Notice: By popular demand (who would've thought?), this story will be continued to include more Maiar. The formula remains the same – one "standard" ficlet per Maia plus possible extras. I cannot guarantee any schedule, however.
Popular demand was mostly interested in Mairon and Olórin, but since the last chapter is about sea Maiar, let's finish with this first. You can find Salmar in the Index in The Silmarillion, but beyond the conches I improvised.
Thank you for your interest in the story :)
the spirit of the deep
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The deep-dwelling Maia trudges the Sea's bottom, currents arising his in wake.
He is Salmar.
Salmar, who at Arda's dawn wrought the Ulumúri for Ulmo his his master, the conches great and white; deep is their music and mysterious as the sea, and none who hear it remain unchanged.
Salmar, who is known of old as he of the song, and indeed his is the song reverberating in submerged caves and carried onward by the cries of gulls, in tune with the Music from before Time; the song which stirs the sea-longing in the hearts of the Firstborn, the longing both painful and sweet.
Salmar, of whom little it is known to the Children, for depths unfathomable are his home and domain; seldom does he leave his underwater dwellings to scatter seashells along the shores.
Salmar, the artisan of the Sea, whose hands craft corals.
the Sea
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Many and more are there inhabitants of the Sea, many and more dwellers of the watery realm, servants and vassals to Ulmo; strange and mysterious are their ways to the Children, who on waves alone travel, unable to penetrate the vast depths still resounding with the Music that made Arda.
Mermaids, handmaidens of Uinen with foam-white skin and pearls in their hair, who live in coral palaces and laugh in shrill voices; mermen, shell-adorned, with sharp teeth and strong, able hands; fishes large and small, creatures fair and monstrous, sea-stars and leviathans, spirits wild as storms and gentle as breeze, wandering the vast sea-bottom and gliding on sea-currents.
Shore-dwellers and mariners may steal a glimpse at the Sea-world, at times; enticing it is, and compelling, and its sight and sound etch into the heart irreversibly.
(The Sea-folk are oft said to take the bodies of the drowned, and lay them to rest in watery graves.)
The allure of the Sea the pure of heart cannot resist, and the evil of heart cannot withstand; its own is the Sea-world, and by Shadow untouched, if anything is; and its perils are likewise its own.
And to no soul is it without peril.