Melkórë

He Who Arises in Might This blog is trigger heavy.While everything should be tagged this is a warning.

[im-wide-asleep]

I’m new to tumblr, so for my first post I bestow upon you this horrible little Sauron doll I made. My brother has affectionately dubbed him “Waeby”

[the-constrainer]

@aicarosse

“If there is ever one lesson I would wish to teach you, son, it is to follow what you feels is the steps you might take. Not my path, not Manwe’s. Be who and what you want.”

[aicarosse]

Súre offered his sire a smile that some might call owlish and the young Ainur nodded, “You have my word father, I will always dance to the song I alone sing.”

@the-constrainer

[the-constrainer]

“Good, your Song is divine not only due to your blood, but due to your mind… you make me proud and I know your mother would say the same.”

[aicarosse]

Another nod and an affectionate smile, “Yes, I think my ‘mother’ is a little bit fond of me. And I am proud to belong to you both.”

[the-constrainer]

“It is rare to find ones who wish to be mine… I will take it with pride.”

[aicarosse]

At this Súre frowns, “I have an idea that Sin and Aria are proud to be yours. And Baby thinks all of us are perfect and beautiful and made of him drops.”

[the-constrainer]

“Probably… though Amanaisal bewilders me, I must confess.”

[aicarosse]

“Is That Baby’s name?” Laughs loudly, “I forget they even have a real name. They are just Baby to me.”

[the-constrainer]

“Yes, that is his name. It feels odd considering he is a fragment of my spirit to call him Baby.”

[the-constrainer]

@aicarosse

“If there is ever one lesson I would wish to teach you, son, it is to follow what you feels is the steps you might take. Not my path, not Manwe’s. Be who and what you want.”

[aicarosse]

Súre offered his sire a smile that some might call owlish and the young Ainur nodded, “You have my word father, I will always dance to the song I alone sing.”

@the-constrainer

[the-constrainer]

“Good, your Song is divine not only due to your blood, but due to your mind… you make me proud and I know your mother would say the same.”

[aicarosse]

Another nod and an affectionate smile, “Yes, I think my ‘mother’ is a little bit fond of me. And I am proud to belong to you both.”

[the-constrainer]

“It is rare to find ones who wish to be mine… I will take it with pride.”

[aicarosse]

At this Súre frowns, “I have an idea that Sin and Aria are proud to be yours. And Baby thinks all of us are perfect and beautiful and made of him drops.”

[the-constrainer]

“Probably... though Amanaisal bewilders me, I must confess.”

[the-constrainer]

@aicarosse

“If there is ever one lesson I would wish to teach you, son, it is to follow what you feels is the steps you might take. Not my path, not Manwe’s. Be who and what you want.”

[aicarosse]

Súre offered his sire a smile that some might call owlish and the young Ainur nodded, “You have my word father, I will always dance to the song I alone sing.”

@the-constrainer

[the-constrainer]

“Good, your Song is divine not only due to your blood, but due to your mind… you make me proud and I know your mother would say the same.”

[aicarosse]

Another nod and an affectionate smile, “Yes, I think my ‘mother’ is a little bit fond of me. And I am proud to belong to you both.”

[the-constrainer]

“It is rare to find ones who wish to be mine... I will take it with pride.”

[the-constrainer]

@aicarosse

“If there is ever one lesson I would wish to teach you, son, it is to follow what you feels is the steps you might take. Not my path, not Manwe’s. Be who and what you want.”

[aicarosse]

Súre offered his sire a smile that some might call owlish and the young Ainur nodded, “You have my word father, I will always dance to the song I alone sing.”

@the-constrainer

[the-constrainer]

“Good, your Song is divine not only due to your blood, but due to your mind... you make me proud and I know your mother would say the same.”

[the-constrainer]

Why the hell do you have one kid let alone so many?

"The only thing more perfect than myself and my chosen lover is the two of us as one. My offspring are visions of perfection."

[the-constrainer]

Why dont you leave villains to people who can actually write them? Your Melkor is dull.

Ah, I suppose it has been some time since I wrote him in his more dark moods. But I like to personalize tortures and such when writing with people, and of course dont want to trigger the other mun or step on their toes by just swiping them up. It is a balance. I suppose I am dull though... but you can just unfollow you know, and block me and my tag, darling.

[the-constrainer]

@aicarosse

“If there is ever one lesson I would wish to teach you, son, it is to follow what you feels is the steps you might take. Not my path, not Manwe’s. Be who and what you want.”

[the-constrainer]

"Son, you came into the world to do one job. To be the force of evil, the do whatever you wanted, you need to step up on being destructive. The noldor are beating you on that. They already burned down three kingdoms, where are you in all this?"

@eruiluvatarrp

"I dont answer to you or your plans and desires. I have my own goals and destruction shall only come where it is needed. If you wanted a pawn you might have made me mindless as my brethren in my following of you, 'Father'."

@eruiluvatarrp

[cinemairon]

Modern Gothic Angbang

Commission for my dear friend @bodhvild which just like me has been loyal to the pair for many years <3

[bodhvild]

@cinemairon just like you, I can't think of my life without them ♥️ thank you for this and all your amazing Angbang art.

[the-constrainer]

I got this elf lord who has alot of Maiar power in him, what should I do with him?

"Well that does depend on the power, the maia it comes from and the lord... the simplest would be to bring the lord to our will, make him see why we should be allies and not foes," He sighed, "But if he is a fool and cannot see past his arrogance, there are ways to contain the elf and draw the power from him to use for your own."

@rokasbrokensailz

[the-constrainer]

Tilion doesn’t know what brings Melkor visiting Laurelin and Telperion, so he pretends to still be napping and unaware in the lush grass under their mingled light. The silver maia is equal parts curious and apprehensive.

He had been by the trees for some time, one of the few places he was free to wander 'alone' though he was not so foolish to think there was any path he might tread in Aman that the eyes of his brethren to not follow him, narrowed in suspicion and waiting for the moment he misstep. All but sweet Manwe who trusted in his brother, it was his nature, the open heart and arms and belief beyond all else. His eyes continued to watch the branches move lightly in his brother's winds, they brushed against one another, a gracing like two fingertips, hands too shy to grasp together. He was aware of the maia not so far away but ignore it, stepping closer to touch one tree and gently murmur something that even Tilion could not decipher before doing the same to its twin.

@ibrisaduz

[swagtreehumanbandit]

like, i would be afraid to go out anywhere if ancalagon were real you know? But I love him so it's okay

[the-constrainer]

He let out a small noise, pleased that she was not going to try and fight him on this like so many would be tempted to do once they did not have his grip at their throats. He could be a kind master but few allowed such and it fell on them what they faced for it. “This will be your room,” He pushed a door open to a chamber that was well equipped with its own bath, mainly in shades of blue and a small balcony that overlooked the gardens they had just passed through.

[sashaofravenlock]

Her head cocked to the side as she looked up at him in response to his noise, slitted eyes studying him as she continued to walk. Never had she expected to be given the chance for a new life, especially not as quickly as it had happened. Now the was no steward to worry about and no chains to bind her, perhaps once she had earned his trust, she could gain control over her lands.

“Thank you, my lord,” she curtsied to him, excitement buzzing within her at the prospects that were now within her reach. 

[the-constrainer]

“There are few that come to this level of the fortress, you will answer to Mairon and I but no one else here can foist their work or will on you,” His arms crossed and he leaned on the door frame, “Should anyone try to order you other than us let me know and I shall handle it. Tomorrow you will be introduced to the staff here who you will mind to stay on schedule.Is there anything else you need or want?”

[admirableringmaker]

(@the-constrainer) "I wonder, do you recall me after so long?"

His chamber in Dol Guldur fell silent. Sauron did not move. How was he here, after so long? But Sauron could not forgot that voice; it haunted his mind like the shades of the dead.

"Master," He did not turn around, voice soft and disbelieving, as he read to tighten his mask, his face hidden behind the gold of it, a shroud of black over his head. "Master, is it really you?"

[admirableringmaker]

"And none shall stand in our way."

He could see it so clearly. The world re-made beneath them, just as they had always planned. The elves were weak, men easily corrupted, the Valar absent. With two of them, it should be easy.

"I have been gather my strength to return to Barad-dur. I have a palantir there; it will be useful in our plans. But my servants slumber here and I have yet to fully waken them."

[the-constrainer]

He thought on what Mairon said before slowly nodding and giving the other a smile, “If you need access to my power and strength to wake your minions and make the journey you may have it,” He paused for a moment, a long nail coming up to one golden scar on his face and scratching it, some blue breaking away to reveal more gold beneath. “We have learned from our errors, nothing can stop us now,” The elves were the only chance against them and Melkor knew well the west was loudly calling them home, their strength in middle earth was dwindling.

[the-constrainer]

@sashaofravenlock

“I see, then in that I am comforted in my choice,” He said simply and the chains that bound her shattered like the steward had, “You will work in this level, my second and I aim to concieve a child, when they come you will tend to them if we cannot,” he started as he walked forward expecting her to follow through the gardens, “Other than this you will have chores each day and otherwise be free to wander the gardens, or library or such.” He gestured as they started into the more central palace high on top of Angband, filled with colourful tapestries and paints, armor and weapons and more to catch the eye.

[sashaofravenlock]

She gasped as her bonds disintegrated around her neck and wrists, her power surging back into her form and the flowers around them suddenly growing in size. Her neck and wrists bore red burns around them from the iron pressed so closely to her flesh. The fey nodded her head as he spoke. “My loyalty is not easily won, though it is rightfully yours in return for releasing me from the bonds I have had since birth. I will proudly tend to your future child and to which ever chores are asked of me.”

Blue eyes drank in the sights around her, clearly showing the wonder she felt by simply being outside and seeing the world around her. Why did it take being given to a warlord to finally give her some semblance of freedom?

[the-constrainer]

He let out a small noise, pleased that she was not going to try and fight him on this like so many would be tempted to do once they did not have his grip at their throats. He could be a kind master but few allowed such and it fell on them what they faced for it. “This will be your room,” He pushed a door open to a chamber that was well equipped with its own bath, mainly in shades of blue and a small balcony that overlooked the gardens they had just passed through.

[admirableringmaker]

(@the-constrainer) "I wonder, do you recall me after so long?"

His chamber in Dol Guldur fell silent. Sauron did not move. How was he here, after so long? But Sauron could not forgot that voice; it haunted his mind like the shades of the dead.

"Master," He did not turn around, voice soft and disbelieving, as he read to tighten his mask, his face hidden behind the gold of it, a shroud of black over his head. "Master, is it really you?"

[the-constrainer]

admirableringmaker​:

That sounded like a nice place. He wanted to see it burn. It did fit with the snatches he heard now and then, though whoever held the Ring did not wear it very often. Mairon settled himself on Melkor’s lap.

There were conflicting feelings with him - there was a part of him that was reluctant to give up any power, unwilling to have a master again. But he would not be parted from Melkor again. They would make it work.

“You are cunning, my lord.” A smile, the first in years, graced his new face. “You have listened to me after all.”

“I always listened to you, even if I did not take all your advice before in my steps,” He said with a small smile before focusing once more on the fragment of his husband he felt and then letting it pass to be more present with the Mairon before him. “We will restore you, my love, and then we will change the world as was always our right to,” They would not let anything give them cause to falter again.