theoppositeofprofound:

Was reading up on Maiar recently, brushing up on my lore, and there was a mention of the fact that a lot of them just don’t bother to take physical form. Even the elves in Valinor aren’t sure how many of them there are. They’re just like, weird invisible ghost friends, creeping around Middle-Earth, observing things and giving people weird dreams. Having a good time in general. 

This leads to the obvious question- did Morgoth have any followers who just couldn’t be bothered with physicality? His whole evil power shtick doesn’t seem like it would attract that sort of personality, his ethos is built on interfering with things, but there had to be at least a few who hung around him just to watch the fireworks. (Sauron: Come on, guys, you’re being a real drag. At least make the effort to do a wraith form.)

Does this mean that the War of Wrath had a post-mop up ghostbusting component? Some poor Edain watching Eönwë

shout at the empty halls of a liberated Angband about “going home and facing consequences” and “I mean it this time, don’t make me come get you.”

One corner of Lórien is mildly haunted for a few millennia by some Ainur who are under house arrest for Enabling This Nonsense. 

Someone needs to make a Maia for Yavanna that is the embodiment of photosynthesis. Because that would be neato frito.

essenceofarda:

#they should have aesthetic of like……an old-timey steam-engine coal-shoveler…a factory man (tags by @vardasvapors​)

I know Nothing about photosynthesis other than it was a subject in high school biology I never quite grasped and it’s word I can never quite pronounce correctly Nor do I know anything about old-timey steam engine coal shovelers 

BUT. I was Inspired:

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askcaranthir:

During the Music, they had been ignited by the Imperishable Flame. They were divine embers, twirling in the newly formed Air until their sparks met and were fanned into a roaring desire. Whenever Mairon could slip away from the forge, he would meet her under the branches of Laurelin. Their coupling was masked by the eclipsing glow of the Tree. It was all they had; brief interludes between the ever-growing responsibilities of the Maiar. 

It was on this affair that Mairon, now Sauron would always allow his mind to drift for peace after Melkor’s designs had sundered all Arda had held dear. He would never forget what the Vala had done to his kindred Flame. While his mind was drifting, it was also plotting. Plotting to repay Morgoth for his forced ravishing tenfold. He wouldn’t be called “Master” for much longer.

//Thought about it for a moment…hope you like the AU drabble. XD