Melkor spoiled Glaurung and lavished him with the most affection, but as a hatchling I found him unbearable. Ancalagon was a greedy little thing; all maw and hunger and very little else. Not much of a conversationalist, but then, not all of Melkor’s dragons were inclined towards speech.
I suppose…. Smaug was the most agreeable, and easiest to handle out of the egg. He liked me well enough when I gave him scraps from the forge.
….Not that he’s been much help since, mind you.
No.
I find the connection between Melkor and his children to be very beautiful, one of the foremost reasons I believe in his cause and the necessity of protecting that which differs from the Theme.
Tell me, if you saw your lover giving affection to their children, would you love them less? Are you jealous of the child?
Naturally, his maiar: the balrogs, the herald of ice; and his children, the dragons.
Oh, there would be many!
As you recall, I am an interloper in my Master’s court.
Many of his children had no love for me when I chose to enter his service, and sought to chase me off, or else bend his ear against me. Who was I? Another turn-coat drawn to Melkor’s glory, a cog from the Valar’s grand machine who would lose its taste for hardship. No one believed I would stay for long; redemption was too near, the comfort of easy service to the one who made me still alive in my heart.
Gothmog in particular held me to be no more than a petty rival, soon to be chased back whence I came. “Aulë’s tinkerer” he called me, long ago.
…I bear him no grudge today. We have long since learned to accept and even enjoy each other’s company– I understand how Gothmog must have felt.
Indeed, I held the selfsame position when my Father brought another Maia to him from the Halls. I was his Right Hand, and here was one who was to be his Left; a latecomer, a spoiled youngster, a threat to my place as apple of my Father’s eye. And he, Curunír, wasted no time in filling my seat when I defected. I can feel nothing but contempt for such an opportunistic worm…
But I do not waste much time thinking of betrayal, except as a theoretical precaution. Unlike the elves, my Master’s people have long been a united front.
I have always had Melkor’s favor. I am not anxious, nor jealous of the affections he reserves for others, for I hold a position that cannot be usurped.
…I suppose… in a purely hypothetical scenario, Langon the Herald would be my greatest threat, were he to conspire against me. He has not only Melkor’s ear, but a position of utmost trust. He could weave a web of suspicion around me that might be enough to threaten my tenure, for our lord has had… increasing fits of paranoia in the recent ages. It might be possible to convince him that I…
But no. No.
The herald and I share an understanding, and my Master knows I am pledged to him until all is Unmade. I am his until Time unravels, and after. He knows this. He must know.
As I know this question was meant to insult me, and you must have little interest in hearing a detailed explanation of why I failed to keep the fortress at Tol-en-Gaurhoth, I will say only this:
I remember very clearly what I felt. I remember what my rage and horror turned me into when I fled the field.
With such contemptuous language, I suspect you think I will give way again to shame, and ignore your spiteful tongue. You are wrong.
I will answer your question by showing you, first hand, what it feels like to try and breathe without a throat.
He’d rock it.
I think he might get a tattooed beard tho, because Aulendur.
WHERE
Tell her to find me the passage where,
-Parsley sage rosemary and thyme;
Tolkien says fuck all about Sauron’s skin color,
-Parsley sage rosemary and thyme!
And when she returns, I still won’t give a damn,
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
wouldn’t you?
HE FEELS THEY’RE A DAMN NUISANCE, that’s what!
They’re always getting into trouble, think they’re invincible even though they have obvious weak points, full of sass, think they’re better than everyone else, sleep all the time, constantly stealing precious metals and gems and claiming they have “no idea what happened to them I haven’t seen any missing rings”, and whenever one of them fucks something up, it’s Sauron who gets to pick up the pieces. Also, they’re messy and they don’t take orders.
DRAGONS
Obligatory Caveat: These are headcanons pertaining mostly to Wesleyverse.
Sauron’s relationship with the werewolves is a working relationship. I think when he’s first sent to besiege Tol Sirion with a bunch of wolfy reserve troops, he’s actually SUPER resentful.
I mean, he’s been working in Angband, at the right hand of a Vala, with his own forge and command of central operations, and suddenly it’s like “GOOD NEWS, YOU’RE BEING PROMOTED TO LORD OF THIS BACKWATER ELF CASTLE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SWAMP! 😀 Here are your new subjects, the wolf-people. Please wear your flea collar at all times.”
That can’t have felt like a step up in the world.
I imagine that there were werewolves native to that area anyway, wild ones that had been living there for a long time, never making themselves a target for extermination by Elves. They are a useful resource for Melkor to utilize for the takeover of Tol Sirion because if he can leverage their help, he can afford to move fewer troops out of the North. They’re also much faster, scarier, and more maneuverable than Orcs. BUT they require special handling– hence the necessity to put a reliable Maia on the job.
Needless to say, the job, and the werewolves, grow on Sauron/Thû over time, to the point where he’s comfortable taking a wolf shape and running around as part of the pack.
I also think he gets used to having To-en-Gaurhoth as his personal bachelor pad; just him and the puppies and Thuringwethil and some Orcs, throwing house parties and letting it all hang out. It’s a friendly working relationship. Thû and his wolves are pretty tight, and he identifies with woflish things from then on.
Melkor’s relationship with his dragons is a little different in that they are his actual children. He is both father and mother of dragons, made with his unique and slightly unsettling demiurgical reproductive abilities. No, he doesn’t have Eru’s Secret Fire, but he does have his –own– fire, a LOT of it, and especially in the early days when he felt infinite and invincible, he parceled that out like cheap candy at Halloween to his various monster babies.
He adores them and spoils them and treats them like special snowflakes that can do no wrong. I mean, they’re basically shiny, scaly clones of himself, and Melkor LOVES himself. And dragons love THEMSELVES. And they love Melkor. And they all loooove each other– and that’s cuz none of them got enough love in their childhoods. And that’s showbiz. Kid.
THANK YOU FROND I LIKE TO THINK I STUDIED THE ORIGINAL VERY CLOSELY
Oh my sweet, I’m always interested in new dragons!
OH MAN THO *O* I love brie so much I am a brie addict THIS PLEASES THE JURY
WOW MAN X’D
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