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? //For Thauron and Morgoth if you want to, but mainly Thauron

Had the Doom of the Noldor not been on you, I have no doubt you would have toppled us given sufficient time. No fortress can withstand siege forever, even one as vast as ours. Whether or not you would have found a way to banish a power of the world without the Aratar’s intervention is uncertain… but the war would have taken a much different turn, were Fate on your side.

I myself wonder what the field would look like today had I known I would lose a Silmaril regardless of Fëanor’s actions… Could I have negotiated a truce with you after all? Would the terms of your Oath have differed?
What a lot of trouble I could have spared myself, if we two had learned somehow to live in mutual disregard… Would either of us have settled for a Beleriand divided? Even for the sake of survival?

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So often I want to ask for your help… To find comfort in the embrace of your wings again, to have your serenity at my back to balance me, your voice to tell me what I need to hear to make the hurt subside.

? Miriel?

I think… perhaps… this purple thread…was not meant to be used as floss.

~Melkor, shortly before being beaten to death with a loom

? For either muse?

When I heard of your death, I could not bring myself to search for your remains. The ruin of the land was too great, and my heart was broken. It is said the Eldar are reborn into new bodies after their time in Mandos, and I always hoped… Long into the Second Age I hoped I’d find you again, but you did not return. I should have looked for you harder, if only to bury you.

?, for Sauron

You have no idea what you cost me, little girl…

My throat, the castle, even my wolves— all those were drops in the sea of my humiliation. It was my one great tactical failure of the First Age, and even that might have been forgiven…

I had planned to make a swift return from Taur-nu-Fuin after I healed… but the wound continued to drip, and my mind was clouded with blood-famine and wolf-hunger. How could I beg forgiveness as a ravening animal?
My recovery was slow, and by the time I returned to Angband to make amends, Melkor was not the same. His paranoia and his dependencies had grown thrice over, his spirit and body emaciated beyond recognition…

I threw myself on his mercy and worked to redeem myself, thinking that all ills could be reversed in time… I did not know that time was limited! I did not know that I had wasted the last precious years of my Master’s golden fire, before he was consumed utterly by tarnish and by fear! I did not know that he could be taken from me! THAT is what you stole! Time the Valar gave back to you and your beloved that I will never have! I will never forgive you, I will never stop hounding your bloodline with misery and death— because of you and your hateful Song! I spit on you and your happy end!

? for Tar-Míriel, if you’d like :)

There is very little I would not say you that would not also be difficult for me to say to myself. You know I use the truth as often as I am able– it takes only a little embroidering, if any, to make it work to one’s advantage.

…I would like to tell you that if you had seen the elves of the First Age, you would not be so inclined to put your whole faith in their wisdom. They have never, and will never, have your species’s best interests at heart.
Neither will the Valar, who have no place for you in their paradise nor any knowledge of where your spirits rest after death. The only one to whom you are not a complete mystery is Eru, and Eru has not spoken since the beginning of time.

All the custodians of this fragmentary world will fail the Edain in the end, and if you were sensible, you would run from them all and never cease until you had a kingdom of your own, beholden to no one.

Now that would be a true tribute to the Giver of Freedom! Far more than this useless ceremonial blood…

Salganttheharpist// ?

You are a far kinder, simpler, and sweeter mate than I deserve.
If I were wise, and generous, and were my thoughts not contracted to a pinpoint of unbearable lust at the sight of you, I would wish you well in someone else’s arms.

? both.

…I hate that you are praised and idolized for your creations, but I hate also that my kindred do not count the new arrangement of materials as being wholly of the architect’s design. “How splendid is that tower! But could you have built it without the stone? Let us first praise the mountain who provided the stone, and give it EQUAL if not greater part in the praise of its construction! Indeed! Let us ignore ALL creative genius in favor of praising the One, without whom none of this would be possible!”

Such useless swill makes me seethe! Time and time again they use this reckoning to rob me of my due! No man is an island? Oh indeed! Yet Manwë is Lord of Airs, and what am I? I who had a portion of ALL my kin’s talents? “Lord of Thralls”!

…I will never claim the Silmarils are mine because I had some part in their making. They are mine because I took them.

…If you had lived a longer life in Arda, I doubt any of us would recognize it by the time you were through with it. Such a mind spent on politics and isolate grief was an unforgivable waste. You’d have made a dreadful king, but a god amongst scientists.

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I am done divulging my mind to you, my twin. In the end, what have I not confessed to you? What was left unsaid, when I clutched beseeching at your robes, unable even to crawl? What did I not promise in exchange for you to return even one of my Lights that I could no longer live without?

I begged as I had not begged before, steeped in ruin. I trusted at the last that you would protect me somehow.
That I was beyond saving even by you was not a betrayal of our love, but the fulfillment of the destiny that had been written for us the moment we were thought into being, just as our mutual incomprehension was.

You will try defend the miserable remnants of our father’s world, for that is your nature; you will never understand, and therefore I must destroy all you cherish.

But I do not hate you, my brother, not more than I hate existence itself.

No. As soon as you broke my crown, I understood; I was born for this.

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What I would use you for, even I am ashamed of.

I did not expect to feel shame in my current state. There is so little of me left, and yet it proved not immune to kindness. Do not blame yourself for what is to come— If there were any force left in Arda that were capable of staying me from this course, it would have been that kindness; unexpected, simple, and given in innocence, as is your way in life.

Once this path was aflame with desire; then vengeance, then hatred, and finally, after all feeling had cooled in me, simply habit. Now I think it is the only purpose left to me. I cannot remember now how you became entangled in my schemes to end the story I helped begin… but if there were a way now to complete it without your sacrifice, I would spare you.
But perhaps you will make the death of the world more poignant than just the extinguishing of ancient, wretched Shadow that no one will mourn.

At the very least, I will remember you, till I can remember no more. I am sorry.

? (Probably Sauron but Melkor if yo have an idea.

I thought you weak. You lost what you had built and fled from me like a rat from a burning mill. I held myself uncontested by any child of Eru. But then you returned, and you Sang…

It seemed to me a great unfairness that one of you should have been given a tool of ours to shape reality, albeit a small one. Your Music was a suggestion to the universe, rather than a demand, and yet it frightened me. It intrigued me.

If an elf could learn to manipulate the themes we began unaided, what might you do with proper guidance? What would the world look like, if beings of matter were given the opportunity to influence it to their advantage? Such is the province of the Valar, certainly, but what might the Eruhini do with such a gift? And what mightn’t they do to gain it?

You put in my mind the seed of a great and blasphemous notion, and had my pride not made me intent on your obliteration, I would have thanked you.