Melkor hated the Sea, for he could not subdue it. It is said that in the making of Arda he endeavoured to draw Ossë to his allegiance, promising to him all the realm and power of Ulmo, if he would serve him. So it was that long ago there arose great tumults in the sea that wrought ruin to the lands. But Uinen, at the prayer of Aulë, restrained Ossë and brought him before Ulmo; and he was pardoned and returned to his allegiance, to which he has remained faithful. For the most part; for the delight in violence has never wholly departed from him, and at times he will rage in his wilfulness without any command from Ulmo his lord. Therefore those who dwell by the sea or go up in ships may love him, but they do not trust him. -The Silmarillion, Valaquenta
Imagine that. Uinen subdued Ossë at Aulë’s behest before they became spouses. I suspect she could curb Ossë’s violent tendencies and bring him to heel because her own greater capacity for violence (which she utilised to great effect subduing him) gave him pause. It’s just that she keeps it under control that much better than him. But he knows if ever she rose in wrath, there is nowhere to hide, because even Ulmo knew to give her due respect. Best not to give her any reason to get riled up in the first place!
For of the Maiar many were drawn to his splendour in the days of his greatness, and remained in that allegiance down into his darkness; and others he corrupted afterwards to his service with lies and treacherous gifts.
– The Silmarillion, Valaquenta
Setting: First Age, about 260, during the long Siege of Angband
Glaurung: RAWR! I am a Dragon! Noldor: WTF is a Dragon?! Glaurung: ME! (breathes fire out) Noldor: Oh shit! (runs for cover)
“Glaurung, the first of the Urulóki, the fire-drakes of the North, issued from Angband’s gates by night. He was yet young and scarce half-grown, for long and slow is the life of the dragons, but the Elves fled before him to Ered Wethrin and Dorthonion in dismay; and he defiled the fields of Ard-galen.”
Glaurung: Glaurung the Golden! (breathes fire) Glaurung the Terrible! (smashes things) Glaurung the … ow, what was that?
Poor Glaurung, no wonder he’s insufferable. Alien abduction does things to the head. No surprise Morgoth plagiarized. After all, leopards got spots, Morgoth got megalomania.😜 (relevance: my chapter notes for the Quenta: Chapter XIII Of the Return of the Noldor)
Yet many of the Quendi were filled with dread at his coming; and this was the doing of Melkor. For by after-knowledge the wise declare that Melkor, ever watchful, was first aware of the awakening of the Quendi, and sent shadows and evil spirits to spy upon them and waylay them. So it came to pass, some years ere the coming of Oromë, that if any of the Elves strayed far abroad, alone or few together, they would often vanish, and never return; and the Quendi said that the Hunter had caught them, and they were afraid. And indeed the most ancient songs of the Elves, of which echoes are remembered still in the West, tell of the shadow-shapes that walked in the hills above Cuiviénen, or would pass suddenly over the stars; and of the dark Rider upon his wild horse that pursued those that wandered to take them and devour them. – The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion Chapter III Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor
a genetic mutation known as erythrism, which suppresses the black pigment eumelanin and produces an excess of the red pigment phaeomelanin, causes these grasshoppers to turn a dangerously conspicuous pink (making rare the photographer who manages to photograph one). the combination of red hair and freckles in humans is thought to be a form of erythrism. photos by roeselien raimond, victoria hillman, marcus juvonen, tim parkinson,
Lovely nature. Within Middle-earth lore, I’d like to think gene mutations were a mischief of Morgoth, conceptually the perfect bookend to this post by lintamande, which says:
I think I prefer to believe that Oromë and Vána, who understand the cyclical nature of healthy ecosystems on account of being the Vala of hunting and the Vala of eternal youth (which I interpret as ‘renewal’), collaborated on the invention of flies and then Morgoth corrupted them into mosquitos, which are totally evil and ecologically unnecessary.
Mosquitos are to flies as orcs are to Elves, basically.
Melkor had always shown a pre-disposition to improv and add his own signature to things. Genetic mutation would be the perfect signature from him, though how fuschia grasshoppers might serve his grand plan is anyone’s guess.
Did a sketch of Morgoth from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion. Really enjoying the book and it was fun to take another shot at this character; someone I’ve been trying to depict for years. The idea here is that the Silmarils continue to burn him even while set in the iron crown he forged to hold them, eradicating the flesh of his head as he continues to wear them in spite of his agony. I plan on doing a more refined version at some point in the summer perhaps as this is quite sloppy
awesome idea of silmarils ощо
Dark now fell the shadow on Beleriand, as is told hereafter; but in Angband Morgoth forged for himself a great crown of iron, and he called himself King of the World. In token of this he set the Silmarils in his crown. His hands were burned black by the touch of those hallowed jewels, and black they remained ever after; nor was he ever free from the pain of the burning, and the anger of the pain. That crown he never took from his head, though its weight became a deadly weariness. Never but once only did he depart for a while secretly from his domain in the North; seldom indeed did he leave the deep places of his fortress, but governed his armies from his northern throne. And once only also did he himself wield weapon, while his realm lasted.
For now, more than in the days of Utumno ere his pride was humbled, his hatred devoured him, and in the domination of his servants and the inspiring of them with lust of evil he spent his spirit. Nonetheless his majesty as one of the Valar long remained, though turned to terror, and before his face all save the mightiest sank into a dark pit of fear. – The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion Chapter IX Of the Flight of the Noldor
Astronomers at the Leiden Observatory, The Netherlands, and the University of Rochester, USA, have discovered that the ring system that they see eclipse the very young Sun-like star J1407 is of enormous proportions, much larger and heavier than the ring system of Saturn. The ring system – the first of its kind to be found outside our solar system – was discovered in 2012 by a team led by Rochester’s Eric Mamajek.
A new analysis of the data, led by Leiden’s Matthew Kenworthy, shows that the ring system consists of over 30 rings, each of them tens of millions of kilometers in diameter. Furthermore, they found gaps in the rings, which indicate that satellites (“exomoons”) may have formed. The result has been accepted for publication in the Astrophysical Journal.
The Lord of The Rings has a registration number: J1407b.
In the celestial vaults over our heads, there is a new, young upsized Jupiter with rings to put Saturn to shame.
Imagine looking up and seeing something like this in the sky. Even Jupiter has no hopes of coming close.
Just look at this:
”A new analysis of the data shows that the ring system consists of over 30 rings, each of them tens of millions of kilometers in diameter. Furthermore, they found gaps in the rings, which indicate that satellites (“exomoons”) may have formed.
Reader deep thought: The wrap-up! The end of the First Age saw the beginning of the Elven exodus, the Second marked the Downfall of Númenór. And here unveiled are the aftermath the Downfall, interwoven with the tale of how and why Sauron kept it up in Middle-earth after Morgoth’s done for, geology shakeup, and cliff-notes for the Third Age galore. Yes, including the entirety for Gollum’s being, Precious. Though, what is it with crafty Noldor and objects of great allure that must involve W.A.R. at some point? Continue reading →
Damyanti Biswas is an author, blogger, animal-lover, spiritualist. Her work is represented by Ed Wilson from the Johnson & Alcock agency. When not pottering about with her plants or her aquariums, you can find her nose deep in a book, or baking up a storm.