You Have No Idea How Happy I Was When I Found Your Realistic Sauron/Mairon Writing In Tumblr. For The

You have no idea how happy I was when I found your realistic Sauron/Mairon writing in Tumblr. For the last couple of days I've been starting to turn to my Middle-Earth fangirling; but especially for the Silmarillion. Anyways it's hard to come across some Maiar/Valar content (since it so rare for someone to write for it lol) and I hope you will continue to write for it because I think your writing is really good!

Note: Is your requests still open by the way?

Thank you so much! I'm glad to hear that you think my writing is realistic. :D

I am also interested in the Silmarillion and could hardly find any content for it. That's why I decided to write my own stories!

Yes, I intend to continue writing for the fandom. And my requests are also open.

This idea came to me while I was brainstorming with myself to find some unique and not common ideas for you to write and this is the result:

We all know Maedhros was captured by Morgoth's soldiers and taken to Angband to get tortured in every possible way and was eventually hanged in his one wrist to Thangorodrim to die slowly for 30 years until Fingon saved him. In his stay in Angband before his hanging he met an unlikely acquaintance who was a young orc soldier who was assigned to take care of him; healing his injuries and preventing from dying. The orc was unlike the other ones who he seen in his stay could talk in his language very well and their voice was not so harsh and ear scratching like their peers. They always tend him with utmost care and unimaginable gentleness that literally made Maedhros think he was imagining the whole thing. Anyways in time they became the only reliable source to him. Maedhros slowly grew attached to them. The orc was -ironically- his peace in that dreadful place called Angband. (In Middle-Earth orcs were -possibly- a twisted creations of the elves who -unlike elves- possessed a great hatered towards Arda and it's living creatures. They were the creations of Morgoth, the darkness and the enemy himself. Morgoth wanted to create something was his and not Eru Illuvatar's but he only created orcs by using -possibly- elves which was the creations of Eru Illuvatar. So in that sense there was still some light in their blackened hearts and souls; even though it's impossibly rare. And this kindness came to Maedhros when he needed the most in the form of an orc). But of course the mindset and enviourment he was in effected him and this emotion he felt turned into something unhealthy. When he was saved by Fingon and taken to safety where he was taken care of until he was healed enough he would scream for them to come back to him. Maedhros wants this orc to be saved from the clutches of Morgoth and be with him instead. And nothing can stand in his road until he gets that orc!

It's a very wild idea I know lol. But it can birth a lot of good ideas too!

Note: Not me wanting orcs to have some spotlight >.>

That's a really interesting and unique idea! Thank you so much for sharing it with me. I appreciate your creativity and the effort you put into coming up with this concept.

Unfortunately, I have to see if I can commit to writing this story, as I have many other projects on my plate at the moment. Additionally, I'm not sure if this idea aligns with my interests, as I'm not particularly attracted to orcs. However, I think your idea has a lot of potential and could definitely inspire some great ideas for other writers who are more passionate about this topic. Thank you again for sharing it with me!

The only reason I started this account is because there are characters I simp for, but there are hardly any fanfictions about them

Can we take a moment to appreciate his voice? Like, seriously, that deep, raspy voice is just *chef's kiss*. He could read me a phone book and I'd still be totally in a trance.

Let Gideon Ofnir speak. He is old and hot and deserves to monologue cause his voice is also hot.

What do you think of the Witch King???

Just as hot as any other masked character

Dark Aura + Mask + Evil + Would probably kill me = Hot

I also really like his character design!

Melkor Imagine: "Who did this to you?"

Melkor (Morgoth) x GN!Maia

Warnings: Injury

Note: A Request by @shamelessredpanda and it's a follow-up to the Headcanons: What it would be like to be Melkor's only Maia

Melkor, a powerful Ainur, burned with a fierce protectiveness for his beloved Maia. When he saw the evidence of the fight marring his Maia's delicate features, a simmering rage ignited within him.

Melkor's eyes narrowed as he tenderly traced the Maia's bruised cheek, his touch feather-light yet possessive. "Who did this to you?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. The Maia trembled under the intensity of his gaze, sensing the barely restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate movements, Melkor tilted the Maia's chin up, his fingers curling around their jaw as he scrutinized the injury. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent promise of vengeance. "Tell me everything," he commanded, his eyes burning with a primal need to protect.

As he gently wiped away the streak of crimson, the Maia's breath caught in their throat, sensing Melkor's barely restrained fury.

As the Maia recounted the events, Melkor's expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. When the tale was finished, he pulled the Maia close, cradling them possessively. "I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished," he growled, pressing a fierce, almost bruising kiss to the Maia's brow before striding out, his hand already reaching for his formidable arsenal.

The Maia watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as Melkor gathered his formidable arsenal and strode out, the air crackling with his barely contained power. Time seemed to crawl by, the ominous silence punctuated only by the Maia's anxious heartbeat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow, the Maia couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Hours later, Melkor returned, his clothing and skin stained with blood. He stood before the Maia, his gaze intense and unyielding. "It is done," he stated, a feral glint in his eyes. "They will never trouble you again."

The Maia felt relief and unease. They knew Melkor would stop at nothing to protect them, but the sheer intensity of his wrath left them unsettled. What other battles would he wage in the name of their safety? The Maia clung to the knowledge of Melkor's unwavering devotion, even as they feared the consequences of his unyielding fury.