If I had not met Melkor… If he had taken no notice of me, and we had never spoken….
I suppose I would have continued on as I was in the beginning: Admirable-One of Aulë, first of smiths. I would be with him still, perhaps in Valinor, questioning not my duties, working in the Great Forge to complete my father’s designs.
Perhaps I’d invent things of my own. Perhaps not. Certainly, I would have to do so on my own time, never taking precedence over the work of the group.
Would I have seen Melkor in chains paraded through the city of bells, and thought it right and just? Would I have met Fëanor? Mahtan, Nerdanel, the great smiths of the Calaquendi? Would I have seen the Two Trees, bathed in their light, mourned for their destruction?
I’d be no different from a thousand other Maiar, whose stories are not told, whose love has moved no mountains nor made ripples through history.
Perhaps I’d have been happier, though poorer for it.


