#and utumno

[braxix]

Next up: All of Valinor is confused on where Elrond came from. Finrod decides to play detective and finds out Elrond called Maedhros atya this one time. He puts 2 and 2 together and gets 5. Everyone is confused.

[outofangband]

Utumno, the original fortress of Morgoth, prior to the rising of the sun and moon, located in the northern reaches of Endor

I owe someone a headcanon collection on Utumno from like a year or more ago...I'll get that out soon!

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[massivewonderlandtragedy]

Dear people of the Silmarillion fandom, I think I saw it in a post before (sorry I cannot find it nor remember the poster), however I shall reiterate. Whenever I read it, I see Melkor/Morgoth looking and sounding like Peter Steele from Type O Negative? Thoughts?

[eternal-fear]

Fëanáro in Utumno

Look at this wonderful artwork Ylieke made for me (and the fanfic I'm working on). Please, check them out and show them your love. VK @cgbookworm - Twitter @y_lieke - Instagram

[cirrdan]

I loved this moment from The Book of Lost Tales so much, so that I couldn't resist illustrating it

That was funny (for Melkor, but not for others lol)

[celebbun]

Sleep hc for Melkor and Mairon

@melkors-defense-attorney

☾ - sleep headcanon

Mairon doesn't sleep

Mairon sleeps uneasily, and never for long periods of time. He curls in on himself, chin pressed to his chest and shoulders raised to his ears, then drifts off to an anxious sleep. He has no great knowledge of the Songs of dreams or rest, and leaving his fána unconscious makes him nervous. Sleep leaves him vulnerable on two fronts, so he wakes up easily and frequently, just to be sure he's safe, and that he's not sinking in too deep into Irmo's domain.

Despite his reservations, there are people around him that force him to rest once in a while, and Mairon himself is not enough of a fool to think he can get away with not sleeping at all.

Melkor sleeps with the assurance that he has a part in all of the Songs of the Valar, Irmo included. He splays out on a large bed, full of fluffed up feather pillows and warm blankets and drifts off into sleep for hours and hours. In slumber, he is as much king as in wakefulness.

After Mandos, though, Melkor no longer finds much peace in sleep, his mind much too occupied with war and the gems to truly rest; it only gets worse the progression of the First Age and his mounting paranoia.

Headcanon ask game

[hirazuki]

Memories of Utumno (c. Years of the Trees.)

Just some casual plotting back in the good old days before those damn jewels ^^

(edit: full video is here!)

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Lungorthin : What do we do?

Orcs : Obey the master!

Lungorthin : What do we don't do?

Orcs : Give the master coffee!

Gothmog : When will you let that go?

Nári pointing to the crude phallus drawn on a nearby wall : The day you successfully wash that off.

[thelien-art]

Can you draw Melkor as a cat again? With a little crown?

Plz?

I choose to do my albino Angband Melkor design this time as I already did my Utumno design before here and I must say... I think I got a bit better at it...

[braxix]

Curufin: You're so weird.

Celegorm: If I was anything else you'd panic!

[negreabsolut]

Corona boirosa, per MarvinDiehl. [font]

[massivewonderlandtragedy]

Silmarillion-

"And Morgoth came"

I wish he would, if you know what I mean because HOT DAMNNNNNNN 😉😉

[cilil]

Author's Note: Requested by my good friend Thuri🖤

⋆ ｡･ ☾ Drabble ⋆ ｡･ ✩

After a long Day of Work

The peaceful scene is interrupted when the fires suddenly flare up and a low rumble echoes through the cavernous halls of Utumno, waking Mairon from his slumber.

Pairing: Melkor/Mairon | Angbang

Prompt: Coming home after a long day "I missed you" kisses (no. 17 of this lovely post)

Synopsis: Melkor returns to Utumno. Mairon welcomes him home.

Featuring: Fluff, dork lords in love

Short oneshot (~600 words)

The fires in the forge are crackling softly, illuminating the room with a warm golden glow while everything else remains still. Tools are scattered all over the workplace, disrupting the usual impeccable tidiness, and a wild array of papers covers a nearby table, showing sketches of upcoming projects and new inventions. 

Mairon is asleep. His head rests on top of his latest notes, and his breath is slow and quiet. A few fiery locks successfully manage to escape from his braid as he shifts around and settle over his face and shoulders like rivulets of flame. His fána finally succumbed to exhaustion after many hours of work which he neglected to count–an unfortunate side effect of his tendency to get so immersed in his projects that he forgets everything around him; and of Melkor currently not being there to distract him. 

The peaceful scene is interrupted when the fires suddenly flare up and a low rumble echoes through the cavernous halls of Utumno, waking Mairon from his slumber. He blinks in confusion and lifts his head, tucking a few locks behind his ear with mild irritation, until he realizes– 

He is back.

Golden eyes light up in joy, and he immediately forgets about his messy braid and the slight ache in his back and shoulders as he jumps to his feet and hurries outside. 

It feels as if the entire fortress greets its master with many small gestures of welcome that Mairon has become accustomed to. The fires burn hotter, the frosty winds outside become more fierce, the Vala's music echoes through the very foundations of the earth and the soft pitter patter of many paws and feet can be heard in the hallways when more and more Maiar and other creatures notice that their lord has returned. 

Mairon knows Melkor well enough to know where he has to look for him–neither at the gates, nor in his throne room, but in their shared chambers instead. And indeed he finds him there, waiting for him with a grin of joyful anticipation. A strong arm pulls him close when he runs to greet his beloved, tiptoeing to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. 

Melkor chuckles lightly as he feels the heat of his favorite Maia's lips against his, kissing him with fiery, almost frantic excitement and yearning. Mairon presses his entire body against him with shameless need, and small sparks fall from his hair, his entire fána nearly burning with passion. 

They are both breathless when he finally breaks the kiss to look up at the Vala, pouting a little. 

"I missed you," he says, cheeks flushing red upon realizing how needy he must seem right now. 

Yet Melkor appears to be delighted by his greeting, holding him like he's his greatest treasure. 

"I missed you too, little flame," he replies and starts toying with a stray lock of his hair. 

"I take it you were busy in your forge, hmm?" 

"Well..." 

Mairon is a little embarrassed to admit that he fell asleep, but Melkor doesn't bother asking about it, already one step ahead.  

"And when was the last time you went to bed?" 

The Maia's expression becomes sheepish, telling him everything he needs to know. Shaking his head, he picks him up with playful ease and throws him over his shoulder. 

"Your projects will have to wait for the moment. You are going to bed with me right now," Melkor declares, then a smirk appears on his lips. 

"Which is also a wonderful opportunity for you to tell me more about how much you missed me..." 

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[melkors-big-tits]

Behold; The gates of Utumno

For concept art class we had to draw a building/home for our characters but I told my teacher that as my characters live in an underground fortress that spans for how many kilometers it'd be next to impossible for me to draw all that within the allotted time so she agreed to my suggestion of simply drawing the gate😌

I wanted to make it kinda chaotic looking so you're not quite sure where the door is and will just the door (in the middle of the hexagon) open or which part?

The answer is; it All opens.

The door in the middle is meant for those of smaller scale like orcs (it's still a huge ass door), hexagon for medium like U/Maiar and it rotates open, lastly the round door is for Melkor and the Balrogs to use and it will lift open. So everything within the square shape is a door.

Oh and that's Not a spiderweb motif- I just ran out of time to add the details and had to make do with what I had🤷‍♂️

Speaking of round doors I hc that Melkor created the hobbits hence their love for round doors, living underground and experimenting with foods💖

Melkor "planted" them then kinda forgot about them when the whole war and going to Vala jail happened😅

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Melkor : So I hear the first portion of your name means sword or cutlass?

Langon : Yes, my lord. Why do you ask?

Melkor : Well, because swords and cutlasses cannot compare to "he who arises in might."

Langon : We're not actually talking about the meaning of our names, are we?

[thelien-art]

A Valentine request for a friend with my first age design for the lords. and a bit for me too I guess

VALENTINE REQUEST OPEN