#valar x reader

They tell of Aulë the Smith, master of crafts and stones of the earth, and of Yavanna Kementári, giver of fruits and maker of all things that grow and root in the soil of Arda. 

They tell of the Fëanturi, Námo, Irmo, and their sister Nienna, masters of spirits and dreams, whose halls lie in the far West. 

They tell of Ulmo, lord of the seas, whose voice is in all waters that move through the world. 

They tell of Oromë the Hunter and Tulkas the Champion, whose strength and laughter once drove the darkness from the young earth.

And the stories tell of Melkor— the mightiest of the Ainur—whose pride grew beyond the music of Ilúvatar, and who sought dominion over all Arda, desiring to make himself its sole ruler.

These are the tales most often remembered.

Yet among the Ainur, there was one of whom little is told about… 

There was a vala, who ruled over a world beneath Arda’s crust, appointed as an overseer of a task given by Ilúvatar himself. 

This vala is known as the Vala of the Underworld.

The Underworld was a realm where the souls of sinners were taken to face judgment and be purified in its flames. Its denizens were called demons, creatures that were not born from Ilúvatar’s thoughts, but from his sibling, the void. They, along with the fire that also acted as the heart of the realm, swore their allegiance to the realm's ruler. 

Little is known about the Vala of the Underworld. The rumors say that they were an Ainu, chosen by the children of the void, and acted as the head judge of the trials that took place in the realm’s court. 

There is no clear description of their appearance as they do not reside on Arda's earth, allowing them to be depicted in many terrifying forms. Even the Valar themselves have claimed the Underworld's ruler does not reside in a singular form, most likely having adopted the shapeless way of life of their subjects. And does not often appear in the Valar's halls despite the invitations.

Though the ruler of the underworld has done no evil to the world or the children of Ilúvatar, their existence sparked fear and the birth of many rumors. The rumors even depict the Vala of the Underworld possessing a nature of cruelty. That their heart was dark and cold like the dark lord's. And the tales of the demons have given fear to those who wander alone in the night. 

However, those stories are far from the actual tale. To truly understand the Vala of the Underworld is to go back to the very beginning, back to the timeless halls and way before the song that brought Arda into existence. 

The story begins with you. 

You are an Ainu like the rest of your kind, quiet in nature and satisfied with existing in the background. You sang with the others whenever your father asked, your voice harmonious but not too loud to overpower the others. You are younger than those who came before you, but older than those who came after. 

You got along fine with your kin but often had difficulty connecting with them, finding more delight in your own thoughts and wandering. You were, what mortals would have called, a ‘Wallflower’ among your kin. 

This didn’t bother you. You felt satisfied with what you already had, though curiosity often left you wandering to places you shouldn’t venture to. 

You loved your father as the rest of the Ainur did. You often wandered to his side whenever his thoughts brought forth something new, curiously watching and asking about creation. Your father never minded your curious nature, letting you observe and learn.

The rebellious nature of Melkor was not unknown to you. You were there to witness his many rebellious acts, even though his reasons for them eluded you. 

From what you have seen, Melkor used to get along wonderfully with your father and Manwë, but then his nature suddenly changed, gaining an odd desire to become the loudest voice in your choir. His voice was filled with strength that dominated all the other voices and silenced many, leaving you feeling unpleasant emotions.

You did not understand those emotions back then. All you knew was that Melkor was the cause and that you didn’t like them. 

You were also aware that Melkor often wandered to a place called the void, somewhere your father had forbade you from going without permission.

Despite your willingness to follow rules. The void piqued your curiosity, which then eventually got the best of you, taking you there. Though you made sure to only go when Melkor himself had returned, wanting to avoid his presence. 

The void was dark and absent of any light. But then, you found creatures without shape or soul. Bearing light only in their eyes through the lightless darkness. Their forms should have terrified you, but oddly enough, you didn’t find yourself scared. On the contrary, you found them fascinating. 

They introduced themselves as the children of the void, your father’s sibling, and welcomed you to their realm. You even had the chance to meet the void itself. They caused you no fear, as you had learned from your father that everything had an opposite. Even though their domain was in the absence of light, your father’s sibling bore no ill will to him or you, his creations. From them, you heard many intriguing stories and learned to understand the negative emotions Melkor's discord sometimes caused you.

There, you also learned more about Melkor’s visit and how he had unintentionally infected some of the children of the void. Apparently, he was looking for the flame imperishable, the same power that allowed your father to bring forth creation. The eldest of your kin felt great anger, greed, envy, and things that were the opposite of good emotions. 

The children of the voids felt emotions differently and had a nature to adopt things they came across. Melkor's darker emotions blinded them with hatred toward the light and hunger that caused them a great deal of pain. This had forced the embodiment of the void to contain them so they would not try to enter your father’s realm and possibly hurt you. 

You felt great pity for them. Though you did not possess the power to cure them, you comforted them with your singing. It was something you did on your own for the first time. 

Your singing seemed to ease their ailment, so you began visiting them in secret, as your father and kin would likely prevent you if they knew. In the void, you sang to them and listened to their stories. Your father’s sibling approved your visits because your gentle nature allowed the children to adopt more positive emotions and resist Melkor’s infection. Some of the children of the void even began waiting for you at the border of the void, waiting patiently.

Perhaps for the first time, you found it easy to connect with someone, and even began to prefer their company over your own kind. 

However, as time passed, your kin suddenly became divided. Some have decided to take Melkor’s side, while most have decided to keep their loyalty to your father. Watching from the sidelines and listening to the rumors that passed through among your kin, you knew that Melkor was responsible and was inciting unnecessary discord. 

But it seems he had also become aware of your wanderings into the void. Because on one of your visits to see your friends, Melkor made himself known and began talking to you, something you preferred not to do. 

You answered his questions about your friendship with the children of the void, though telling him little, as you did not intend to tell him everything.

You then decided to ask why he was so keen to acquire the same power to create like your father. What is it he desires so much to create?

His answer to your question left you baffled. He said strange words and claimed your father was purposely keeping the Flame imperishable to himself, restricting you all from making things of your own. But his answer on what he wanted to create was nothing compared to the creations your father taught you about.  

The creations Melkor spoke about did not sound like creations at all, but puppets that extended his will and mind. 

He then said how you and the children of the void could join his side. He spoke about how they trusted you and how you would no longer be overlooked or be the quiet one.

You countered this by telling him that you felt no negative emotions about being the quiet one, as it was your nature. And if he wanted the children of the void to stand by his side, then he should ask them himself instead of assuming you had some strange control over them.

But then Melkor told you about gaining control over beings and said how some beings should be tied to a will. You are not sure how, but this caused you to feel angry for the first time in your life. 

Though you preferred to keep your distance and avoid confrontations, you decided to speak up to him. You told him how his intended creations were not true beings as they lacked free will, a fundamental part of being alive. And how he has pushed everyone aside for his own pursuit, even infecting the children of the void, who had nothing to do with his goals.

You pointed out how he desires to create something where no one else's ideas are allowed to flourish, and that he feels threatened by anyone else having their own free will. 

Perhaps the only reason he wanted the Flame Imperisable was that he was afraid of what your father could do. Your father could easily reshape him to be something else, but has not, despite his many rebellious acts. That this should be proof enough of your father's love for you all.

Melkor seemed angered by your response. 

The darkness around him grew great, and for a moment, you felt afraid that you would face his famous wrath. But then you decided not to fear and stand your ground, even if you were no match for his power. 

This seemed to surprise him. The others of your kind were accustomed to turning away from what they did not understand, letting his discord pass rather than confronting it. You had done it too. But this time, you chose not to do such a thing and look him in the eyes despite what he could do to you.

And you were not alone.

One of your friends watched intensely from the other side of the border, waiting. 

Melkor backed away, though with a sneer. Before leaving, he stated how all things will bend in the end. Even you.

You felt relieved after he left. Relieved that nothing happened, and a little proud of yourself for standing up to him. 

Your friend spoke to you proudly and appreciated you for defending their honor. You appreciated the gesture, though it left you worried about what Melkor might try next. 

Time passed. 

Then your father called you all forth, showing the vision of Arda, a realm created by your unified song. He told you about the children who will inhabit it and the songs that will be sung. You all will act as its caretakers. Your brethren were eager to go, and once it was brought to existence, they all departed the timeless halls, even Melkor, though you suspect his intentions for Arda were less than good. 

However, you decided to stay. You had no desire to create, and you did not wish to leave your friends in the void. 

Your father then called you forth. 

“My quiet one. Though you often stay behind among your kin, never ask for much, and wander on your own. I have seen you accept those who are not like you and defend them without asking anything in return,” he spoke, letting you know he had been aware of your wanderings to the void. 

You apologized for breaking the rules and explained that the children of the void were not evil at heart. You couldn’t look away from their pain, and it was not in your nature to reject those different from you. 

Your father only looked at you softly, seemingly happy with your answer. “For that, I wish to give you an important task,” he then said. 

You listened as he spoke. 

“You know Melkor’s nature… He desires to make things in his own designs. He believes he’s going against my visions and thoughts, even though the truth is far from it. He will cause great harm and turn things to be the opposite of what they are. This will result in something he does not understand the full consequence off,” your father explained. 

Your father then told you of the evil Melkor will bring to Arda. How the eldest of your kin will waste his powers and soul in domination, and how it will become a type of taint. A taint of power that will materialize and become an uncontrollable force of its own, devouring and corrupting everything on its path. How it will devour Arda before it could sing its last song.

Your father then looked at you. 

“There is a way to contain this taint. I wish you to become a ruler of a realm. This realm will be known as the Underworld. It will be a place where this taint can be leashed and burned, along with souls who carry it and follow Melkor’s doing,” he revealed. 

“I have spoken to my opposite. The Void has agreed to let their children become your followers. They will take forms and become known as Demons, who will follow you and help you maintain this realm. This also prevents the rest of the children from being corrupted with hate and hunger due to Melkor's nature,” he continued.

“This will be a difficult task, my child. You will see evil unlike any other, and your will will be tested,” he said, looking at you softly. “But by doing so, you will prevent Arda from being consumed by Melkor’s pride. Will you accept this task?”

Understanding the vision, you gave your answer. 

“I accept this task. But how will I contain this taint? I am not as powerful as Melkor and the rest of my kin,” you asked.  

“To fight and contain this taint, I will give you something akin to my flame.” Your father spoke and brought forth a flame.  

You watched the flame in wonder after your father placed it into your hands. It's light, bright, and warm against your palms.

“With this flame, you will be able to purify the taint and all the souls that carry it. I will appoint you as its ruler,” your father spoke. 

“I have faith that you will do your task faithfully, my child, but never speak of this flame's origin to anyone. Should Melkor mistake it as a fragment of the Flame Imperisable and attempt to use it for his own designs," he warned.

Curious, you asked what might happen if that came to pass.

"Should anything happen, it will unleash a catastrophe that could bring an end to Arda," your father answered.

You swore your word. 

Accepting the task, many of your friends from the void entered through the boundary between the timeless hall and the void. A legion of them. As they had heard of your confrontation with Melkor and how you had defended their honor, they swore themselves to you. Together, you entered Arda and began creating the realm of the Underworld. 

You shaped your form similar to the taken forms of your kin, but shared features among your demonic followers. Together, you shaped the Underworld to suit the needs of your given task. And the flame you placed in its heart, serving to purify and warm the earth of Arda above. You defined the rules of the realm, and your demons were set in a hierarchy.

Like you swore, you never spoke about the flame's origin to your kin or to your followers, knowing it might spread to Melkor’s ears and attract his attention to you. 

Soon, the sinful souls your father told you about arrived, and you passed judgments, letting them serve their punishment. Your demons were allowed to enter Arda to collect souls who refused to come when summoned. As Namo ruled souls of those of the slain and those who did not commit grave sins, you ruled over the sinners and those corrupted by the taint. Namo's call was optional, while yours was not. 

Some ages later, the first elven sinners came, though considered most beloved. Their sentence was no lighter to the humans or dwarves who followed. Even souls of orcs and tainted creatures that fell came to you.

For years, you did your duty. But then came a day when everything changed and all fell into silent chaos.

Upon the soils of Valinor, the blessed realm of the Valar. A feast was held in honor of a season. The elves sang and celebrated, unaware of what was to come. Then, there was a change in the air, and the lights flickered. A rip was opened between realities, frightening the elves and making the Valar cautious. Through the rip, fell a figure, one of your demons. The creature’s appearance frightened the elves, but then the demon shared something that shared more dread than ever. 

Manwë

ଘ The Elder King is a romantic lover and enjoys courting you, though even during these early stages he finds ways to subtly claim you for himself: He showers you with gifts like jewellery with sapphires (his signature gemstone), robes in his colours, objects decorated with feathers or bird-shaped items and writes poetry for you which he recites and sings for you both in private and in public.

ଘ Once Manwë has successfully conquered your heart, he makes sure to publicly display his affection for you by making you sit on his lap, kissing you and wrapping his wings around you at every opportunity.

ଘ In the bedroom, little remains of Manwë's calm, serene demeanour. He loves marking your body with his talons, covering you in love bites and engaging in breath play to make you feel just how much you need his element - need him.

ଘ Manwë has a breeding kink that gets particularly strong when he's in heat or nearing it and loves filling you up to make sure that his essence remains inside you as long as possible and his scent stays on you, deterring any other suitors from approaching you.

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Your lips part to release a soft gasp when Manwë pulls you closer and presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, biting and sucking gently to leave blossoming marks. His mighty talons draw patterns on the naked skin of your back, causing you to arch and lean into his embrace; he is careful not to hurt you, though you already know you will be covered in thin red lines once he's done with you. 

"My little dove," Manwë croons between kisses, his voice deceptively soft; he caresses you like a warm, gentle breeze, though you know a mighty storm is slumbering underneath his calm exterior, ready to be unleashed, should anyone else attempt to touch what is his.

"Yours," you whisper. Your hands claws at his robes as Manwë continues to mark you as his for all to see; the Elder King's mate and lover that no other would ever dare to lay claim to.

Varda

✧ The Queen of Stars is often absent from the daily affairs of Valinor in favour of tending to her creations in the depths of Eä, but she makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to even when she's not present.

✧ Varda loves giving you pretty necklaces, bracelets and other jewellery adorned with charms that are filled with her starlight, protecting you and burning anyone who attempts to touch you without her permission.

✧ When she makes love to you, she ensures that you will remember her touch and others see the marks she left on you as will - in case anyone was doubting that you are hers - by painting luminous constellations on your skin with her fingers, twinkling little stars reminiscent of notes in a song of her love for you.

✧ Varda also gives you water from her wells to drink, enjoying the thought of her essence filling you and providing you with light and refreshment. She will stop at nothing to make sure the powers of darkness and evil stay far away from you.

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"Hold still, my little light," the Queen orders, pushing you down and into the soft sheets of her bed with gentle authority. 

You blink nervously when you see the tip of her index finger glowing with sacred, primordial light, ready to paint the canvas of your bare chest with tiny, glittering stars. 

"Will it hurt?" 

Varda smiles and leans down to kiss your brow. "Of course not. There is no evil in your heart, dearest; my light would never hurt you." 

Her starlit touch is hot, and for a moment you fear it'll sear your skin, but as soon as she begins caressing you, reminiscent of the gentle strokes of a paintbrush, the sensation changes to a comfortable heat. You raise your head to watch as she turns you into another one of her masterpieces, and your beloved Queen looks pleased whenever her nimble fingers elicit small noises from you, her luminous eyes holding your gaze while she slowly works her way lower and lower. 

Oromë

♘ Oromë is a hunter with all his heart, so once he has caught you, he certainly won't let anyone take away his favourite prey. He loves giving you trophies from his hunting trips to wear as accessories, a not-so-subtle message to all that you now belong to him.

♘ But that won't satisfy him for too long. The huntsman of the Valar is a wild and passionate lover and covers you in bite and scratch marks every time he takes you, making sure they are visible too.

♘ Oromë loves all sorts of cuddling and physical affection and actively initiates it whenever an opportunity presents itself. While this is certainly done for his and your enjoyment, he also wants others to see that you are his and his alone and ensure that his scent will be all over you even when he isn't around, in order to ward off unwanted attention from other suitors. For the same reason, he also breeds you thoroughly.

♘ If you are a good little pet for him, Oromë will reward you with a lovely collar he made specifically for you, letting everyone know that he has claimed you and intends to keep you.

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Oromë's large hands hold on to your hips with a strong, bruising grip that has you whining into the moss below. You already know not to expect mercy whenever you play his favourite game of hunting and catching his prey, a symbolic earning of his right to claim you. 

"What a lovely little deer," Oromë purrs and leans forward to bite the juncture between your neck and shoulder while he enters you with the fierce determination of a feral beast. 

Your cries and moans only spur him on to thrust deeper and harder, his hands keeping you in place with the strength and steadiness of an experienced hunter. As far as you know, you two are alone in this part of his woods, yet something tells you that he wouldn't mind if one of the other hunting parties found you – to see him taking you, marking you, filling you with his seed to ensure that his scent you be on you for days to come. 

Námo

☯ The mark of a Fëantur may be subtle, though no less intense than those visible on your skin. Once Námo has taken you as his lover, he binds your fëa to his, leaving an echo of his song and a ghost of his touch with you wherever you go. Those proficient in ósanwe and/or attuned to spiritual matters feel the Doomsman's presence wherever you go, no more than one call through your bond away.

☯ Nevertheless, Námo knows that not all Incarnates are able to sense and heed his silent warning, so he also presents you with clothes and jewellery to adorn your body. He likes long, flowing robes in dark colours, veils and little charms shaped like crows and ravens, similar to his own attire, and greatly enjoys seeing you wearing those, an unmistakable sign of belonging to him.

☯ When he isn't present and you are outside of his halls, Námo may occasionally guide your fate in whichever way he sees fit to make sure you return safely. Those who attempt to harm you will face the Doomsman's wrath.

☯ Yet as much as he wishes to protect you, Námo wants nothing more than to own and mark you in the most intimate way possible - which is your fëa. Should you ever be slain, or once his need and longing overwhelm him, he will whisk you away to Mandos, keep you there until the end of the world and fill your spirit with his song and essence time and time again until you know no other than him.

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Cool lips kiss the nape of your neck when Námo takes you, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the way your smaller form trembles in his arms. He's sitting on his throne with you on his lap, your robes covering the illicit image of the Master of Fate penetrating you, yet the small moans falling from your lips and the movement of his hips betray the truth. 

"Let me have you," Námo whispers, and you know he wants more than to claim just your body, so you open your mind to him as well. 

The sensation of his fëa reaching out to touch and intertwine with yours is just as intense as the joining of your bodily forms. Your helpless noises increase in volume despite your best efforts to hold back, yet Námo doesn't seem to mind – in fact, you begin to suspect that he wants the residents of Mandos to look up at his throne and watch, so they will know who you belong to for all ages to come. 

Irmo

☾ No one has escaped the loving arms of the Lord of Dreams without remnants of glittering dream dust on their clothes and skin, and you are certainly no exception, quite the contrary: As Irmo's favourite little butterfly, he makes sure to touch, embrace and cuddle you to his heart's content, and ever since your courtship started, you feel like the dream dust has never left you again. He feigns innocence, yet you suspect that this is very much his intention, so everyone can see his touch upon you even when he isn't around.

☾ Irmo crafts a special dream catcher for you and makes sure you wear it at all times, an unmistakable sign of his love for you. It contains a small part of himself and his power, and he taps into it to ward off nightmares.

☾ He also likes entering your dreams, spending time with you there and, most importantly, ensuring that no other suitors may ever find their way there, because you belong to him and him alone. When you sleep in his gardens, you often wake up feeling his lips and hands kissing and caressing your body, leaving trails of dream dust and, at times, colourful patterns on your skin.

☾ As much as he enjoys claiming your body, he desires nothing more than to possess you in spirit as well, so that the union of your fëar leaves a permanent mark on your very being, filling you with his song and his essence.

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"Here? In the middle of your garden?" 

Irmo merely laughs in response and rolls you over on your back to climb on top of you, his iridescent butterfly wings fluttering excitedly. 

"Why not, my darling petal? Is our love not the fairest and most beautiful thing my garden has ever seen?" 

Glittering dream dust falls from his wings and hair as he leans forward to kiss you, and you soon find yourself feeling both soothed and excited by his presence and the comfortable weight of his fána on top of you. 

Sensing your emotions, Irmo's gentle hand sneaks between your legs and finds you willing and eager for him, ready to be taken. He breaks the kiss to gaze at your face, delighting in your blushing cheeks, half-lidded eyes and parted, wet lips, panting softly as you look up at him. 

"I will make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms," Irmo whispers, "and when you do, I will continue to make love to you in your dreams." 

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Varda  —  cracked spines of leather-bound classics, sharing pieces of your soul with the world, starting revolutions with simple words, rosewater, cherry blossom petals floating through the wind, making promises, midnight conversations, writing into abysmal nothingness, stargazing, knowing smiles, doesn't open up easily, soft skin, crystals, a night where the clouds hide the moon, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets, studying things that do not exist, bright flashes of light outside your window, silk bedsheets, mysterious, handwritten notes, stays up so late it's early, plays quiet music for ambiance, fingertips stained with ink.

Ulmo  —  bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies, glassy blue eyes, moves with grace and rhythm, late night swims, blue tie dyed sheets, flowing outfits, the rough ocean at night, tall waves and bitter winds, salty hair, long limbs, kind of sad and tired but you've never see them cry, goes with the flow, quiet voice but loud meaning, walks with purpose, always looks their best, very kind and giving, seashells, loud laughter, perfect posture, habit of overthinking, bare feet, ice-cold lemonade, laying on the ground to soak up the sun, sand in the air, intricate designs, high ceilings, dim lights, bitten nails.

Aule  — confident, likes to perform, acts cool but is secretly emotional underneath, bold/dark colours, loves challenges, gets mad and forgives just as quickly, wouldn't change for anyone, laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you, running around like crazy person with your lover, compliments a stranger's crazy hair colour and feeling so good when they smile, unhealthy amounts of candy, fiery red sunsets, getting back up after being knocked down, they know that their friends are right behind them wherever they go, the burn in your lungs after chasing something you'll never be able to catch, always does their own thing.

Yavanna  —  warm days, soft smiles, making sure everyone is happy, walking barefoot, falling asleep in the sun, wishes everyone would be kinder, mugs of too-sweet tea, the person who screams don't kill the spider, adores animals, covered in freckles, one can never quite tell exactly what their eye colour is, pointing to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds, large yawns early in the morning, a question left unanswered, honey, one hand catching another, tea that is swallowed for its warmth and not the taste, faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts, dew beading on flower petals, the imprints tight socks leave behind, wanderlust's yearning pull.

Orome  —  long hair, loves nature and animals, mist, sharp features, dirt under their fingernails, very down to earth, always willing to help, the strong friend, always has new, interesting facts to tell, tough as all hell, doesn't love easily but always loves deeply, walking barefoot everywhere, wildflowers threaded into messy braids, laying in the afternoon sun, big adventures, crisp air, deeply opinionated, climbing the tallest trees around, muddy feet, toothy smiles, accepting of everyone, follows their own path, stargazing off mountain cliffs, running through tall grass, folklore stories of fairies and dragons, a child at heart.

Nienna  —  honeyed and sulky dark summers, pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias, unkept promises, cinematic and shadowy, existing in a trance of melancholy, feels passionately though feigns detachment, slightly off-putting, their presence is announced but even if it wasn't you'd still know they were there, constantly underestimated, desperately afraid of silence, red-rimmed eyes, always appears serene, broken handwriting, short hair, foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, numb fingers, old stone walls, steaming black tea, tears, gazing at a past lover down the hall, the smell before rain, old songs, nostalgia.

Námo  —  set features, eyes the color of dead souls, candles melting wax atop a piano, tragic smiles, an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes, infectious whispers, heart is always pounding, doesn't like to be seen, nightmares, dark circles under their eyes that they can't hide, doesn't know their limits, slightly self-destructive, the silent one, bitter coffee, quiet observation, black eyeshadow, knows a bit of everything, no-nonsense, cold fingers and colder gazes, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, losing a loved one too soon, moss covering broken gravestones, shattered glass, the taste of melancholy. 

Irmo  —  glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, gentle hands, dandelions, white clouds, the shy warmth of the first days of spring, afternoon naps, soft pillows, carefree laughter, fields of reeds, basking in the moonlight, flower crowns, sunbathing in creeks, gloriously alive, hours among the leaves, kind soul, often lost in their own thoughts, nights spent watching the river, dancing in a circle, holding hands, soft clothes, sun kissed skin, always listening to music, either works too hard or not at all, warm smiles, dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, innocent hope, paper stars in glass jars, bittersweet goodbyes, looking for beauty in everything, water-coloured skies. 

Estë  —  dried orange garlands, snow on green tiled roofs, a bit in love, quills dipped in metallic ink, daydreaming, angelic singing, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever, friends with almost everyone, convinced that sleeping at 10pm is late, strawberry ice cream, calming eyes, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone, sunrises, loves nature, passionate about dreams, self-made flower crowns, will stay up late to comfort you, unexpected hugs from the back, not afraid to tell people they love them, humble.

Vairë  —  silver knitting needles, velvet skies filled with twinkling stars, red embroidery thread, hot black tea with spoonfuls of sugar, ballet shoes, hearts carved in birch bark, denim jackets, distant bells, foxgloves, rain moving over hills, cheek caresses, a bedroom left alone, walking in the mud and rain at dusk, resisting change, dead ends, unspoken feelings, finally coming home, looking up at the stars in hope of something more, simultaneously brimming with hope and lifeless, wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread.

Vána  —  soft features, the smell of lavender, long walks in the sunshine, singing in a choir, sincere laughter, pastel colours, reading poetry aloud, baking cookies and sharing it with friends, kind gestures, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, lacy socks, handwritten love letters, forgiving people, graceful movements, writing poetry, roses, standing up for those who can't defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity, white lace, long hair, very graceful, always there for you, nostalgia of a time that you never knew, undeniably beautiful, the sweet breeze of a spring morning, slowing drifting off while laying on a green meadow, calm and collected, the best friend you could ask for.

Tulkas  —  loud laughter, hammocks, doesn't know when to stop, can't sleep, jacket with so many fixed holes it has been reduced to patchwork, flashing smiles, living on the edge, free spirit that will rip you to shreds if you dare to try and tame it, bloody knuckles, the moments of silence after a loud screaming match, riding into the sunset, dogs barking in the distance, the smell of fire on the air, running from person to person, unbridled chaos, aimless wandering, on the verge of greatness, call of the void, empty avenues, walking between worlds, wanting to hold the planets, melancholy nights, seeing things that aren't really there, wishing for more, overgrown unkempt gardens, bright colours against dark greens, tripping up on vines and logs, scraped knees.

Nessa  —  can go from laughing to serious fast if necessary, little bits of dark humour, staying up late, they do the little eyebrow thing when they get insulted, doodles, everybody else thinks they have friends but they don’t, red lipstick, lively, can be implosive, forgotten, mood swings like crazy, but very calm when they are happy, regrets decisions they made in the past, affectionately called a little brat, out until late in the afternoon of the next day, does not let anyone kill their vibe, seeing their escape in a person, the echo of your own steps on a tile floor, the sensation of being the only one left, a way that seems to have no end.

Eönwë  —  intimidating, has a soft side but only a few people see it, loves the forest, natural beauty, combat boots, deep thinker, false formality, a chord of music that breaks the silence, clouds rolling in, doesn't get angry but instead just fucking glares at you until you crumble, loves thunderstorms, mind like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, unrequited love, soft voice, they know you whether you know them or not, lingering touches, people watching, the smell of old books and rain, faint music in the distance, won't let others break their friend's hearts, clearing their throat as a type of warning, moral righteousness, faith in humanity, towering buildings.

Mairon  —  sarcastic comments with a smile, glares that could kill, speaking in such a pretentious way that no one even understands you, obsession over studies, being a good person but getting corrupted, setting fire to the city, eyes like flames, heeled boots, soft aching hands buried in messy hair, ancient ruins, cups of tea gone cold, flawless eyeliner, impulsive decisions, false pretences, sickly sweet smiles, daunting realisations, masquerade masks, too stubborn to admit their regrets, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, hands stripped from over-washing.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆.

ʚ Condensed milk 

ʚ Don’t question me 

ʚ It’s sweet, creamy and all around just a blast once you discover it. Say hello to a lot of future sugar highs 

ʚ Alright, I’ll be a bit more realistic and say that it’s more of a fresh cream taste. Not too sweet yet still quite pleasant 

ʚ Or custard

ʚ I’m not taking back what I said about it being creamy though

ʚ It’s condensed milk in my heart 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓.

ʚ I could be a meme and say that it’s spicy, but that’s just unpleasant all around 

ʚ I’m thinking of something with a bit of a citrus taste

ʚ Slightly sweet, but refreshing almost 

ʚ My other thought was perhaps mint? Since it’s ‘cold’ and Melkor is described as such 

ʚ Then again he might wish to make his cum taste like a flavour that most people like: chocolate. He’s an attention whore like that 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐.

ʚ I have a feeling that a lot of you are expecting something like liquorice huh

ʚ Definitely something not too sweet, if at all, but definitely pleasant. Like a chai tea 

ʚ Vanilla with hints of cinnamon too

ʚ It’s not exactly a strong taste but it’s definitely a delicate one 

ʚ Great texture, feels wonderful on the tongue 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐.

ʚ I think it would be something on the sweet side, but definitely not overly sweet 

ʚ Well, I also think it would taste like cotton candy so that’s the exception 

ʚ Vanilla is also a possibility as well

ʚ Or perhaps strawberries too

ʚ Also quite creamy I must say 

ʚ He’s the Vala of Desire, a literal sex god, he’ll make sure everything about his cum is customised

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆.

ʚ I haven’t the slightest idea why the first thought that came to my mind was cookies and cream

ʚ Perhaps something also on the citrus side of things, yet also with hints of vanilla

ʚ You’ve heard of a cinnamon bun? Well now say hello to cinnamon c—

ʚ Blueberries too, or mixed berries in general?

ʚ He’s also giving a lot of lavender honey and I’m not too sure why 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒐.

ʚ You’re thinking sea salt, aren’t you?

ʚ Well, how about salted caramel? Far more pleasant I must say 

ʚ Listen I’m trying to keep the salt motifs at bay because it’s just not that appealing 

ʚ Has anyone tasted blue moon ice cream? Definitely a flavour along one of those lines 

ʚ No it does not taste like water, stop being boring 

ʚ Perhaps blue bubblegum flavour. Not so sure why but it’s pretty befitting

ʚ Don’t you dare say flavoured water

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