#sauron/finrod

[dalliansss]

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. - BITM? ❤️

darker vibes

This is how Mairon finds Finrod Felagund: sitting in his quarters, holding a hand mirror and observing with grisly fascination how his burned face repaired itself: the flesh crawling, the sinews of muscle and tissue having its own life, stitching itself back together, preventing a blue-iris eyeball from falling out of the socket completely. The burned part of the head and scalp displays the same activity: burnt skin renewing itself, crawling in a hurry to cover the exposed part of the skull, covering it with a fresh blanket of flesh. Strands of platinum hair, previously golden blond, growing out of renewed follicles, creeping like the vines of Yavanna.

Mairon stands before the Elda-turned-vampire -- the culmination of his and Thûringwethil's years of study and research. Mairon thought dimly that it was a shame Thûri did not live long enough to see this masterpiece of a vampire -- but his mind swallows that thought; better that Thûri was dead, buried under the ruins of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, than entertaining thoughts of her own regarding Finrod Felagund.

There shall only be one overlord over Finrod Felagund here in Angband -- and it is Mairon. Not Melkor, not Thûri, not Gothmog.

"What happened to you?" Mairon demanded, grasping Felagund by the jaw with his gauntleted hand.

"That Gothmog," says Finrod, lifting fell blue eyes to meet his Maker's gaze. "Tried to pick a fight."

"Why?"

"I know not. I was minding my own business, looking for lunch amongst the stone quarries. He saw me, and then asked me what I was doing there. I said I was looking for lunch. He told me to look elsewhere, and I told him he does not command me."

"And?"

"His whip."

Mairon lets out a curse in Valarin. Lately, Kosmoko, formerly a Great Hunter of Oromë, has been grating his nerves more and more. It was only because Kosmoko be the strongest valaraukar under Mbelekhoruz's direct jurisdiction that Mairon has not allowed his precious, his maksima, to feed on him.

"Heal me," says Finrod. His face, still repairing itself, presents a ghastly sight. His eyeball, at least, has resettled back in its socket. "Lick mine wounds, so it heals faster."

Mairon turned his fire-iris eyes to the vampire. His temper flares. "Who are you, that suddenly you turn this tone to me? Have you forgot who commands you here, precious?"

What Finrod does next takes Mairon by surprise. The vampire's right hand -- decorated with oxidized gold rings and bracelets, darts forward and grasps him by his unarmored crotch. Grips him there.

"Lick mine wounds," Finrod repeats. "And so heal me faster. Mairon."

Mairon shuddered. He exhales, and the temperature in the vampire's quarters increases with speed. If an orc was to wander in there now, they would be burnt where they stood. Úmaia blood, thick in Mairon's veins, runs hot, hot, hotter. He hisses, grasps Finrod Felagund by the cheeks, tips his head back -- and Mairon thinks to twist that lovely neck, pull the head off completely, see how he likes the feeling of decapitation, and see how long it takes for him to heal from it. But that hand by his crotch, by his groin, forestalls his thoughts, and he shakes.

A long, serpentine tongue, blood-red, darts from Mairon's mouth, and he licks at the boiling flesh of the vampire, his greatest creation yet. Where his saliva trails the flesh triples its efforts, healing near instantaneously. So Mairon keeps at it, licking, licking, licking--

"Worship me," Finrod murmurs, and the hand by the úmaia's crotch tightens its grip. Vampiric talons snare into the fine chain mail, promising delicious friction. "Until I tell you to stop."

Mairon feels whatever heart he possesses leap; straining against his fana. He snarls, a wolf barely holding back its temper, and he licks across the damaged area holding the previously-dangling eyeball, and where his red tongue trails, the flesh is made new, as if it had not suffered any harm at all.

With inhuman strength Finrod gives him a shove, and Mairon crashes onto his back on the floor, armor and chainmail, all. The vampire quickly straddles him, and Mairon's pupils dilate, near consuming his irises, as he eagerly grasps Finrod by the hips.

"Worship me," Finrod whispers, and in his fell blue eyes, there is glee, and something else more sinister.

Mairon's blood boils.

@skaelds

[sakasakiii]

an attempt at drawing almost every named character in the silmarillion (minus a bunch of Men characters bc i didnt have designs for them, as well as assorted minor elves like salgant or elenmire + the valar and most maiar cuz im still redesigning them) 😙

been really busy these past months but i worked on this on and off in-between (you can see a process gif here!!). since ive got a bit of free time for now, ill try to get back to being more active :D sorry for disappearing out of the blue again but happy almost half a year... wait wdym we're almost halfway through 2025 already...?!?! ToT

edit: just in case there is trouble viewing the picture in high resolution (idk if tumblr is compressing the quality or anything haha), here is a link to it uploaded on pixiv where (i hope!!!) there should be no problem 🤞

[cuthalion]

alright where are you all sitting

[chechula]

Finrod vs. Sauron! Collab with @s-u-w-i that took six months to finish :D Once again I wanted to do some weird composition for this scene. So I googled pictures taken from inside of animal mouths(bleh), to make gruesome Sauron ....and then Suwi made the final sketch since she can draw the cutest characters (and Finrod needs to be cute ♥)

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finrod and Maedhros in the halls or post embodiment talking about Sauron.

Not about the torture or the agony they went through, more like gossiping on how much of a peacock he was, strutting around and bragging about how beautiful he is.

If you came across them in the street you’d think they’re talking about one of those overdressed Tirion nobles, but then you hear “I preferred his torture to his speeches because dear Eru those were a whole new level of pain-“

“Heard all of two before being mauled. Definitely preferred the werewolf.”

Celebrimbor sometimes joins these sessions but he’s got the additional years of having known Annatar and it’s therapeutic to talk about how self absorbed he was to people who really understand. Safe to say Maedhros and Finrod sombrely commiserate the kid on dealing with that for centuries.

“How did you two become friends??”

“I think his vanity numbed my brain.”

“That’s fair.”

[ayaosguqin]

King of Nargothrond , Five Act Tragedy

“I go now to my long rest in the timeless halls beyond the seas and the Mountains of Aman. It will be long ere I am seen among the Noldor again; and it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death or life, for the fates of our kindreds are apart. Farewell!' He died then in the dark, in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, whose great tower he himself had built.

Link to my Ko Fi

[bluebeardcrypt]

Finrod and Sauron battle

commissions are open!

[quinn10121012]

“This befell the contest of Sauron and Felagund is renowned. For Felagund strove with Sauron in songs of power, and the power of the King was very great; but Sauron had the mastery, as is told in the Ley of Leithian” - the Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien

[valar-did-me-wrong]

I'm going to make y'all cry with me today 𖹭

Part: 15/?

[asinoeiv]

I mean. I mean if you are ASKING for more suggestions. I'm. You know. I'm gonna ask for either Sauron and Finrod (because your tol-in-gaurhoth Sauron design is Delicious) or Annatar and Celebrimbor. Because I am obsessed

♪ The captives sad in Angband mourn Thunder rumbles, the fires burn- And Finrod fell before the throne ♪

I choose Finrod and Sauron because I'm currently listening to Clamavi de profundis - The battle of Sauron and Finrod Felagund on repeat.

[neldeathstar]

Beren and Finrod captured by Sauron

[dalliansss]

Context: Modern Valinor AU

@skaelds 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[sakasakiii]

im a bit rusty when it comes to rendering comics but since i missed out on the yearly comic offering in 2024, here is an old draft from 2021 that has been sitting as a wip in my folder for 4 years ajsddhj

bonus: what master smiths do in their free time

[chechula]

It was @s-u-w-i's birthday last day, and she wanted "Middle-earth-themed metal t-shirt". I tried to paint the Blind Guardian cover on a t-shirt...but I have no skills for that :D So here goes a very stylized version of Finrod vs. Werewolf (pose based on me wrestling with my dog over disgusting things found in the forest) ♥

[inthehouseoffinwe]

It always gets me that literally *everything* hinged on the Fellowship getting this *right.* All the battles with Morgoth, Sauron, the events of the last Three Ages and beyond.

This was the final chance.

Either they succeed. Or all those battles and all that pain was for nothing, and Middle Earth falls to darkness.

And if ME does. It’s not far fetched to assume Valinor would be next.

-

But like it was always about the value of the little people. A value which historically, most people, the Princes of the First Age most of all, didn’t really… realise.

They dragged everyone into their wars and feuds and at the end of everything, everyone suffered for it.

They were out for themselves, because *they* wanted to be kings and queens, *they* wanted revenge, *they* wanted to go back to the wilds of Endorë and doomed everyone alongside them, cajoling and convincing them until they were riled up and probably not thinking straight.

They had to be right. If the rest of their people suffered for their bad decisions… too bad. There was so much pride and arrogance across the Sindar and Noldor both that their power, the thing that made them so great became their downfall.

The people of the Third Age, men and elves and dwarves, might have been ‘diminished’ but that meant they took time to appreciate their people. It means Aragorn at the Black gate sees there are young men from Rohan who are *terrified*, and entirely genuinely without judgement, allows them to leave. It means he goes around place to place, city to city, getting to know everyone as people. Seeing their value, seeing their worth as equal to his own. And he treats them accordingly as just as important rather than making everything about him.

It’s what allows him to deceive Sauron into thinking he’s acting as his ancestors did, proud and self assured whilst the whole quest and everything he does is about helping Frodo. About making sure he succeeds.

As he tells Frodo. “Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.” And that’s where these great heroes of the past fell short. For them, especially the elves of the First Age, everything was about valour and glory and victory. Literally Fëanor: ‘our deeds will be a matter of song until the last days of Arda.’

We needed the king who knew what it was to be a ranger, scorned despite being the only thing keeping them alive. The king who was a healer rather than a warlord. The man who only wanted his people safe, would pass all great deeds and live hated and homeless if only they could live without darkness.

The hobbits who were so pure of heart, who found joy in the little things. Even Legolas who would’ve grown up seeing Mirkwood steadily fall further and further into darkness, Spiders and orcs steadily encroaching, forcing the elves further into their last stronghold. The Dwarves who’d lost homes and knew their fortresses could only hold so long if Sauron enslaved everyone else.

All of these guys who held family and love for their people above all else. Who wanted a world free of war, who didn’t care for great deeds or ballads speaking of them. Who respected those of lesser official standing and saw them as people with opinions as valid as their own.

They just wanted their homes. They wanted their family and friends alive.

They longed for peace. Not glory or land.

And that’s where those of the First and Second Age failed.

[ceeyoutea]

(requested by anon)