#valkor

[nerdanel-the-wise-istarnie]

"you could say due to the kinslaying Maedhros lost one of his hand privileges, i am so sorry my lady i just could not resist, Faeron liked it i think, he told me to get out though"

~@valkor-maiar-of-irmo

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         ⠀                             ˗ˏˋ​ ​ ​​ ​――  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙 . . . ​ ​​ ​ ​❞

Nerdanel rolled her eyes at the maiar that leaned against her door frame. Leaving the old portrait of her family down, she turned to Valkor.

“Is this my son's way of asking you to check up on me?” she raised an eyebrow. However, Nerdanel did find it a little funny imaging her son drive out his lover for the saying that.

[qualxon]

When he, Ramoth and Emrys had returned from the temples, Ddraig's feet had barely touched the ground before Valkor - an old friend of his - approached them in the tunnels. 

"Your father wants to see you, Ddraig - now," he said quietly. 

Something tightened in his chest, and he couldn't quite stop himself from taking a fleeting nervous glance at his younger brother. Ramoth's eyes were alight with something halfway between fear and anger as he fixed his gaze on Valkor. The Drake with the dull golden scales either didn't notice this or didn't give much thought to it. Instead, he kept his eyes on Ddraig. A heavy silence fell upon them.

Eventually, Ddraig spoke: "Just me," he said. It wasn't a question.

Valkor nodded grimly. Morsen was in a bad mood.

Ddraig turned to face his younger brother fully, and with a feigned air of confidence he told him: "You and Emrys go on - I'll catch up to you afterwards."

Ddraig could tell that Ramoth didn't like the situation, regardless of how familiar it was. He'd been a liar if he said he didn't feel the same. 

Slowly, Emrys led Ramoth away and down one of the tunnels, and Ddraig stood with Valkor, watching them leave. 

"He knows about the plan," Valkor muttered. "Morsen, that is. He knows you three are planning to leave the Eyrie."

Ddraig's blood ran cold in his veins. 

How? How could he know? They had always been careful to never mention the plan to leave within earshot of anyone else, leaving the Eyrie and discussing it on the wing or talking in a secluded area far away. 

"A spy?" Ddraig asked Valkor.

"I wish I knew."

Ddraig shook his head in frustration and began walking in the opposite direction to where Emrys took Ramoth. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked over his shoulder at Valkor.

"If things go wrong in that chamber," he said in a low, hushed tone, "take Ramoth and Emrys and get out of here. Go to the surface - Morsen would never follow them there."

Valkor's body visibility tensed.

"We're about to go to war," he replied. "Tensions are high, and you know how Morsen feels about rule-breakers."

"Ddraig - !"

"If I'm not back by nightfall, or if there's any other obvious sign that I'm..." Ddraig let out a shaky breath, and fought to keep his voice steady. "Just... promise me you'll get them out of here - go with them if you can."

Valkor stepped towards Ddraig, and with a steely resolve that Ddraig always admired his for having, nodded. "I promise."

                                      <•°•>

Ddraig said nothing as he stood before Morsen.

His heart hammered in his chest so hard he feared it would break his ribs from the inside. But he still remained silent, not quite making eye contact.

"You are set to be king," Morsen said at last. His voice was as dark and commanding as his demeanor, making it very clear how he had remained as king for as long as he had.

Again, Ddraig did not speak.

"You have every tool at your disposal to make yourself a powerful ruler, and yet...you are more concerned with frivolous antics."

The silence returned.

"I can see that you are not weak, Ddraig. However, your will is too easily swayed by your brother." He almost spat the last word.

...

"He must be removed."

Ddraig's head snapped up.

"What do you mean?"

A low growl resonated from Morsen's throat. "He is a weak link. He cannot be allowed to continue influencing you. He must be culled."

No...no. This couldn't be real, he told himself. Ddraig had expected his own life to be on the line, but Ramoth? His little brother?

"You must be the one to do it." 

Ddraig's voice was little more then a breath. "No."

"What?"

"I won't kill Ramoth." His voice was louder now - not quite a shout, but still fuelled by the same fear and anger he saw in Ramoth's eyes. "He's my brother."

"That means nothing!" Morsen raised himself up to his full height and spread his wings wide in one fluid motion.

Although he was by no means small compared to Morsen, Ddraig had never felt so dwarfed by his father's stature.

"I killed more than just my brother to get to where I am!" Morsen snarled, revealing huge teeth that appeared to gleam. "Perhaps I was wrong about you. Perhaps you are weak. If you won't kill Ramoth, then I certainly will."

As Morsen turned away from him and began stomping towards the chamber's exit, Ddraig felt as though his heart had stopped beating. His mind was racing, yet he couldn't think. He was so preoccupied with trying to formulate a single solid thought that he didn't notice himself moving until, with a roar of fury, he sank his teeth deep into Morsen's leg.

In a flash of movement, Morsen spun around, yanking his leg from Ddraig's grip. Ddraig leapt back just before Morsen caught his head between his teeth, but failed to see one of Morsen's massive wings swinging towards his head until it collided. The impact sent Ddraig's head careening to the side as his vision flashed white.

Then, a searing pain, starting at his throat and ending above his spine. Ddraig struggled, thrashing wildly with his wings until he struck what he could only assume was Morsen's eye, and the pressure around his neck released.

He didn't hesitate in swiveling around to bite again at Morsen. His teeth gripped Morsen's snout, but the hold didn't last long before the larger drake shook off Ddraig.

Before he could do anything else, Ddraig was shoved bodily to the side and crashed against the ground. He tried to scramble back to his feet, but a pressure - right where his head connected to his neck - pinned him in place. He glared upwards at Morsen's face as thick, hot blood dripped from his snout.

"You fight well, Ddraig," he growled, panting slightly. "But not well enough."

Panic gripped Ddraig once more, drowning out all the rage he had felt moments before, as Morsen shifted his talons further up Ddraig's head.

"Any final words?"

"I'll kill you," Ddraig hissed as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. "I'd sooner die than let you kill Ramoth."

"That can be arranged."

Morsen drove his talons into Ddraig's skull, right over his eye, and pulled downwards quickly and with little effort. The pain was immeasurable, but it didn't last long before Ddraig's world went dark.

                                      <•°•>

Ramoth couldn't move. His entire body ignored every instinct that told him to run and flee the sight before him.

His brother's body lay at Morsen's feet, with one eye all but gauged out from the wound trailing down his face. Morsen stared at Ramoth as he stood in the chamber's entrance, and his lips curled into something like a sneer.

Finally, his legs moved, and Ramoth began trying to back away, but Morsen was faster as he lunged forward. He reached out with his talons, raking them down the right side of Ramoth's face. Ramoth screeched in agony as the pain exploded like an inferno.

He expected to feel Morsen's teeth around his neck, tearing out his throat, but nothing happened. Through his good eye, he could see Valkor dragging his claws along Morsen's wing as his teeth struggled to find purchase in his thick hide.

Ramoth didn't know when Valkor arrived, or how. All he knew, in that moment, was the blazing pain on his face and his brother's corpse on the other side of the chamber.

His thoughts were interrupted, however, when a pair of familiar blue-and-yellow eyes appeared in front of him, and a voice spoke to him.

"We have to leave. Now." Emrys began pushing Ramoth out of the chamber as quickly as either of them could move, away from where Valkor kept Morsen locked in battle. "Go, go!"

Numbly, Ramoth obliged, following Emrys as she led him through the winding tunnels. Eventually, they approached an opening to the wide open sky, and they stopped.

"We have to fly, Ramoth. We need to leave. I don't know what happened in there, but we can't stay."

Ramoth still didn't move as he stared into the middle distance, and Emrys persisted.

"Ramoth!" She pushed him towards the ledge as a deafening roar came from the tunnel behind them.

"What about Valkor?" Ramoth asked slowly. He tried to ignore the fact that he wouldn't even be asking that if he hadn't rushed headlong towards the chamber.

"He'll know where to meet us."

Another roar.

Emrys all but shoved Ramoth off the ledge to get him into flight, and followed right beside him.

The mere fact that he was able to keep himself steady enough to fly came as something of a miracle to Ramoth. The burning marks down his face made it nearly impossible for him to even remember his own name.

They flew on in silence for some time. Neither of them said anything as they entered the same temple they had left earlier that day. Even as the light faded outside they sat together in silence while Emrys tenderly cleaned the three harsh gashes over Ramoth's eye. Ramoth didn't want to talk about any of it, and Emrys didn't want to pry. The next time either of them said a word was when Valkor, bloodied, bruised and limping heavily, found them in the temple halls. He said he'd take them to the surface, but that he wouldn't be able to stay with them for long, since his mate was still at the Eyrie and he couldn't leave her behind.

He led them outside and they once again took to the skies, traveling farther and farther until they came across a deep, wide cave in the ground. They landed beside it, and Valkor instructed Ramoth and Emrys.

"You need to go through here," he said. "And whatever you do, don't look back. Once you reach the surface, find somewhere to live, and live well. If you're struggling to find a sanctuary, find Rodan - he's a creature who is just as part of the molten earth as it is of him. Some call him the Fire Demon; you'll know him when you see him. Tell him you're Ddraig's brother, and he can help you."

He didn't let them say another word before he took off, back towards the Eyrie.

After a long moment, Ramoth and Emrys began their slow descent into the cavern, eventually emerging on the surface.

The gojira on the surface were less than welcoming to them, and after many restless days of aimless travel over oceans and land alike, they eventually found the Fire Demon Rodan in his volcano. Ramoth briefly recounted what he knew of Ddraig's death when Rodan asked, and with a sorrowful nod, he directed them to a mountain range up north, where the newly-evolved humans and gojira alike couldn't reach them.

[chubbyooo]

i was bored again

[nurantarenendurath]

Melkor and Varda

So usually I post Angbang stuff and so on

But I thought, that today might be a good day to talk about Melkor and Varda, because I think their relationship is a rather interesting one and doesn’t get as much recognition as it deserves.

The first thing about Melkor and Varda, that comes to mind is, that they are complete opposites.

Varda is the lady of light, she is fair and beautiful, calm and wise

Melkor is the lord of chaos and darknes, he is terrifying, full of hatred and rash

The normal way of looking at Varda and Melkor is the way of regarding them as enemies, even Antagonists to one another. Varda is the one the elves hold in highest regards, while they fear Melkor more than anything. So it does make sense, to think of Varda and Melkor as bitter enemies.

Yet there is a small part in the Silmarilion, that implies a different point of view. That is the part, where Melkor is described.

“In the beginning he desired the light...” And so on and so forth.

It is made clear, that Melkor wanted Varda for himself. (In the beginnign of all days)

And as he realised, that he couldn’t get her (since she was probably already in love with Manwe) He turned away from the light, and fell into the darknes.

Bearing this in mind it isn’t all that crazy to conclude, that Melkor once loved Varda or at least had some feelings for her.

It is a shame, that we don’t know more about the first days and how things were before the Ainulindale. Maybe Varda and Melkor were friends, maybe they were a couple. But at some pint, Varda must’ve turned away from Melkor and to Manwe.

This would also furthermore explain Melkors hatred torwards his brother. In his mindset Manwe ist guilty for stealing Varda from him. (But that is only headcanon)

I personally assume, that Melkor was deeply hurt by Vardas desicion. She choose Manwe instead of him.

Theoretically his personal pain could’ve transfered onto his creations and that is why the dark creatures of the world, fear the light.

Also Varda is one of the few beings, Melkor seems to fear, which also would be explained with his feelings for her.

What could be more frighting, than the imagination of hurting the person you once loved and (supposedly) still love.

Since we know practically nothing about either Varda or Melkor, before the Ainulindale, we only can rely on theories regarding their relationship.

I personally like the image of Melkor and Varda as a couple, but some day, Varda meets Melkors younger brother Manwe and she realises, that there is evil within Melkor. So she turns away from him, dooming him to fall.

And so he starts to hate her and to fear her at the same time.

In conclusion: Melkor and Varda might be enemies, but once they may have been lovers, which would explain their dire antagony. In any case theri relationship is very interesting, even more if you think, that irt shifted so drastically. Its too bad, that so few people talk about it.

What do you think about Varda and Melkor?

This was my Valkor/Meldar appreciation post

Hope You enjoyed it

Bye :)

[xayazia]

Valkor Kid 

[qualxon]

Previous

Another of Valkor's howling cries echoed through the air. Ramoth could smell the blood now, too much of it to be from one fight.

What had Valkor gotten himself into?

Ramoth stayed near the cover of the clouds as he flew nearer: if nothing else, he hoped to have some advantage of surprise. She shook his head to himself. No, who was he kidding? He was half blind, for goodness' sake! What chance would he stand against Morsen, if it came to that?

No. No, he wouldn't think like that, not now. He needed to focus. Valkor had saved his life once, now it was Ramoth's turn to repay that debt. He could rebuke Valkor for his foolishness later. For now, he just needed to find him.

The first glimpse of sunrise stretched over the horizon, reaching up with slender fingers of warm, golden light to grasp the sky and wipe away the clouds. Ramoth watched it for a moment, ignoring the pang of bitter nostalgia in his chest as he marvelled briefly at how the horrible gloom of night came alive with the hope of a new dawn. He felt that hope, however fleeting it was. There was a chance, he told himself. A chance that they could all make it out of this alive. He clung to that.

By now, the cacophony of battle had fused into one amalgamation of noise, making it almost impossible to distinguish any individual sounds. He was close, that much he knew. Ramoth dipped from the clouds, just far enough to see the land.

Drakes swarmed the air below him, swooping and diving, screeching and howling as they fought amongst themselves. In the middle of the chaos, down on the ground, Godzilla barreled into Morsen, roaring as he threw the drake into the dirt. Morsen quickly recovered from the blow, scrambling back to his feet and landing a firm bite on Godzilla's throat. A familiar shade of yellow streaked towards the two, crashing into Morsen's side with enough force to make him release his hold. Godzilla's dorsal plates began to glow, but at a command from Morsen, some half a dozen drakes swarmed the alpha and forced his attention away.

Ramoth needed to do something. Just as Morsen threw Valkor across the battlefield, Ramoth tucked in his wings and dove.

This was borderline insanity, but what other choice did he have?

He crashed against Morsen's shoulder. The impact sent a horrible jolt up his legs and through to his spine, but he paid it no mind.

Ramoth wasted no time in clamping his jaws shut around Morsen's head. He sank his talons deep into Morsen's flesh, feeling hit blood run over his feet. With a sharp jerk of his head, Morsen slung Ramoth from his back, who barely managed to keep himself standing.

Morsen's eyes widened for a moment as he looked down at Ramoth. "So," he growled. "You're still alive."

He lunged forward. Ramoth narrowly dodged Morsen's jaws as they closed on thin air. He ducked down, charging forward and shoving Morsen back, taking the opportunity to go for his outstretched wing. Ramoth snatched part of the membrane between his teeth and pulled with all the strength he could muster. The wet, sickly sound of tearing skin filled his ears, and a large flap of the membrane came away, leaving the bone of the lower part of the innermost digit exposed.

With a twisted, disgusting twinge of satisfaction, Ramoth knew that Morsen could not hope to fly now.

A concentrated jet of fire sprung from Morsen's mouth, leaving Ramoth with only a split second the throw up a wing to protect himself. Drakes could withstand the heat of their own fires, that was no secret, but everything has its limits. There was a screech, the thump of an impact, and then the fire ceased. Ramoth couldn't focus on anything other than the searing tingle of his wing as the charred skin smoked and the frantic pulse in his head.

He risked a glance back at Morsen to find Valkor clinging to Morsen's side, slashing and biting and tearing at anything he could get a hold of.

Ramoth gritted his teeth against the pain and lunged at Morsen once again, finding a strong purchase for his teeth around the drake's throat. He ignored the way the feathery fur on Morsen's neck almost suffocated him. Ramoth jerked his head once, then twice, then thrice, listening to the snapping of muscle as he yanked away the flesh. An enormous wing swatted him away before he could do anything else, knocking the air from his lungs.

Valkor was gone when Ramoth managed to look back, thrown once again onto the ground, bleeding heavily and barely able to stand. He shouted something, but Ramoth couldn't hear it.

Morsen's jaws closed around Ramoth's neck. He must have flanked his blind side. Ramoth opened his mouth - to roar, to gasp, to do something - but no sound came out. His lungs screamed for the air he couldn't draw in. Dark spots began clouding the remainder of his vision.

He was vaguely aware of being flung down, the newfound release of his throat only giving him enough breath the hack up the coppery taste of blood.

Something slammed onto his chest. He felt his ribs buckle and snap under the pressure.

It occurred to him then: where was Godzilla? Wasn't he - ?

A feeble glance around the bloodshed told him everything he needed to know. Godzilla, the fearless alpha of the kaiju, had fled.

Through his ever-darkening sight, he looked up at Morsen with every morsel of anger and seething rage he had. Nothing but contempt and disgust awaited him in Morsen's gaze as he reared back, bloody maw open.

Ramoth couldn't fight anymore. Was this how Ddraig felt, too? Beaten, broken, bloodied? Did he also feel his life slowly slipping from his heartbeat, growing weaker with each pulse?

A commotion caught his attention, and he looked to where Valkor struggled against someone.

He wished he hadn't.

Caelignis' wide, terrified eyes were the last thing Ramoth ever saw.

[qualxon]

Since you are doing requests, could you make a family tree/chart of all your Drake characters? I kinda have trouble with remembering who is who.

Sure thing!

(plus a version to show who is currently alive or dead under the cut, spoiler warning)

[qualxon]

Previous

Sat on the shore of a lake, Ramoth watched on as Caelignis and Eagon chased each other and splashed around in the water. No-one was even the slightest bit concerned of anyone's wings getting too wet to fly, since the sun was high and warm enough in the sky to dry them off by the time evening would come around. 

Emrys had left that morning to find Rodan - she said she saw other drakes, from the Eyrie, circling around the area lately, not many, just a few, and wanted to ask the volcanic kaiju if he knew of anything. Valkor thought it best to search for himself if there were others. That left Ramoth and his one working eye to watch the children. 

He'd never hold any complaints about having this job, mind. He was a father, and that meant it was part of his daily responsibilities; it also meant he could be there to watch his daughter grow up (even now she was already nearing  the end of her years of adolescence), and he couldn't ask for much more than that. 

Still, some part of his mind nagged him to take some degree of action, like going off to scout with Emrys and Valkor. But the more sensible part of him knew that him leaving would put Caelignis and Eagon's safety at risk. They were each perfectly capable of caring for themselves at this point, but Ramoth was not going to take that chance.

Instead, he let his focus wander between the two young drakes playing their games in the shallower water and the ripples of the lake. Underneath the surface, tiny flecks of light darted in and out of the translucent shadows. Small fish which, to Ramoth, were hardly any different to the ground beneath them. He continued to watch the creatures as they idly went about their business, blissfully unaware of the world outside of their lake. At one point, Ramoth caught a glimpse of a slightly larger shape in the water; darker, too. As it slowly grew larger, the splashing and games from the children ceased entirely.

"Dad?" Caelignis called out.

Ramoth looked up to see her and Eagon staring upwards towards the clouds. Following their gazes, he realised that the shadow in the water was really a silhouette in the sky. A silhouette that was moving rapidly towards them. 

"Get out of the water and stay behind me." Ramoth rose to his feet and moved himself between the shape and the young drakes. 

A grey drake landed harshly a few places away from them. 

"Well, well, well," the stranger sneered, revealing a row of jagged fangs. "This is certainly a surprise."

"Who are you?" Ramoth growled. 

"A scout."

"For what?"

"Our king's command."

Ramoth felt a vicious heat rising in his chest and throat. He spoke through gritted teeth. "Morsen is no king of mine."

The stranger chuckled. 

"Of course, how could I forget, Prince of Treason?"

Ramoth stood a little taller, baring his teeth  as he hissed: "Leave, scout. I will give you this one chance."

"Now why should I? Your head would make for a valuable prize." Ramoth noticed the stranger's gaze flick to Caelignis and Eagon. "I shouldn't let your spawn go free, either."

The stranger reared up into his hind legs and, wings spayed outwards, half-ran and half-flew in a charge at Ramoth. He was significantly larger and stronger than the grey drake, and so he clamped his jaws around the stranger's neck and hurled him towards the water, where crashed in the shallows. The stranger picked himself up and lunged again. This time, he leapt upwards, slashing with his talons at Ramoth's torso. 

Ramoth threw him off by the shoulder. When the drake landed in a heap on his back, Ramoth raised one foot and brought it down on the stranger's wing.

Hard.

A sickly snap filled Ramoth's ears as the drake below him hissed and screeched. 

"I gave you a chance to flee," he said lowly. "You threatened me and my own. You decided your fate."

The grey drake opened his mouth as if to say something, but Ramoth cut him off. He snatched the other's throat in his jaws and wrenched to the side. 

Another rapid series of snaps, and the grey drake's body went limp. Dead. 

Ramoth turned back towards Caelignis and Eagon. "Are you two alright?"

The both nodded without a word.

"Good," he continued. Approaching them, he nudged them both away from the scene. "We should leave here, get you to home where it's safe."

"Can you fly?" Eagon piped up. When Ramoth shot him a quizzical look, he nodded to Ramoth's left wing. 

It stung as he unfurled it. He smelled the blood before he properly saw it. 

Two thin slashes marked the membrane between his elbow and first digit. They had both torn through the flesh, but the bleeding was already subsiding. 

"I'll be fine," Ramoth replied. "It might slow me down a little, but it looks worse than it is."

After some further encouragement to the two young drakes, all three took to the sky in the direction of home. When they arrived, they found Valkor already in the cave, nursing a series of scrapes and a few harsh gashes. Ramoth and the children sat beside him.

"You too?" Valkor asked.

"Believe it or not."

It was almost sundown by the time Emrys returned to the cave, sporting a few scrapes herself. They exchanged a gloomy look, each knowing what the other was thinking. Without a word, Emrys nestled in beside Ramoth as he draped his wing over her. The five of them made idle conversation, not directly addressing the events of the day (they would have that conversation when the children weren't near enough to hear it), until, one by one, everyone had fallen asleep. 

Everyone, except Ramoth. 

He wasn't sure if it was paranoia or simply a sense of duty, but he remained awake most of the night, watching the cave entrance. Nothing else happened that night.