,” Mairon said, turning his attention toward the open windows. The werewolves had begun to howl again; he perceived great power in their cries. “Now tell me more of those werewolves I hear. I may need the use of some of them for myself.”

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[atane-is-here]

Gorthaur and Thuringwethil on Tol en Gaurhoth living their best lives as vampire wife and husband

Design for Thuri heavily inspired by @thuringwedhil

[the-angband-confessional]

My Lord Thû, what must I do to show you my true humility?

*sweeps hair from neck, should you wish to mark me*

Your growl is but my command.

The air grows cold as Thû comes closer, his curiosity piqued. No one had willingly offered to let him mark them before.

"Are you so eager for my favor?" he lilted before rearing his head. The gasp he heard when teeth sank into soft flesh was as sweet as any melody.

Pleased with how well you conducted yourself throughout the exchange, Thû comes to a decision and steps back. "You have proven your humility," he declares. "Now rise."

[kathrins-sketchbook]

Tolkientober catchup posting 1/?