Sauron's POV
I could still sense the children, they were so close. I tried to talk to my daughter, but she flinched and her feä shied out of my reach. I sighed as I saw how much worse I had made my position. Now she wouldn't get close enough to talk to me, and I wouldn't be able convince her to help me.
She and her mother were quite alike… her hair was the exact same, and their resilient personality. Her eyes were all mine though. I had heard a few words she had exchanged with the elf… so they were kin! She was correct about being closely related to Elrond. I remembered the day we found out Mirë was kin to Feänor.
flashback*
"Mairon," Morgoth groaned. "Is the son of Feänor, Meadhros, awake yet? I need to talk to him." I nodded, we had captured him recently, after we had tricked him into meeting us. "Bring me our pet first," Morgoth ordered me. "I know he's going to stress me out."
I smiled, I was pleased that I had a reason to fetch Mirë. She was the light of Angband and we guarded her as jealously as we did the Silmarils. I walked down the halls and entered her small room. She had books and a harp to entertain herself and she was playing the harp as I entered.
"You have improved," I remarked, she started and looked up. "Don't be afraid, diamond." She calmed down quickly and gave a little bow. "Did you need something?" She requested respectfully. "Your presence is required by Morgoth." I said as I removed her chain from the wall.
Now before you think this is terrible, let me explain. Mírë had once escaped her room and run into a pack of orcs, she had been injured and we had the orcs killed. After that I forged a long chain so that she would stay inside her room and be safe.
The chain was about thirty feet long, Morgoth liked to hold it whenever she was in his presence, to keep her from running away, he said. I carefully coiled the chain and led her back to the throne room.
"Here is Mírë," I said as I led her to the throne. Morgoth smiled gently down at her, she shook much less on this occasion. Morgoth scooped her up and settled her in his lap. "Ah, my precious pet," he said as he stroked her soft hair. "I'm about to deal with a nightmare of a prisoner. You always helped me stay calm."
Suddenly, the orcs brought in Meadhros. He was bleeding pretty badly, and his red hair was a mess. He was barely keeping himself conscious, Mírë gasped. Meadhros looked up sharply and glared at Morgoth. "What troubles you my pet?" Morgoth asked Mírë.
"My cousin is not your pet!" Spat Maedhros venomously as he glared even more. "Cousin?" I asked in surprise, I didn't know she had kin outside that village. "Her mother was my mother's sister," Maedhros declared as Mírë looked at him sadly. "We received word a few months ago her village had been attacked… we believed she had died. Now I see you stole her!"
Morgoth tsked at him and said. "I don't think you have the right word there. I clearly saved her from the orcs. Were it not for me, she would have died. Now she is safe here and well treated." Meadhros snorted in disbelief, but made no further comment.
Morgoth decided to continue his talk. "Now, I have a proposition for you, Son of Feänor. If you leave Arda and go back to Valinor, I will give you a Silmaril and release unto you all my elven thralls. What say you, is it not fair?" Meadhros glared, but thought about it.
"Will you also return my cousin?" He asked uncertainly. "Ahh, no," Morgoth said apologetically. "She is not a thrall, she is my pet. Thus she stays in Angband, also as insurance for your agreement." "Then I cannot accept your terms! I would rather die then go back on my oath!"
Morgoth scowled at him darkly, then turned back to me. "Mairon, take Mírë back to her room. I must deal with our… guest." Mírë struggled to stay as I lead her back to her room. "Mírë, Mírë it's alright," I said as she tried to get away. "He's not going to hurt him too badly! I'll let you see your cousin tonight, I promise."
She didn't look like she believed it, but stopped struggling. I led her back into her room and reattached the chain to the wall, she crossed her arms in anger. "All will be well, Mírë." I promised as I left the room and locked the door behind me.
I returned to the throne to find Meadhros unconscious and Morgoth standing over him. "Take him back to the dungeons," he ordered me. "Make sure he gets decent food however, it would not do to have him die before we get information." I nodded and dragged his body back to his cell.
end flashback*
I groaned as I remembered Mírë's reaction to finding her cousin in that state. She had not trusted us again for three months. I focused again on talking to my daughter. I did not wish to harm her, but I would get her to Mordor any way possible. Right now however, the best way to go about that is talking.
(A/n: Morgoth is like 20 feet tall when on his throne in this book… Mírë is like 5'6".)