Wary of deception, Sigeric had dropped neither the spear nor the crystal, allowing the Dwarf Giant to land at his feet. As the enemy Giants slowly moved past him, the Guardian poised to strike. The Armoured Giant had destroyed the Royal Palace and slain his King. He could not escape reprisal with such ease. If they could slay these four shifters, a potential long-term threat would be eliminated. And yet... the tactical side of Sigeric's mind knew that it wasn't so simple. He had used up a substantial portion of his energy, and his crystal was exposed. Worse yet, some of Morgoth's shifters might have additional transformations that they were concealing. Sigeric could not simply abandon his allies in search of vengeance. Morgoth was their ultimate objective. He gave once last baleful glare at the Armoured Giant. Someday, he would face a reckoning for his actions. Maybe Sigeric would as well. Now, however, was not the time. "Let them go." He said, softly and reluctantly.
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Ahead of them, the flames trudged off towards the west, delving into the forest. Daugo saw a line of burnt bush and grass, however, no fires had spread. It was almost as if the burning was isolated to one area. The trail lead off into the deep forests of Ithilien.
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Tulkas leaped up like an arrow soaring towards the crow.
”I could ask you the same thing, boy.”
His fists readied, soaking up energy.
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Eonwë nodded as he laid Elladan’s body down behind the hill. Ha’zi saw the Maia for the first time in over a month. The last time had been in Bree where he had fought off five of those...what did they call themselves...the sons of Manny?
Túrin whispered to Cardiloc, “Tch. Dragon-Man, forsake his words. We can fight that beast together without him.”
Sigeric watched as the Armoured and ten meter Giants left. The two men on the ten meter staring back at him and Cardiloc. The one with the knightly apparel and fiery brown hair bowed his head for a moment before turning his back to him and moving forward around Morgoth’s Fortress.
To the south lay the entrance to the Fortress and was the duel between the Ainur. Tulkas was jumping up in the air chasing something too small to see. The hell was happening?
Celeborn and sixteen elves including Zaro and Glorfindel rushed to the scene of the fight.
At Sigeric’s foot lay Dimitri’s human body, awake, exhausted and silent. Marco and Thoruk approached the Forochelrim and helped him up, both taking an arm over their shoulders.
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Tulkas leaped up like an arrow soaring towards the crow.
”I could ask you the same thing, boy.”
His fists readied, soaking up energy.
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Eonwë nodded as he laid Elladan’s body down behind the hill. Ha’zi saw the Maia for the first time in over a month. The last time had been in Bree where he had fought off five of those...what did they call themselves...the sons of Manny?
Túrin whispered to Cardiloc, “Tch. Dragon-Man, forsake his words. We can fight that beast together without him.”
Sigeric watched as the Armoured and ten meter Giants left. The two men on the ten meter staring back at him and Cardiloc. The one with the knightly apparel and fiery brown hair bowed his head for a moment before turning his back to him and moving forward around Morgoth’s Fortress.
To the south lay the entrance to the Fortress and was the duel between the Ainur. Tulkas was jumping up in the air chasing something too small to see. The hell was happening?
Celeborn and sixteen elves including Zaro and Glorfindel rushed to the scene of the fight.
At Sigeric’s foot lay Dimitri’s human body, awake, exhausted and silent. Marco and Thoruk approached the Forochelrim and helped him up, both taking an arm over their shoulders.
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Ha'zi's face darkened upon the sight and sounds of TULKAS's battle. He, an armless boy, would have to stop that beast for his mission. It sent shivers down his spine, the impossibility of it. He would surely get obliterated by the Vala. No doubt about it. But what else could he do?
Unless... no, he wouldn't do that. Too risky. And Tulkas would still beat him past the form of a pulp. He had to wait. For now, it was time for reunions.
Ha'zi's face instantly brightened upon seeing Eonwë among his friends, and thoughts filled his head. What was he doing here? How did he escape? And why did he look so much like Sauron, and vice versa? No matter, he ran towards the group with a smile, his thoughts about the dark deeds he had to perform momentarily gone. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Unless... no, he wouldn't do that. Too risky. And Tulkas would still beat him past the form of a pulp. He had to wait. For now, it was time for reunions.
Ha'zi's face instantly brightened upon seeing Eonwë among his friends, and thoughts filled his head. What was he doing here? How did he escape? And why did he look so much like Sauron, and vice versa? No matter, he ran towards the group with a smile, his thoughts about the dark deeds he had to perform momentarily gone. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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Mirecyla would start to laugh and point at Iver. "That's the giant bat! No wonder he was so pathetic, he's just a whinnying little runt. I mean look at him, absolutely fucking pathetic. He smells worse than Equas and his dick is the size of mine and I don't even have one!" Looking around for a rock if she found one she would pick it up and throw it at Iver "Hey bitch boy wake up! You submissive shitstain." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
Arandil feared that they would be lead to a trap, but he continued to gallop towards the woods."Well if we die, let's die with style ,lad."
Why were Men so fixated on dying in a memorable way? "I don't care how I die, as long as it's far away from now," he replied. "But this man wanted to die. That makes him especially dangerous, because he can do us all the harm he wants, but we need him alive. He will be reckless and savage if it comes to fighting. So let me talk to him first."
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A fair point. Good. The more this devolved into a fight of cunning, the better his chances at lasting a little longer. "Granted, I am devoted to Melkor as I am to no one else. And yet..." his voice deepened, "and yet, I have proof of his bountifulness. I myself am proof. I had been vanquished, diminished, and my Master gave me new life, renewed my power. What has thy Lord done for thee, since he forsook thee and cast thee into this rotten place, our Arda?"
He noticed Tulka's hands move in a gesture that could be interpreted as 'utter annihilation', and raked his mind to find a proper defense against it. He thought of nothing more elegant than just preparing to drop from the sky when the wave of energy came in his direction.
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A fair point. Good. The more this devolved into a fight of cunning, the better his chances at lasting a little longer. "Granted, I am devoted to Melkor as I am to no one else. And yet..." his voice deepened, "and yet, I have proof of his bountifulness. I myself am proof. I had been vanquished, diminished, and my Master gave me new life, renewed my power. What has thy Lord done for thee, since he forsook thee and cast thee into this rotten place, our Arda?"
He noticed Tulka's hands move in a gesture that could be interpreted as 'utter annihilation', and raked his mind to find a proper defense against it. He thought of nothing more elegant than just preparing to drop from the sky when the wave of energy came in his direction.
Zaro prepared to throw his last dagger at saurons eyes. "What is going on?"
Thorgrund remembered watching the hammer of his lord raised high above the Seven, weeping as he readied to smite them. Then, a loud, indescribable voice, and mercy.
He moved towards the gates with mattock in hand, taking note of the unusually high security levels. If he was anyone else, he'd think this was a warzone. With a grunt, he approached the gate and pushed open the gate, only if there weren't guards, though.
He moved towards the gates with mattock in hand, taking note of the unusually high security levels. If he was anyone else, he'd think this was a warzone. With a grunt, he approached the gate and pushed open the gate, only if there weren't guards, though.
The Soldiers of Manwë eyed him closely but allowed him to go through. One walked up to him just as he was entering and grabbed Thorgrund by the shoulder.
“State your purposes and reasons for entering this district.” He said calmly.
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The rock bounced off the cell bars, not hitting Iver.
“Mirc,” Miriel muttered, “Just let him rest. You can fuck with him later.”
Suddenly, Iver started to vibrate. Yes. He physically began to vibrate, his body shaking as if in spasm.
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The trail veered off left and suddenly ended, the black scorch marks stopping just beneath the trees. There was no sign of the man.
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”SMAAASH!”
Sauron was tossed, turned, flipped over and under as the gales blew him this way and that, punching at him, crumpling his bird form.
Two huge hands cupped around the crow and Tulkas Astaldo began to drop back to the ground.
”Our father granted me the ability to defeat all my foes. That includes kicking your ass, Gorthaur.” He spoke to the bird, beginning to crush his hands around Sauron.
“Zaro, what are you doing?” Karstir asked as the elf tried to throw a dagger five hundred meters into the sky at Tulkas Astaldo. The bird was so small it couldn’t be noticed among all the rubble in the air.
“O’ Eru, is he being witless again?” Harros asked, shaking his head in disapproval.
“You three, quiet down. This is interesting. I want to hear the Vala speak.” Celeborn turned to Zaro, Karstir and Harros.
Glorfindel watched silently as Tulkas fell back to earth, landing with a light thud. He was so agile and absurdly muscular. It almost made the elf jealous but he was too busy admiring the Vala.
Sigeric saw the fight culminating between Sauron and Tulkas, though, he could not see Sauron on the field.
Marco and Thoruk hauled Dimitri up the hill towards Eonwë.
Meanwhile, Túrin continued to urge Cardiloc, “Our time is waning, dragon-man. Be hasteful.”
On the hilltop, Ha’zi saw Eonwë too busy addressing an elf’s wounds. When he got closer he recognized Elladan, the humorous elf from their expedition, he was burnt redder than the cracked Mordor dirt. Eonwë was dressed in dark armor and clothes, his right arm hang lifelessly from his body whilst his left went to work checking Elladan’s pulse and roaming over his injuries.
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“State your purposes and reasons for entering this district.” He said calmly.
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The rock bounced off the cell bars, not hitting Iver.
“Mirc,” Miriel muttered, “Just let him rest. You can fuck with him later.”
Suddenly, Iver started to vibrate. Yes. He physically began to vibrate, his body shaking as if in spasm.
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The trail veered off left and suddenly ended, the black scorch marks stopping just beneath the trees. There was no sign of the man.
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”SMAAASH!”
Sauron was tossed, turned, flipped over and under as the gales blew him this way and that, punching at him, crumpling his bird form.
Two huge hands cupped around the crow and Tulkas Astaldo began to drop back to the ground.
”Our father granted me the ability to defeat all my foes. That includes kicking your ass, Gorthaur.” He spoke to the bird, beginning to crush his hands around Sauron.
“Zaro, what are you doing?” Karstir asked as the elf tried to throw a dagger five hundred meters into the sky at Tulkas Astaldo. The bird was so small it couldn’t be noticed among all the rubble in the air.
“O’ Eru, is he being witless again?” Harros asked, shaking his head in disapproval.
“You three, quiet down. This is interesting. I want to hear the Vala speak.” Celeborn turned to Zaro, Karstir and Harros.
Glorfindel watched silently as Tulkas fell back to earth, landing with a light thud. He was so agile and absurdly muscular. It almost made the elf jealous but he was too busy admiring the Vala.
Sigeric saw the fight culminating between Sauron and Tulkas, though, he could not see Sauron on the field.
Marco and Thoruk hauled Dimitri up the hill towards Eonwë.
Meanwhile, Túrin continued to urge Cardiloc, “Our time is waning, dragon-man. Be hasteful.”
On the hilltop, Ha’zi saw Eonwë too busy addressing an elf’s wounds. When he got closer he recognized Elladan, the humorous elf from their expedition, he was burnt redder than the cracked Mordor dirt. Eonwë was dressed in dark armor and clothes, his right arm hang lifelessly from his body whilst his left went to work checking Elladan’s pulse and roaming over his injuries.
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"Oh, poor Elladan," Ha'zi sadly thought as he saw the fried elf. He had gotten pretty close to him over their journey, conversing a bit with him between meals. It was truly a sad sight for the boy then as he looked at the wrecked Elladan. And what of his brother, Elrohir? Was he alive?
Feeling he should try to help, Ha'zi approaches them, features stricken. He turns to Eonwë, "Hey t-there, is there a-anything I can do to h-help?" Which was clearly dumb, as he had no arms, but he wanted to be of service anyways. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Feeling he should try to help, Ha'zi approaches them, features stricken. He turns to Eonwë, "Hey t-there, is there a-anything I can do to h-help?" Which was clearly dumb, as he had no arms, but he wanted to be of service anyways. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
"Aye, you'll be alright lad" Thoruk says as he walks up the hill, Eonwe already in sight. "He's no weak elf so we can hurry and help the other's if they need us Marco. You'll be alright lad, aye?" Thoruk askes Dimitri who looks like he drank to much ale and slept outside for days.
”Ha’zi?” Eonwë asked, glancing up at the armless Haradrim boy.
“I’ll go check on Sigeric,” Marco said, nodding to Thoruk and running back to the Guardian Giant.
“Sig! Mate, they said they took Iver! It looks like that’s the only place that they could’ve put him,” Marco pointed towards the Obsidian Fortress. “Can you break it down or somefin’?”
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“I’ll go check on Sigeric,” Marco said, nodding to Thoruk and running back to the Guardian Giant.
“Sig! Mate, they said they took Iver! It looks like that’s the only place that they could’ve put him,” Marco pointed towards the Obsidian Fortress. “Can you break it down or somefin’?”
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Sigeric gazed with the others at the epic clash between the two immortal beings, though it seemed less a battle and more an execution. If they were to try to help Tulkas, they would likely only get in his way. "Everyone, prepare to march. We shall advance upon the fortress." He noticed the armless Ha'zi approach the group. Why had he attacked them? Was he truly a traitor? No. Sigeric had witnessed the Warrior Giant fight savagely against the turncloak Miriel. His eyes next found Eonwe, tending to the wounds of Elladan. Sigeric was glad to see the Maia alive. And furthermore, his presence almost confirmed that Tulkas was not acting on behalf of Manwe.
"The fuck?" said Daugo, coming to a halt. His eyes darted to and fro, scouring his surroundings for any sign of the shifter.
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The crow cawed as it was being crushed. This was clearly not a good plan. Where was Melkor? Had he been forsaken, just as Arda had been by the Allfather?
Acting wildly, he shed his avian form in favour of a more airy one; feather and bone and flesh turned into black smoke, pestilent fumes that burned as hot as the bowels of the Earth. He did not seek to harm Tulkas with the heat, that would be folly, a futile enterprise; he simply tried to escape through the Vala's hands before he was crushed to death.
"Fool!" he spat, "thou continuest to be but a tool of the Ilúvatar, when thou couldst be so much more... For all the fight in thee, thou art still a mere pawn. A spiritless, worthless piece of flesh and fëa that fails to be more than a slave to our father. If I die now, at least I will have died knowing that I lived according to mine own wishes. Canst thou say the same?"
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The crow cawed as it was being crushed. This was clearly not a good plan. Where was Melkor? Had he been forsaken, just as Arda had been by the Allfather?
Acting wildly, he shed his avian form in favour of a more airy one; feather and bone and flesh turned into black smoke, pestilent fumes that burned as hot as the bowels of the Earth. He did not seek to harm Tulkas with the heat, that would be folly, a futile enterprise; he simply tried to escape through the Vala's hands before he was crushed to death.
"Fool!" he spat, "thou continuest to be but a tool of the Ilúvatar, when thou couldst be so much more... For all the fight in thee, thou art still a mere pawn. A spiritless, worthless piece of flesh and fëa that fails to be more than a slave to our father. If I die now, at least I will have died knowing that I lived according to mine own wishes. Canst thou say the same?"
"The one and only, although you probably didn't recognize me because of these." Ha'zi replied with a smirk, displaying his stumps. "Anyways, is there anything I can do now for him?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Dimitri stared at the horizoon, shame and anger filling him. He had lost before, but to be defeated before his lord, his idol, his hero? There was no greater shame."They have wronged us." Dimitri hissed
"Vengeance."
Thorgrund replied, "Grabbin' tools fer killin' orcs and other nasty things. Gotta visit an old friend 'efore I go out. May I pass, 'omrade?"
"Vengeance."
Thorgrund replied, "Grabbin' tools fer killin' orcs and other nasty things. Gotta visit an old friend 'efore I go out. May I pass, 'omrade?"
The Soldier eyed him then stepped back and let his hold of Thorgrund fall, “Be on your way.”
The Mansions of Aüle were bustling with activity per usual and Dimitri saw the main hall leading in with multiple statues, contraptions and sculptures set on pedestals displaying the work of Aüle.
A tapestry of the Vala and Yavanna filled an entire wall to the east-wing which lead to the forges. Crowds of Maiar and Noldor moved restlessly through the torchlit halls.
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Snap.
Daugo heard it a split second too late. Something fell from the branches above and tackled both Arandil and the Hobbit off their horses. Someone’s fist broke the Hobbit’s front teeth and the horses neighed and panicked, running off. Daugo saw a clump of bodies as the burning man, who was no longer burning, held Arandil in a stranglehold, choking the man to death.
“Why, can’t you just leave me,” He pulled harder trying to snap the Gondorian Soldier’s neck, “Alone!”
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”I don’t know. Elladan is barely alive. I don’t believe he will survive this. And I have lost much of my power. I cannot heal his broken body. Anyway, what happ-“ The sounds of Tulkas’ battle raged over their voices and Eonwë became distracted, watching the fight.
The Black Castle’s gates were shut. They faced northwest, the fight between Tulkas and Sauron occurring a mere sixty meters away from them.
Sigeric saw a river running behind the backside of the fortress and noticed that the Armoured Giant along with the other Shifters had retreated there. Was there an exit in the rear?
The walls were above sixty meters in height and were black as black as coal.
”All that blabbering serves no purposes, Sauron! Now, shut the fuck up!”
Tulkas’ hands tried to grasp the smoke and failed. He instead let Sauron flow out of his hands before he slammed them together with the force of a thousand hurricanes. It was as if the very fiber of Sauron’s being was being crushed, condensed and before he knew it, his soul and spirit were reduced into a whirlwind in the Vala’s hands.
Tulkas’ allowed the ball of smoke to grow and enlarge, then with a bright glow of force around his entire bodily form, he cut through Sauron’s smoke, gripping onto his literal soul and ripping it free. He threw the Maia onto the floor. Sauron was without form. Naked to the Vala’s eyes. All around him were the Eldar and Karoltai forces that had bested him.
”Enough talk, Sauron. Now I will give you this one chance. Return to your bodily form and yield yourself to my charge. Or, I will smash your very being back to the Void from whence you came, bitch.”
Dimitri, Sigeric, Ha’zi, all of them saw a shadowy Smokey essence fluttering on the floor before Tulkas Astaldo. It was the figure of Mairon, the original spirit and soul, with the face of Eonwë.
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The Mansions of Aüle were bustling with activity per usual and Dimitri saw the main hall leading in with multiple statues, contraptions and sculptures set on pedestals displaying the work of Aüle.
A tapestry of the Vala and Yavanna filled an entire wall to the east-wing which lead to the forges. Crowds of Maiar and Noldor moved restlessly through the torchlit halls.
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Snap.
Daugo heard it a split second too late. Something fell from the branches above and tackled both Arandil and the Hobbit off their horses. Someone’s fist broke the Hobbit’s front teeth and the horses neighed and panicked, running off. Daugo saw a clump of bodies as the burning man, who was no longer burning, held Arandil in a stranglehold, choking the man to death.
“Why, can’t you just leave me,” He pulled harder trying to snap the Gondorian Soldier’s neck, “Alone!”
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”I don’t know. Elladan is barely alive. I don’t believe he will survive this. And I have lost much of my power. I cannot heal his broken body. Anyway, what happ-“ The sounds of Tulkas’ battle raged over their voices and Eonwë became distracted, watching the fight.
The Black Castle’s gates were shut. They faced northwest, the fight between Tulkas and Sauron occurring a mere sixty meters away from them.
Sigeric saw a river running behind the backside of the fortress and noticed that the Armoured Giant along with the other Shifters had retreated there. Was there an exit in the rear?
The walls were above sixty meters in height and were black as black as coal.
”All that blabbering serves no purposes, Sauron! Now, shut the fuck up!”
Tulkas’ hands tried to grasp the smoke and failed. He instead let Sauron flow out of his hands before he slammed them together with the force of a thousand hurricanes. It was as if the very fiber of Sauron’s being was being crushed, condensed and before he knew it, his soul and spirit were reduced into a whirlwind in the Vala’s hands.
Tulkas’ allowed the ball of smoke to grow and enlarge, then with a bright glow of force around his entire bodily form, he cut through Sauron’s smoke, gripping onto his literal soul and ripping it free. He threw the Maia onto the floor. Sauron was without form. Naked to the Vala’s eyes. All around him were the Eldar and Karoltai forces that had bested him.
”Enough talk, Sauron. Now I will give you this one chance. Return to your bodily form and yield yourself to my charge. Or, I will smash your very being back to the Void from whence you came, bitch.”
Dimitri, Sigeric, Ha’zi, all of them saw a shadowy Smokey essence fluttering on the floor before Tulkas Astaldo. It was the figure of Mairon, the original spirit and soul, with the face of Eonwë.
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"Finish him."
"Wait!" Daugo cried out, palms outstreched. "L-look, before we do anything rash, just hear me out!"
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Where was Melkor?
He had done as he had been asked. He had brought battle against the contingent of the Free Peoples, destroyed them for the most part, and fought Tulkas Astaldo to stall until his Master came to his aid.
Where was Melkor?
Was this going to be his end? Aeons of toil and struggle to bring order and his own vision to the world, for it to end like this, by the hand of the least-intelligent of the Valar? Was this his fate?
Where was Melkor?
Had his Lord abandoned him? He had failed him many times--the episode with Lúthien still burned fresh in his memory--but he had also served him well and faithfully. It had been a fruitful relationship...
Where was Melkor?
The figure coalesced into a physical form: a tall man of pale skin, flowing dark hair, and striking, fiery eyes. His expression was one of utter despair, and his gaze was fixed on a point somewhere beyond Tulkas.
"I yield."
His voice echoed through the vale like a nightmare void of its terror, his malice a beast without fangs. It bore no emotion.
[rule]
Where was Melkor?
He had done as he had been asked. He had brought battle against the contingent of the Free Peoples, destroyed them for the most part, and fought Tulkas Astaldo to stall until his Master came to his aid.
Where was Melkor?
Was this going to be his end? Aeons of toil and struggle to bring order and his own vision to the world, for it to end like this, by the hand of the least-intelligent of the Valar? Was this his fate?
Where was Melkor?
Had his Lord abandoned him? He had failed him many times--the episode with Lúthien still burned fresh in his memory--but he had also served him well and faithfully. It had been a fruitful relationship...
Where was Melkor?
The figure coalesced into a physical form: a tall man of pale skin, flowing dark hair, and striking, fiery eyes. His expression was one of utter despair, and his gaze was fixed on a point somewhere beyond Tulkas.
"I yield."
His voice echoed through the vale like a nightmare void of its terror, his malice a beast without fangs. It bore no emotion.