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Iâm feeling restless⊠So have something doodled with Mairon/Sauron in mindâŠ

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Circular lacquer box carved with dragons in clouds - China, circa 1790.
Segovia Amil
Now animated, Fëanor colour study by Soni Alcorn-Hender. (Bigger, better, uncrunched resolution version here
Maybe heâs looking into the forge, or the mirror, or at the Teleri fleet. Either way thereâll be marshmallows. Prints and shiny things available here
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All of the vanished asks that Tumblr eats now go directly to Melkor in the void, not only is he pissed about his situation, now heâs confused as hell.
âAh yes, of course. You couldnât be steward of Umbar. Your own vanity threatened to gut you unless you stole my throne. Cruel revelry forced you to defile my temple. What could you do but wallow in debauchery, using it as your palace? Itâs a wonder you kept the Tarks out. They must have been so inconvenient, showing up with swords while you were lounging. The south coast was so churlish to offer you no aid. Itâs not as if youâd plundered all their ships. They should have forgiven a few trifling acts of piracy.âÂ
Maire paced, glittering in blood red robes. Their hems hissed like vipers as they trailed across the floor. With every step, her tone grew sweeter. This was not a good sign at all.Â
âMy dearest King of Misrule, do you know how many months Iâve spent reforging old alliances? Do you know how many lords of the South are calling for your head? Be glad, my love, my pretty, that youâre already dead!â
âAhâŠyes.. I could have but.. the Steward is a friend of mine and I wouldnât have wanted to bereft him of his position of power. That would have been unjust in every possible way. And I might be a pirate but I know how much worth there is in friends and allies. Especially when youâre an /undead/ pirate.âÂ
Oh, how hard he was trying to wriggle out of this though he felt the walls closing in on him, felt that even his sweet, fast tongue was slowly running out of things to say to defend himself. But he would not give up, certain heâd prevail here just as the corsair had so many times in the past. One did not manage to keep a vaguely handsome physique if one did not know how to protect, life, limb, ship and crew. And his elusive title of course.
âAnd âtis not fair to accuse me of past crimes since I have been rather..laid back with said plundering in the last years. I doubt a few ships could have angered them so much. It was merely a way to flex my muscles and keep people from thinking I had grown weak. That is all, my lady.â
The way Maire was pacing, the way her voice grew sweet as honey- Ji Indur might have done foolish things but he was no fool. Besides heâd fight whoever would call his actions foolish. Everybody who was not the mistress, for that matter. And his head? Aye, such a barbaric heartless demand.Â
âWellâŠ. Let them have at me then.â he replied, chest puffed out in a peacockâs way, filled with unnecessary pride, âif they wish to fight me for my head, so be it. But if I defeat them they will have to swear fealty to you for generations to come. Oh mighty MaireâŠyou know me well by now, donât you? While my actions and words might not seem to always follow a path you would prefer them to, I never did this out of rebellious intent or to undermine your authority. You know I did my utmost to be a loyal servant to you thorough the centuries.â
Should he expect any lenience? Nay, he knew he wouldnât be this lucky to escape unscathed all the times. ButâŠit was worth a try?
@maire-annatari
âYou are boring me,â said Maire, flashing her fangs as a warning. Oh yes, she knew him well by now. Through some absurd mischance, sheâd snared the most arrogant pirate in Arda. No other servant stabbed holes in her plans and then presumed to charm her while she fumed. He flung her the same damned flattery every time he irked her, expecting her mercy to be infinite. It might have amused her once, when he was young and foolish and had no idea who she was. She might even have let him seduce her, the better to lure him down into undeath. An Age had passed since then. Now that she had him, his ploys were doomed.Â
âSave your breath. I know your lines so well that Iâll spare you the trouble. âForgive me, my Lady! You wound me, my Lady! Fate forced my hand, my Lady, and my crimes were all for you! Iâm a slave to your might and wisdom! Spare me, most ravishing Maire, and Iâll shower you with praises! And with kisses, if youâll let me! Oh, you enthrall me so!ââ She paraded like a courtier, throwing back her shoulders (which might bedazzle Ji a little, given her low neckline) and gesturing dramatically. Without a Maiaâs grace, she would have looked ridiculous. If Jiâs theatrical fits were half so daft, and if a wraith could blush, he might turn a very shamefaced shade of grey. With her last words, she blew him a kiss and dropped the act.Â
âBefore you sing me lauds, reformed ex-butcher of the seas, let me remind you that kings command their fleets. You might have irked the Haradrim no more than a whining gnat, but your subjects plagued them. Are you shocked that they blame you? If I donât give them your head, theyâll ask for a hundred others.âÂ
Of course she wouldnât hack it from his shoulders. A few mewling warlords werenât worth the effort it took to dismember a wraith. She might fling them witless thieves, but none so clever as Ji. She wouldnât let him know it, though. Not yet. He deserved to tremble.Â
âYou fraud of a monarch,â she snapped, âI hardly care what you call yourself. Youâre not the first NazgĂ»l to wear a crown, and it wonât be why I gut you. When the Northern Kingdoms shuddered and spoke of a Witch King of Angmar, Murazor embraced the title. He never enraged me. I smiled upon his schemes. If you have any sense, youâll know why. Tell me. Now.â
I've heard that you're 8 foot 6 and muscular, without a hint of flab, so I made some calculations. Do you weigh 300 lbs?
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While I was in your prison I most definitely weighted less.
Muscles tend to atrophy if you curl in a corner and sob instead of eating.
[releasetheprisoners] "My lady, I would like to apologize for my foolishness on our last meeting... If there is anything you require, I am yours to do with as you please."
âForgiven and forgotten! Lately youâve been beyond reproach.â Or beneath it, Maire thought, recalling last weekâs gossip about hairy wraiths from Umbar. She felt no urge to wade into that silliness, and shutting it up didnât seem worth the trouble. Ji might be stinging now, but heâd leap at the soonest chance to needle someone else. The Herald, perhaps. Yes, it was Morduâs turn to suffer. All of Mordor would love a laugh at that poor blighter.Â
âHow lewd you sound, saying youâll wait upon my pleasures.â She smiled and licked her lips as if plotting something heinous. Of course Gothmog was hers. Of course he obeyed her whims. He deserved to sweat a little if he came to her with flattery that ought to have gone without saying. âI know something that would please me very much,â she murmured, gliding her fingertips along the collar of her robe. âMy Herald is no spy. He fawns and flatters prettily, but he has never teased a secret from our neighborsâ lips. To hear their plans Iâll need someone more comely. Someone subtle. A masterful seducer whom Gondor will love and trust.â She beamed at Gothmog sweetly, with a lovely set of fangs. âI shall replace the Mouth,â she said, âwith you.â
Yes, he was very foolish to have lashed out at the Mistress. It was a wonder that she hadnât incinerated him on the spot over such an ignorant display on his part⊠He was humble - perhaps unusually so, for an Orc.
âAh, I apologize. I intended no lewdness to you, my Lady,â the Lieutenant started with a bow of his head⊠Really, he had not meant to come across like that⊠And besides, Lady Maire was almost certainly out of his league. Surely she would have no desire for such interactions with lowly Orcs.
⊠Alas, he couldnât help but blush at the thought.
He was amused at how she spoke of the Herald, though. Though amusement soon turned to curiosity at what she was implying⊠A masterful seducer whom Gondor will love and trust? What did she mean by�
âMe?â
âYouâve proven your talents already. You share a close friendship with a certain Stewardâs son.âÂ
Maire smirked a little, pleased with her thorough knowledge of Mordorâs rumours. She paid well for interesting news, beguiling orcs and other, darker creatures into spying. If Gothmogâs underlings werenât spilling his secrets, wild beasts might be. Wolves howled their tidings to the Lady. Bats chittered in her ears. Each day crows flapped to her Tower, cackling out their gossip in tongues no orc could speak. Even flies droned around her and earned bloody meat from her hands. None could say how much she heard, or what she saw with her own fiery Eye.
Lately she held the heir of Gondor in her gaze. His fears amused her, and sheâd thought of a hundred uses for his anger. She might have watched his little talks with Gothmog. As the pale orc turned bright pink, she assumed this thought had dawned on him. Why else would Minas Morgul's most ambitious creature blush? If he'd risen through squabbling hordes to serve her as a lieutenant, with duties she'd initially intended for a Nazgul, he couldn't possibly be shrinking from her praise. Lewd quips shouldn't shock him either. Orc speech was full of them, and he made plenty himself. He must know something truly appalling.Â
âWinning his trust must have taken unusual skills. What more can you do with your sweet tongue, I wonder? Have you teased Gondor's battle plans out of him, or news of his ailing father? Tell me all,â she cajoled, âfor we must take an interest in our neighbors.â
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Note from the blogger:
Iâm slower with threads than ever lately. Work has gone mad and will stay hectic until July. Though Iâll write when I can, I might disappear for days and spend my spare time in a coffin. I get a tad undead in June. Braaaains. Sleeeep.
Blood sacrifices would be loved.
Maire. Maire, NO.
To those of you whoâve waited weeks for a thread (hello, @legolasoflasgalen and @doomedvalour), I promise I haven't forgotten you. The RP-with-non-villains center of my brain is torpid at the moment, but I'll wake it when I feel a bit more perky.
Beware, poor elves. Your doom is nigh. My writer is deadly when perky.
Maire, hush. Donât be so honest dramatic.
"The sea has two sets of ears, cousin..."(loveroftheseas)
âAnd Iâm flattered that they pay me such attention. I never thought to win the Sea Queenâs notice while ruling a desert land far from the water. Why do you heed my thoughts so closely? Do they trouble you? Or can it be that you miss me? We havenât spoken in far too long.â
//Lovely lady Beruthiel, it's a pleasure to see you on my dash again!
Ah, Lady Mairë. Has no one yet knocked your tower down, mm?
You wound me, my friend. Do you wish me gone? Would you prefer Tarks to conquer the South and turn its lands into âprotectorates?â If my tower falls, they will. You know how eager they are to loot your cities and torch your shrines. Theyâll âsaveâ you from your âevilâ gods and force you to worship ManwĂ«. Theyâll demand tribute until Haradâs gold is spent. Join me, dearest lady, and let us crush them. Together, we can drive them into the sea.
-fans self and totally wasn't eavesdropping on the lady and the Herald-
-redoubles her smuttiness and totally doesnât hear Ji at the door-
@masteroftheseas I hear you thrumming. Are you jealous of my lust for your beautiful Uinen, or are you craving a threesome?
âŠ. I am certainly not jealous; why would I be angered by others appreciating the beauty of my spouse?
Good! Iâm glad youâre so broad-minded about such things.
May I borrow her?
Borrow her? You would need to ask *her* if she wishes to be traded.
How can I ask while she lurks in the deep? Go and give her my message! If she accepts, perhaps weâll let you spectate.
I am not about to seduce my wife on anotherâs behalf. Here I thought such arts were your specialty, and yet you enlist another to woo for you?
What else am I to do? You donât lurk half as deep as she. Iâll need a tank of air and rubber fins!

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Ji-indur said: It looked more like a Warg attack to me but then I only saw the aftermath⊠A salacious Warg attack with fang marks in the most sensitive places. Come sooner next time and you can see how it's done.
@masteroftheseas I hear you thrumming. Are you jealous of my lust for your beautiful Uinen, or are you craving a threesome?
âŠ. I am certainly not jealous; why would I be angered by others appreciating the beauty of my spouse?
Good! Iâm glad youâre so broad-minded about such things.
May I borrow her?
Borrow her? You would need to ask *her* if she wishes to be traded.
How can I ask while she lurks in the deep? Go and give her my message! If she accepts, perhaps weâll let you spectate.