I’ve heard that amongst humans there is a superstition that if you spill rice or lentils or such like before a devil, he will be irresistibly compelled to count them all, unable to stop until he’s finished.
I am aware that I’ve gained a reputation for cruelty during my time in Middle Earth, but I assure you we have tales of our own about him. Were he not on the winning side of history, or were my Master’s folk deemed worthy of even an ounce of pity by the Eldar, I would not be the only Maia to have earned the moniker “Gorthaur”.
“It had a visor (after the manner of those that the Dwarves used in their forges for the shielding of their eyes), and the face of one that wore it struck fear into the hearts of all beholders, but was itself guarded from dart and fire. Upon its crest was set in defiance a gilded image of Glaurung the dragon…”
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