narwafinda sent: "I suppose you think that was terribly clever."

Ossë huffed and scowled, exaggerating his offense theatrically. “It wasand you minnow it,” he insisted, using another pun.

theshipwright sent: "Don’t be too eager to deal out death in judgement."

"And why should I not be?" Ossë demanded, spinning swiftly. It had the unintended effect of swirling his hair around his face, and he tossed his head as he hissed. "They were eager enough to deal out death in greed, so returning the gesture in judgement is only fair!"

uinenmessedup sent: "Keep your nose out of trouble and no trouble will come to you."

Ossë scoffs and tosses his head, chittering lightly in appreciation of his own coming joke. “I promise you, I prefer to have no nose at all — it will find no trouble for me, Pearl.”

If You Like It Then You Shouldn’t Put a Ring on It

theshipwright:

His arm jerked as Ossë swiped for it, trying to pull it closer to himself to protect it.  He had seen the damage the maia could dish out with those claws of his and he did not want to be on the receiving end of them.  

However, he stared wide eyed and clearly confused when there was shrieking and recoiling from the effort.  How had that hurt him?  The master of the seas was impervious to so many things and could ignore the woes of the flesh but he seemed … wounded.  Slighted.

"I cannot!" he shouted to be heard over the sounds his friend was making.  "I am the keeper of it until such time as it is no longer at risk or a potential threat just as I am with the palantir.  We keep these things here for our lands are safe and it is in the best interest of all, not simply the best interest of you.  You will not be removing my hand or any part of me!”

Ossë could feel himself losing control, the humiliation and rage and arrogance bubbling over in the way that made his nails grow longer and his teeth sharper. He snapped his jaw audibly before spinning and storming towards the balcony. His swat sent the gauzy curtain off its hooks but he didn’t even pause or blink.

The fresh air was supposed to help, as was the music of the surf. But everything sounded far off and distorted and even a shake of his head or a tug at his ear failed to clarify things. His hissed and whined, glaring at the white-crested waves before he looked down to examine his fingers.

"Take it off," he demanded again, jerking his head in another attempt to shake away the dampening effect. "You can remove it, and you will.” His gaze focused on the stone that sparkled in the light. “You need not wear the palantir to keep it safe. You do not even keep it in your room. That ring is no different. Take it off.

(Source: masteroftheseas)

Anonymous sent: I like the way sharks move. When they swim, they're elegant, sliding through the water, and then they attack, and all that elegance turns into deadly strength. They remind me of you, for some reason.

Ossë tilts his head away from the horizon line to peer at his companion instead. It is always an intriguing thing to meet someone who only knows some facets of his identity. 

"You are very observant," he commends in a purr, lips lifting into a smile. "Is it not interesting how some of the most dangerous creatures can also be the loveliest?"

Talk Shit Get Hit

goldenglaurung:

Part of Glaurung told him he should be afraid, but the rest sang at the challenge. He knew of Ossë’s past dealings with Melkor, of the maia’s fits of uncontrollable rage. He should have been afraid, but instead he felt only contempt. Contempt, and a burning desire for battle.

The famous rage of Ossë rears its ugly head at last. The wyrm’s voice was level, calm, as if he were speaking to a simple-minded orc after a brawl. Your reputation hardly does you justice. But I see now why the Valar trust you - your lack of creativity undermines you utterly, as threat and deviant both. Stupid is hardly the word, cousin. I would call it pathetic.

Some Children spoke of seeing red — Ossë saw nothing. Not that his vision blacked out or he closed his eyes, but that he rid himself utterly of his fana and was thought and spirit and energy but no eyes with which to see.

Pathetic? That idiotic spawn of Melkor was so arrogant as to call him, the terror of seas, the singer of waters, pathetic? Pathetic was a creature that relied on physical form for existence! Pathetic how the bile in its stomach could be manipulated, how its eyes were so soft, how fragile it was!

I need not be creative to deal with such a simplistic beast. You are no better than a wide-eyed trout waiting to be caught on a hook.

(Source: masteroftheseas)

Talk Shit Get Hit

goldenglaurung (cont’d from this ask):

A crass notion from a crass people, Glaurung replied, with another disgusted smoke plume. The more he learned of them, by lesson and experience, the less regard he had for Eru’s starry-eyed cockroaches. see now why they have such a fondness for you.

Perhaps it was some aura of Melkor’s that was contagious. Maybe by being around shadows for too long, the gift of saying things that enrage Ossë is given. It could have been that the heat of Angband was enough to fray the sea lord’s nerves and make him extra sensitive to teasing.

Whatever the cause, the effect was always the same. His expression blanked, focus too narrow to be concerned by the finer details of a fana. “You want elegance, beast? Perhaps you’d like your weak, mortal blood to freeze in your veins? Or is that too stupid an attack — would it be smarter for me to boil you alive in your own flesh? Though that would surely be unrefined to your base tastes! Drowning has such an elegant, simple beauty to it — would that be more to your liking?”

goldenglaurung sent: "That is no trinket you carry."

goldenglaurung:

masteroftheseas:

Ossë huffed and chittered in dry amusement, hefting the massive and rusted anchor as though it was no more than a ball of cotton fluff. “No. Some of us have forms slightly less inelegant in size, and enjoy an extra bauble or two for battle.”

His eyes went over the worm, still young enough to be small, and wondered at his brother’s idea of a pet. Even so early in his development, this creature easily dwarfed his greatest whales. “Though I do not need to use a weapon to win a fight.”

So I have heard, the dragon replied, though there was a hint of impudence in his expression as he sat watching the sea maia wrestle with the anchor. Although I cannot fancy even you would believe that any ilk of suitable weapon. Any damage you might wreak in its wielding would break it as much as the enemy.

The dragon yawned and padded over to inspect Ossë’s prize with an air of one used to going unimpeded. He sniffed at it, and blew a plume of disparaging smoke through his nostrils.

What business have you with this thing, cousin?

Ossë hissed softly like hot iron meeting cool water. The worm radiated dry heat and it was uncomfortable, and nobody had been so flippant with him in ages. Every single thing that annoyed him was being bundled into one scaley package.

"It is more meant for flair. The Children appreciate large, solid objects that swing around and destroy other solid objects," he defended, flicking his wrist to swing the anchor up and over his shoulder nonchalantly.

goldenglaurung sent: "That is no trinket you carry."

Ossë huffed and chittered in dry amusement, hefting the massive and rusted anchor as though it was no more than a ball of cotton fluff. “No. Some of us have forms slightly less inelegant in size, and enjoy an extra bauble or two for battle.”

His eyes went over the worm, still young enough to be small, and wondered at his brother’s idea of a pet. Even so early in his development, this creature easily dwarfed his greatest whales. “Though I do not need to use a weapon to win a fight.”

tolkienrppositivity:

theshipwright is a wonderful staple of the community. The mun has been around for as long as I can remember, and whether they are secretly Colbert or not, they certainly can match his brains! I love all the headcanons and meta they write for Cirdan, and how much work they’ve put into making a sadly minor character be as complex and glorious as he rightly deserves.

tolkienrppositivity:

theshipwright is a wonderful staple of the community. The mun has been around for as long as I can remember, and whether they are secretly Colbert or not, they certainly can match his brains! I love all the headcanons and meta they write for Cirdan, and how much work they’ve put into making a sadly minor character be as complex and glorious as he rightly deserves.