#admirableringmaker

[naganye]

@admirableringmaker

Aerenezj did not know what was going on. One moment he was running through the heat, thirsty and tired. He had moved his hand to wipe some sweat from his face, and instead magic had crackled in the air. The boy had then fallen through the air in front of him, somehow, and now the sand was black dust around his feet. He was not quite so hot anymore. He stopped and turned around. There was no sign of home. Nothing.

But is that not a good thing?

Yes, yes it was a good thing. No more of his sister. No more of his parents. But he was thirsty. One of the first tricks Aerenezj had learnt from his grandfather was to pull water from the air. It took a few goes- the air was still dry here- but he managed. He drank from his cupped hands before looking around.

[helreginn]

@admirableringmaker asked:

” Well, you hate me now.

Hel stared at the other a while, taking in his.. new and unfamiliar form. She had known him once. Long before. When they were a part of the cosmos and the wilds. She was honoured to know him still when they were bound in emotion and flesh.

Her head slowly drooped to one side and she tentatively reached out to grasp his fingertips within her own.

"You are too old to be so naive, Mairon." His name was spoken with a familiarity they had not yet broached in the new age. She didn't care. She wasn't afraid. If for a moment he thought she held anything but fondness.. that was a moment too long.

"I would not hate you if you blotted out the stars in the sky. Nor the fruit of the earth." Her lips just barely pulled up into a smile, "You know this, don't you?

Their little game and make believe was fun but she had always held fast to the knowledge that deep down they understood one another. Her heart sank as she wondered if it was she that had been naive.

[menelvagor]

Starter for @admirableringmaker. Muses: The Necromancer & The Witch-King.

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Mûrazôr had long been awaiting the return of his master, after having lost not one but two of his forms. His lord Sauron had lost his embodiments from Akallabêth and the War of the Last Alliance, in his fights against both men and elves - those bothersome creatures. Despite these rises and falls, with him the Dark Lord had his loyal second-in-command, Er-Mûrazôr. He was the first of the Ringwraiths, after all.

He bowed low, his fluttering pale form contrasted against the darkness of the chamber in Dol Guldur. "My lord," he said reverently. He found it hard to look upon his master now that he had been brought low, with skin as cracked and blackened as Orodruin itself. Even if he took measures to hide it beneath black and gold. How those Men would pay. . .

"Thy servants are ready to do thy bidding and to attack our enemies. Where should we strike first?"

[sashaofravenlock]

📱 (maimai)

“Hi Mai, it’s me. So it turns out I’m really badly allergic to several metals, so all those beautiful forks and knives you made have to be replaced with plastic. I also can’t touch them without getting a rash, so I am leaving that for you to do. I’m waiting for my prescriptions at the pharmacy and then I’ll be home. Love you.”

[ravencounsellor]

[ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. (Erestor can have some revenge on Annatar. as a treat)

It was a long and hard won struggle, but Erestor finally had the golden Maia admitting defeat before him. The counsellor held a splintered sword at Annatar’s neck, his chest heaving and sweat lining his brow. Though the elf stood over him, his condition wasn’t much better than the other’s.

And then the Noldo dropped the wooden practice sword onto the soft ground beneath them. The pair had sparred so long and intensely that his legs could barely support him. It was only adrenaline and a boosted ego that kept him standing.

“Valar,” He sighed, still too breathless to say much more. Still, Erestor held out a hand to help his husband back up to his feet.

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[heartsdefine]

@admirableringmaker — frodo starter call / accepting!

        "What riches are worth so much misery, and the deaths of so many honorable men and women?"

[the-constrainer]

The curious maia of Aulë came to sit beside him. "I heard you have wings like Lord Manwë."

Melkor looked at Mairon for a moment before his wings flared into existence and spread wide before settling against his back and drug on the floor, "They are not as fair," Parts were still golden but most was black, it was simply veins of gold, there was scaring were some feathers were missing.

[first-son-of-finwe]

“This doesn’t mean I like you. I still think you’re insufferable.” (Mai)

“Oh, come on,” he smiled. “I’m so clever and charming. Surely it’s impossible not to like me a little bit.”

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[wanderingarcherviola]

Being reassigned to Barad-dûr wasn't the worst thing in the world, Viola was sad to leave the almost comfortable life she'd built for herself in Lithlad but there wasn't any room for argument.

Finding her feet quickly upon arrival she aligned herself with a rather high up commander, he wasn't the smartest Orc but he was charismatic and good with an axe. Her own rank coupled with having Pushkrim The Biter on her side meant she'd gone from fresh meat to almost untouchable

For an orc of just twenty years she was far outpacing others who were near a century her senior, Mordor was a cruel place but she'd learned to take every advantage she could to get ahead.

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[swordoaths]

@admirableringmaker spoke: "i do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." (from Sauron for Bilbo)

He had heard their whisperings, if one could even call them that. The hobbits of the Shire made no intention of bringing their voices to a hush, even when Bilbo walked by on his way to market. Why, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins even finished off her gossip with a rather disapproving stare cast directly at him-- the nerve! He, disapproving? As if she had not tried to walk off with his spoons whilst dancing upon his grave (which he was not yet buried in, mind)! Bilbo would not be offering her tea again.

At any rate, the whisperings continued with Bilbo's full knowledge. An odd sort of fellow, they said. Living in Bag End with all that treasure for none but himself. And the songs he sung! Songs of Elves and dragons and wandering feet. Wandering feet! Whyever would one wander? And oh, did Bilbo wander. To the edge of the Shire, they said. Well, why doesn't he just get on with it? Why doesn't he just cross the borders as he did years ago without so much as a farewell or estimated time of return.

He did not mind. Not outwardly. Bilbo Baggins had endured far worse things in life than a bit of gossip. He simply puffed his chest, clutched the handle of his basket, and marched on. Whatever wounds existed were deep inside his heart, and none of the hobbits could see Bilbo's heart.

But there were other things that could see his heart, and this he feared greatly. He had been sure to keep It tucked away from the world, but he had an awfully sneaking suspicion that It knew something. So, Bilbo made sure to close the shutters with a snap, and keep a lookout for Unwanted Travelers of the Disagreeable Sort. (Such behavior only contributed to the gossip, but Bilbo was acting this way for their benefit. If they only knew!)

Still, however hidden, Bilbo felt the weight of the Ring. There were more days where he wished he never had found it than days he wished to keep it. But what was he to do, cast it away in the river? Bury it at the edge of the Shire? No, no, no. He couldn't do that. Then someone else would find it, and it really was better off under his watch. Really! He had kept it hidden all these years, after all, and there really was no sense in...

Bilbo stopped his pondering. Frozen in his tracks, he realized his fingers wereturning over the golden ring in his pocket all this time. He hadn't realized he was doing it until just now, and the thought made him pull his hand from his pocket with a jolt. With a sniff, he padded over to the windows and peered out into the evening light. Nothing outside but green grass and colorful doors greeted him. His lip twitched up in a faint smile full of fond memories. But then something changed upon his face-- something more worrisome and suspicious-- and he closed the shutters and retreated deeper into Bag End.

Just as he turned away from the window, he heard it. The Voice he had heard years ago. It came from within, yet it was all round him. It came from the Ring. 'I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this.'

Bilbo's heart sank. It wasn't that the Voice had shocked him, for he knew deep down that It would return. But he was oh so weary by its sound. Clasping a hand to his heart, he tried instead to focus on the pitter patter of his heart. But all he could feel was the thundering tremors of Smaug. And all he could hear was Smaug's wicked words:

I am almost tempted to let you take it, if only to see Oakenshield suffer. Watch it destroy him. Watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad!

With a start, Bilbo pulled his hand away from his heart. His breathing had quickened, and there were tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.

Oh, my dear friend, thought Bilbo. Thorin Oakenshield. Is this how you felt?

He almost slipped away with the memory--- almost let himself be washed away by it. But something courageous stirred in him.

Desire what exactly, he asked Precious. His tone was not malicious, but rather of the curious kind. After all, if he had done something that had pleased Precious, he did not mean to. Nor did he want to. But what choice did he have? A glimpse of my past? It is hardly the stuff of legends. Bilbo hoped to dismiss it in the off chance it meant something to Precious--- something he could not yet piece together.

[silvercrowned]

@admirableringmaker

“Who is the other elf offspring??”

[un-awerewolf]

@admirableringmaker

Glass clinked against the floors and walls of the hallway attached to the throne room, followed by a loud and persistent whine as a wolf entered the room. Drool dripped from his open mouth as he lifted his head and shook it around, doing what he can to get the jar off of his upper jaw.

[helreginn]

admirableringmaker

“Enlighten me.” It was something to take their mind off the cold, if nothing else. He tucked his hands into his sleeves and settled in to listen. “It is always useful to be prepared.” And he did so by bringing someone else to do the hard work. @admirableringmaker

Hel perked up noticeably, the broadest smile on her expression as she excitedly exclaimed, "Really?"

She waited all of a second before eagerly letting loose on him.

"Okay, so nature is cunning. A lot of the time they're telling us things - even the ones that cannot speak. If it has some form of protection from predators, such as thorns, typically it is not toxic. Since it already makes use of one good deterrent."

[menelvagor]

Continued from here. For @admirableringmaker.

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For a moment, a confusion fell upon the King, wondering what his advisor had become suddenly - seemingly - shy about. A request he had for his ruler.

"Except?"

Pharazôn's brows furrowed, displeasure at this behavior momentarily flooding him. However, he had to remind himself, Zigûr did give him good advice and often sought for his ear, doing all the King asked in other things.

"What is it thou would request?" he demanded, sitting up more attentively on his throne, one hand coming to rest underneath his chin. He stared down at his advisor, making sure he was higher up than the other, so he would not forget his place.

[sashaofravenlock]

Continued from X

@admirableringmaker

"Perhaps."

This was not an arrangement he was excited for. But it was a part he had to play, if he wished to blend in among elves. Annatar's smile was graceful, but cold as a marble statue.

She coud only offer him a shy smile in return before looking off nervously. How she ended up in this predicament was well beyond her careful planning, having taken only one misstep which consequences lead to her suddenly finding herself wed to another.

“What comes next? I fear I do not know the customs of this city.“

[ravencounsellor]

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. (Annatar)

Erestor puffed up in offense, back straightening and dark eyes glaring at his husband.

“Excuse me?” A dark brow raised accusingly, quill still in hand — though his writing did pause. Erestor’s hair, which was normally ornately braided, was now tucked back in a simple plait with several strands hanging loosely. There were dark circles under his eyes that suggested this wasn’t his first night spent like this.

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