Melkor, master of the void screamed in his madness. Crazied is so light a word to use in light of the madness this god among men had become. Countless centuries had past since he last set his eyes on Middle Earth. He looked down, catching a glance of his body and hands that were now outstreched, fists balled tightly. A mad laugh rang out into the nothingness, Melkor a maddened shamble of his prior self. The void utterly dark, yet in constant twilight, a contradiction among many that if pondered would drive anyone to maddness. Yet in Melkor's craze he kept his will to return to the place where he had fought so hard to control. He would find revenge on all that had opposed him, even the father himself.
For the first mellinium or so after being cast into the void he had done only a few things, one being constantly clawing at the iron crown that now was fit around his neck like a collar for a beaste. He had also ran over his deeds in his mind, countless time, he new his mistakes and new that on the day of his inevitable return he would not make the same ones again. As the centuries past, he felt fear and hopelessness well up in his chest, and it took all his mental strength to surpress his panic. Slowly his mind turned to the madness, and the chaos, yet perfect geometry of the void. Now as the time for his return drew close his madness reach it's peek, his mind a true form of evil, beyond what it had been long before.
Even in his madness he kept his intelligence, his cold, hard wit. Calculated efforts to break the bond around his throat and burst from his etternal prison were made, each failure inflamed his anger and madness, and everyone brought him more strength and will to destroy those who had done this to him. Finally one day in one of his most crazied furries yet it came to him, like a light breaking through a dark cloud. A song slowly drifted from his twisted mouth, so beautiful it could bring tears to any mans eyes. As he sung the iron collar around his neck began to rattle and fell, deep into the void, becoming an ever smaller dot in the nothingness. As the iron collar fell away Melkor felt a tugging infront of him, pulling his away from this place of madness, and as suddenly as he had been thrown in more that two ages agao, he was out, back into the world.