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‘drain the whole sea, find something shiny’ whoa maglor slow down there
He had always been an entertainer
He had always been an entertainer. There was no point to music, no purpose to it if it was kept private. Music was supposed to be shared, to be heard, and he loved being able to provide that, to make people happy.
It had been easy in Valinor. He had been happy. He had large audiences, and fans, and friends that would invite him over to talk about composition and... and then-
and then there had been an oath and blood in the sand and that was when he had first woven Song with intent to harm; telerin eardrums bursting at his screams and his voice weaving terrible fear into their hearts until they were insensate enough for Celegorm to neatly behead them. When they had burnt the boats he rose his voice in Song so it would be quick and realised only too late that he had drowned out his brother’s screams.
There had been no time for song in Beleriand. No time for song, only Song to drive back the enemy and keep his forces going until they collapsed and then force them back to wakefulness again to toll another day. They cursed his name; tried to mutiny many times until the Dagor Bragollach where his song was the only thing that kept their horses ahead of roaring fire.
He lost track of time after that. The blood on his hands was too much and the empty eyes of his fallen brothers followed him always. He swept though Doriath in a daze, barely remembering the fallen until he slept and they returned to torment him.
His remaining brothers didn’t acknowledge him anymore. They couldn’t piece themselves back together, never mind having time for him. When they discovered the Silmaril was in the Havens he had almost wept with joy. It would be over soon, one way or another.
And then he lost another brother and Elwing had ran and he could not bear anymore blood on his hands. He regrets keeping the twins. He was the one the doomed them to the Iron Hells.
He belongs in Angband. He is a monster, a kinslayer. As they take the price of his crimes out of his flesh he dutifully recites the name to every life he has ruined in one way or another. The Lieutenant rips through his head and carefully extracts all his memories of happiness until he’s with nothing but pain and did you leave your victims in a better state? I think not, little jester. The only mercy he is granted is the twins; the twins who shine still, and take joy from his music.
He knows not where Maedhros is. He does not ask. He did not let his victims know if their loved ones were alive and he does not deserve the mercy.
He is scared that his brother will see how quickly he gave in.
He sings in blackspeech now. It tears up his throat and blood wells at his lips as he chokes, but he keeps singing. His audience of orcs jeer and throw their food at him when it isn’t to their liking. He has blasphemed against the Valar and his family so much that the humiliation of it barely registers any more. He sings of his own failures, of Gondolin’s fall, of Fingon’s death, and Finrod’s pitiful attempts to best the Lieutenant. His Highness raises his glass in approval and he knows he will be allowed eat with the twins tonight. He will gorge himself on questionable elf, he knows it’s elf meat and drink stagnant water and the memories of feasts in Valinor will fade. Afterwards, he will give the Lieutenant his pound of flesh for his crimes and then play the harp until blood runs down his arms and his fingers are rubbed raw to the bone.
He always had been an entertainer.
Eonwe, herald of Manwe
Thuringwethil, Herald of Sauron
Her design is based roughly on some of the descriptions of Carmilla from the book of the same name, and also Varney, Alucard, and Striga from the Castlevania series because I love that show.
I headcanon Thurigwethil as a former Maia of both Orome and Manwe who joined Morgoth out of sheer bloodlust. She was the first to take on a vampire shape, and enjoys her relatively comfortable position and the entertainment that comes from watching Morgoth and Sauron's spats.
Arafinwe and Maedhros for @outofangband's dark arafinwe au! This was really fun to do, and I really like the concept behind the au, it's really good!
Arien and Tilion
Melian, Queen of Doriath
Elrond ran out of fucks to give the second a glittery twink entered Lindon calling himself 'Annatar'. He knew it was all downhill from there
Reasons why Mairon and Curumo got into fights in Almaren
-Curumo was breathing too loudly
-Mairon walked over to Curumo's project, raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and left
-Curumo was talking to Eonwe
-Aule said their projects were of 'equal merit'
-Yavanna gave Curumo a slightly bigger blueberry
-Mairon needed all the gold but Curumo decided that day he wanted to be a goldsmith
-Curumo's ideas were more complicated than Mairon's
-Mairon was 'too shiny'
-Curumo asked Olorin to evaluate Mairon's project instead of doing it himself because 'it was clearly meant for those with lesser knowledge than I'
-Aiwendil said Mairon's filigree was pretty
-Aiwendil talked more to Mairon that day
-Mairon decided not to do extra work and wasn't reprimanded
-Curumo got very drunk and Mairon was within eyesight
Seduction of Mairon
Things that happen in white council meetings- part two
-It's discovered that Elrond can speak valarin when Gandalf and Saruman are having a screaming match and he manages to shout over them
-Glorfindel attempts to hold a seance to try and get Finwe to appear to back up one of his ideas. It does not work
-Radagast holds a soup-tasting
-Thranduil crashes the meeting with wine and Elrond lets him stay out of spite towards Saruman
-Galadriel spends the meeting trying to covertly pry Maglor's location out of Elrond. Elrond cries a lot. Gandalf , Cirdan, and Radagast have popcorn
-Gandalf brings 'special' brownies. he does not tell anyone what's in them until after they've been eaten
-Elrond attempts to contact Morgoth in the void to see if he can get Morgoth to pick up Sauron instead of them having to deal with him
-Saruman starts picking apart Rivendel's architecture and offers his 'advice'
-Cirdan threatens to make a boat out of Saruman
-Cirdan calls the maiar 'young and inexperienced with the ways of Arda'
Adding onto this, Manwe's maiar are just hattifatteners. Eonwe has absolutely accidentally electrocuted someone (probably arafinwe) on more than one occasion
Maglor in the third age is basically just the Groke from Moomins, except instead of freezing people he sings at them. Occasionally if an elven travelling party light a campfire he'll just...show up. He'll stare at people until they leave him alone at the fire.
Mairon meeting Melkor in Utumno
Things that happen in Angband
Melkor forgets he needs to make his fana shorter and either bangs his head on every doorway or just smashes through them.
Gothmog has this problem too, but Gothmog has learned to preemptively blast doors/doorframes/walls/orcs
Mairon leaves shed fana around the fortress because it wasn't quite right for the work he wants to do so he just made another one. As a consequence at least twice a day some poor orc is left convinced that he's dead and the elves have snuck into the fortress
Thuringwethil attempts to snack on Melkor's Favourite Prisoner. This is not allowed, but she'll get there someday
Manwe sends letters. Or maybe sacrifices. The eagles are tasty
Maedhros learns new ways to curse. It's not like he can make anything worse by insulting Mairon's organizational system.
Bit of a redesign of Mairon/Sauron. full body and design notes below the cut
Mairon's main influence was the mythological Argus because the main thing I didn't like about his first design was the lack of eyes. I wanted to give him the sort of vibe that if you got in a room with him you'd immediately be put on edge as if you were being watched. His tunic is slightly more greek than roman, especially by the shoulders and belt, and is generally a bit more practical-mostly because I couldn't really imagine Mairon in a toga because those things are so impractical if you want to do anything other than walk around very slowly. I also wanted to make him a bit shinier and I added some curls to his hair that make it look a bit more like fire. I imagine it would be made out of silk.