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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@ulluboz-moved
/Leaves a water lily for Ulmo/
His appearance first came as a dark shadow rising from the depths and spreading to a nigh impossibly large form but what broke the surface was that of a man. Mostly. It was a close approximation of one but he was able to cup the flower gently in his hands with a small pool of water beneath it still. ”You always bring the loveliest gifts, dearest Goldberry.”
"But why."
Ossë studied his brother intently, attempting to figure out his words and the truth beneath them. He huffed and twitched his lip up, tossing his head and flattening his fins. “You did it to harass me, I imagine. Because you knew it would frustrate me— somehow you just knew that the Children would obsess over their genitals and that they would mock me and you planned it all.”
"I created them for their purpose within the sea: they filter sediment from the sea floor," he insisted but the chuckle was starting to creep into the depths of his voice. "In all truth, I have yet to understand their fascination with genitals but driving you mad is a happy accident."
"But why."
“Why are there creatures in the sea that are designed to look like penises? It is one thing when the Children imply something looks vaguely phallic, but it is another thing entirely to intentionally make a sea creature that imitates a penis.”
"Merely a coincidence. It was not as though I spent time studying them and made something from them but rather I made something that happened to share a likeness and later a namesake for said likeness," he insisted but the fluttering shift of colors and patterns over his skin gave way to unheard laughter.
the valar of arda → ulmo
Ulmo is the Lord of Waters. He is alone. He dwells nowhere long, but moves as he will in all the deep waters about the Earth or under the Earth. He went seldom to the councils of the Valar, unless great matters were in debate. For he kept all Arda in thought, and he has no need of any resting-place. If the Children of Eru beheld him they were filled with a great dread; for the arising of the King of the Sea was terrible, as a mounting wave that strides to the land, with dark helm foam-crested and raiment of mail shimmering from silver down into shadows of green. Nonetheless Ulmo loves both Elves and Men, and never abandoned them, not even when they lay under the wrath of the Valar. At times he will come unseen to the shores of Middle-earth, or pass far inland up firths of the sea, and there make music upon his great horns, the Ulumúri, that are wrought of white shell; and those to whom that music comes hear it ever after in their hearts, and longing for the sea never leaves them again. But mostly Ulmo speaks to those who dwell in Middle-earth with voices that are heard only as the music of water. For all seas, lakes, rivers, fountains and springs are in his government; so that the Elves say that the spirit of Ulmo runs in all the veins of the world.
Ulmo Saving Elwing
Also a WIP of Finrod’s battle with Sauron. I have A LOT of stuff to stream tomorrow evening so there’s that to look forward to *U*
{ Ocean Waves } x Russell Ord
Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.
the greatest thing i have ever read (via wcked)
out of water:
I checked my activity page and saw that the amazing lastqueenofnumenor is in my top fans and I felt very guilty because of the whole Numenor thing. Ulmo just sort of hunkered at the bottom of the sea more than usual just now.
A Rock and a Hard Place || Ulluboz and Ossë
The ocean felt more like a trap than a home. On one end was Melkor, understanding and encouraging and as wild of a spirit as his own; on the other was Ulluboz, understanding and soothing and a nurturer who controlled. Neither felt desirable.
But Uinen had come to him at the behest of several of the Aratar, apparently, urging him to come home. Melkor had been profitable, but now he felt too dangerous. The memory of little corpses haunted his every moment and seemed an ominous warning of things to come. Would his chaos cost more than he was willing to give? If he did not return now, would he be given another chance in the future?
So he would see what offers the ignorant ‘King’ had to give. He had no desire to be back here under the thumb of a lazy, arrogant weakling, but he did desire the freedom and power he would possibly find easier to get here. For one, an alliance with Ulluboz meant gaining allegiance of the others; Melkor stood alone. But most importantly, Ulluboz was gullible and had no agenda — he offered more true freedom. Melkor had slowly been turning him as a tool to a purpose, Ossë felt, but Ulluboz had never been so controlling.
With luck, the deaths he had caused were hidden from the King’s sight. He swam slowly through the waters. Too fast would make him look anxious, and too slow would appear like he was trying to make Ulluboz wait on him. A steady pace was casual and confident. His fins trailed and billowed brightly, bioluminescence in full color. The scales along his body glistened and his huge eyes did not look side to side or take in the sights. As the King came into view, he locked eyes with him and did not waver. He needed to appear confident and strong and unapologetic if he wished to have his way.
Pausing once close enough to converse but too far to touch, he coiled his long tail beneath him and lifted his chin proudly. Several moments passed and he bowed his head in practiced subservience. “You summoned me, Ulluboz?”
The great sea and all water upon this world were but a conduit to Ulmo. The collected bits of moisture were his eyes and ears to maintain his connection to the ever changing world around them, it was how he viewed the actions of his fellow Ainur and how he eagerly awaited the coming changes. The measures of the Song that had yet to be revealed in their cohesive whole.
Ulmo appreciated the larger picture. He was a creature of simple things amidst the complex natures of his own domain. If he was able to remain connected, then he was content and he had little to fear but he was not so connected. There was a darkness, a cunning malice, that tainted the waters and turned them against their true King. They created pockets of deafening silence and numbing blindness and try as he might to see behind the shroud, he was met with nothingness. A lie in itself for he knew what was beyond it, within it, behind it. Not what, but who.
As if that was not distressing enough, he had lost one of his own beyond the veil. Ossë was removed beyond his sight and his influence. Uinen had been so willing to help and she had succeeded far beyond anything the Aratar would have been able to accomplish for it was seen as compassion and love, not a challenge of power or dominance. It was a refreshing moment to have Ossë back where he was seen and felt moving through the waters once more, even if there was a taint to him now that had not been there prior.
Now, as it was, he awaited the once-Vala as he approached the depths and waters that made up his home. Anxiety radiated from him or was that a reflection of his own influence to the waves? Ulmo knew he was anxious, this was a meeting that had consumed a large portion of his conscious thoughts for quite some time now. It would set the tone for future relationships. He knew their trust in one another was resting upon the edge of a knife in a maelstrom.
"Indeed," his voice was low and rumbling. It resounded with the mournful cries of the great whales and the shuddering echoes of crumbling rocks of the seafloor. He paused to think of his next words, not wishing to seem too eager to see the other or as if he was angered. No, he had to approach this gently. "It has been too long since I have seen you and wished to rectify that problem."
out of water:
Goodness, I've been quiet for too long. I spy with my little eye at least three Ulmo blogs where there were none last time I checked!
out of water:
I need to be more active with Ulmo. I have a long thread reply in the works with Ossë but there should be more things going on. I'm looking at you, turgonthewise. We need to do the thing.
still translated by steph and navy . thank u guys!!
He seldom came to the Councils of Máhanaxar, and only when in great need. He preferred to stay in Arda, not by walking on the land, as his form would fill man or elf with great dread. All waters were under his government: bays, rivers and even the waters under the earth. Where the power of Morgoth was strong, however, Ulmo’s own power would be sapped from waters near to Morgoth’s corruption. It is through these that he kept in touch with Arda, and thus knew more of the goings on with the Children of Ilúvatar than even Manwë, for it was said he lived in the very veins of the world. He was said to be fearful to look upon to mortal eye, dressed like a giant wave in glittering green armour, blowing his great horns, the Ulumúri.
Ulmo is an Ainu, second greatest of the Lords of the Valar and one of the Aratar. A lover of water, Ulmo was one of the chief architects of Arda, always in close friendship with Manwë. Ulmo had always distrusted Melkor, and the Dark Lord feared the Sea almost as much as he feared Varda because the sea cannot be tamed. Ulmo had no dwelling in Valinor or any permanent dwelling on land, as he preferred the deeps of the seas and the rivers. His palace, on the bottom of Vaiya, was called Ulmonan.
Mahal doodle by ancalinar
Playing around with some colour schemes for him and still waffling on the subject of clothes. He’s very stone-like so I don’t know how much he needs it… that and he’s a god.
|| I am in love with this design for Aulë since I don't think the Valar are entirely human looking.
translation by steph and navy
thank you!! :’D
