#nazgûl

[sauron-kraut]

As you know I ship Mairon with almost anything that (in this case: still) breathes.

This exists because @cilil and I talk. ;)

Calling the Witch-King witch is another wink to @lvsifer 's glorious fic Night Moth.

The description of Khamûl as pretty is entirely the fault of this incredible piece of art which won't leave my mind.

Summary: Nine Kings of Men worship their lord.

Warnings: sexual content (not very explicit), it's an orgy?!

Not beta'd!

Tagging @a-world-of-whimsy-5 as promised.

Reverence

Nine mouths to kiss.

They kneel before him one by one, lips find his ring. Mairon kisses each of them. They taste of fear and want and warmth.

The one he's kissed and held before; the witch. The pretty Easterling.

Nine rings to bind. He feels them all.

He is an eternal sun and they are meagre crows. They feast on poisoned seeds, scattered across fields scorched by his blaze.

Reverence thickens the air.

He lays himself bare before them. Why would he not. They descend upon Mairon like vultures. May they find aliment in him.

Their mouths are everywhere, their hands are too. Mairon’s fingers all adorned in gold clutch raven robes, hard, he wraps his arm around another, warm tongues and lips on his and teeth. His legs fall open. Mairon moans.

They're on his skin, inside him and around him.

The pretty one, the boy from Rhûn, has draped himself all over him. Mairon holds him close and smells his hair, his mortal flesh ephemeral. He will not need it, soon.

When it is over, Mairon’s smile is generous. He walks away bearing their marks of lust, of worship. Shame he bears not. He walks with pride.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[illustratus]

[nocnitsa]

[reizen-art]

Lord of the Rings and the Nine

...and my old art with Nazgul.

[ylieke]

The Nazgul: Khamul and the Witch-king of Angmar. Still alive but worn down by powers they should not have had and very close to becoming wraiths.

[mrkida-art]

(AU) The Witch-King Tar-Míriel 

"No man can kill me." _________________________________________________________

@merilles made me feral about the idea of Tar-Míriel being the Witch-King of Angmar so I had to draw it

[endlessmisanthropy]

[uvanym]

pushing my 'the witch-king wore white and covered his face while ruling angmar' agenda again

[s-u-w-i]

'Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!' Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. 'But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.' - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Return of the King Hehehe 🐎 commissions/store/ko-fi/instagram  

[quixoticanarchy]

Because my latest accidental interest is chemical weapons, and because all my interests end up infected with a Tolkien angle, I present to you this: the Nazgûl attacks as interpreted as a form of chemical warfare.

This lines up well both with the Nazgûl ability to inflict fear on a mass scale and with the impacts of the Black Breath. People don't necessarily know what they're facing or what's happening to them, but both the experience and even the threat of it are terrifying. It also allows the obvious evocation of WWI gas warfare, though not, say, accompanied by the physical effects of chlorine or mustard. The Black Breath has both psychological and physiological effects which require medical treatment, and this description I think could be applied essentially unchanged to instances of chemical warfare:

At length even the stout-hearted would fling themselves to the ground as the hidden menace passed over them, or they would stand, letting their weapons fall from nerveless hands while into their minds a blackness came, and they thought no more of war, but only of hiding and of crawling, and of death.

I also think it would be fun if athelas (which treats the Black Breath) was a member of the nightshade family (which includes sources of natural atropine, which can treat the effects of exposure to certain chemical agents). This would put the Black Breath in the second generation of chemical agents, maybe a type of organophosphate nerve gas

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫

[illustratus]

The Road to Rivendell by Joe Gilronan

As the sun sets low over the misty mountains, the companions make camp. Frodo wounded, sits crouched by the fire; Merry, Pippin and Strider watch on with concern, while Sam busies himself attending Bill the pony. Unnoticed on the distant bridge, a black rider observes the scene with malice, eager to report back to his fellow pursuers.

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

This made me laugh waaaaay too hard.

I wasn't fooled by the clever disguise.

[ylieke]

Khamûl, the Lord of Rhûn❤️

[new-life-in-defiance-of-death]

The Nazgûl do not like the rain..

(The Lord of the Rings - Behind the Scenes)