“What, me? Desperate to gain my cousin’s attention with charm and advances? That sounds very familiar! Somehow I believe I may know someone who better fits this description….”
…and who said anything about losing your charm by eating too much popcorn? By all means, it may be an improvement…
“What, me? Desperate to gain my cousin’s attention with charm and advances? That sounds very familiar! Somehow I believe I may know someone who better fits this description….”
@peopleofhimring“Oh little one… do you not know where you are? Do you know not to whom you speak?”
“I am bound by enchantment to show you what you desire, but what then? How long do you think I will suffer you to bear that knowledge? Are you Luthien? Will you dance your way out of Angband on swift silver feet? There are no little birds to save you, child.
Perhaps I will tell you the truth, only to empty your brains and fill you with false knowledge of my own design, and send you scurrying home. Perhaps I’ll do no such thing, but you will believe I have, and so tell no one.
Will you know the difference?
There are orcs two thousand strong strung like pearls throughout the mountains of Ladros, waiting in stealth to take the Pass of Anglond.
Ah. Happy for me, Noldo, my greatest weakness is not something I can present to your eyes. But as I must answer, I will say it is no different from anyone else’s. What we aim to protect is often our greatest liability, and the core of our determination.
My greatest strength… have you not already seen it? Have you not felt the weight of my will pressing on the field, the machines of my design running rough-shod over your soldiers, seen me rise again and again in new guises to pursue my aims? Have you not known me to use whatever means at my disposal, be it iron, wit, word, or Song, to get what I want?
And what I dream of creating– that is more difficult, for my dreams have changed from era to era. Once, as you know, my only wish was to serve and create all that my father bid me. Then it was to advance the designs of my Master and see his visions implemented in spirit if not in nicety. Now, the world has changed beyond recognition and so must my dreams adapt with the times.
It is unclear even to me exactly what I wish for in this extinguished age… In truth, I would still be fighting to end the reign of the Valar over this middle earth, but as they have retreated once more beyond their walls and seek not to intervene in mortal affairs, they have effectively done this job for me. Now unfortunately it is left to me to find a way to them, if I wish to further hinder them… If i wish at last to find a way to free my Master. To that end, I seek mastery over those who had subdued me, and influence over the realms that might aid me. But that is not what would bring me happiness.
What I fear… I fear the slow creep of time on this earth without the center of my heart to focus me. I fear what might happen if I confront the Valar myself– I fear what might happen if I do not. I fear what lies beyond the stars as men fear death. I am cold, thinking what torture my beloved endures in the empty reaches of heaven. What they did to him I did not think was possible. I fear meeting him again to find him changed…
…These are things you could have guessed yourself, Lefthander. Or did you only wish to hear me say them aloud?
He gently cupped her face with his hands and looked deep into her eyes. “You must tell no one — absolutely no one — about my Change into the wolf. Do you know why?”
“Because they will know you are a Fay, and they will think you are a monster.”
I have never fallen so hard or so fast for a Tolkien OC in my life. If you read the above story, hopefully you’ll understand why Mélamírë grabbed my heart within a paragraph. She is, in this expertly crafted ficish universe, Sauron’s daughter. If at this point you find yourself thinking “pssh mary sue”, or anything along those lines, you are so, so wrong, and you’re in for a wonderful surprise.
This is my very, very, VERY (very*) late contribution to Pandë’s wonderful series, the first of several illustrations to come, which I have been at a loss how to tackle for many moons. But now I am determined to get some lines on paper in a suitably disciplined fashion, and finally pay these -other- wonderful lines on paper proper tribute! …Hopefully! ….I’m not actually sure what I can do will do them justice! …TIME WILL TELL.
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