A/N: The result of listening to too much Blind Guardian and playing with the Library of Moria pairing generator. The love story of two Balrogs. Seriously. Set during the three ages of Melkor's captivity in Valinor. This makes pretty much no sense, in fact the most random thing I've ever written. A bit of an experiment, really, so interpret it in whichever way you will...
Chained, in flames
Night is eternal beneath the earth. He is gone, and I feel empty, as if my reason for being is ripped out. I cannot live without him, but I will wait forever for him.
Although they cannot be seen, the chains are very strong.
But is it right that a chain should restrain me, argues a part of my thought long forgotten. I am a spirit of fire, a flame trapped inside a beast's body. There are others like me, that he seduced. But I came to him not for his promises of endless lands and freedom to rule. I knew he would enslave me to his will.
No, it was her that made me come to him.
Hideous she is now, to many eyes, trapped inside a foul body, hissing and groaning in the dark, roaring sometimes in the pain of loss we all share. But I see the flame that once burned, once, when we flew together in the crystal skies of Valinor, two naked flames, lit with the light of the One, entwined and unified.
Can the fire be rekindled?
Can we forsake our forms and become as we once were?
In her touch I only feel ruined flesh, the form that He gave us. But as I look into her eyes, I see the naked flame that is at the core of her being, trapped, chained. Never again will we dance beneath the pure sky. Darkness will be our domain forever, and chains can never be broken.
Never be broken.
But eye to eye, the fire can still be shared, and when we fall, we shall fall together, and the light of our combined flame shall shine so that the silly babbling children of the One shall make songs of it forever. I seek comfort in her glance, a kindred spirit of fire in this frozen land.
Wait in the dark, wait for His return.
Be broken.
Wait here, hold your fiery glance.
Until.
A/N: That was serious strangeness. Flames (haha) welcome. The "him/he" in question is Melkor, the "she" is another Balrog. These may, or may not, be the two Balrogs who died in Gondolin at the hands of Glorfindel and Ecthelion of the Pointy Helmet...
http://www.libraryofmoria.com/rpgmm.html is the random pairing generator. Maedhros/Pippin, anyone... :)
Chained, in flames
Night is eternal beneath the earth. He is gone, and I feel empty, as if my reason for being is ripped out. I cannot live without him, but I will wait forever for him.
Although they cannot be seen, the chains are very strong.
But is it right that a chain should restrain me, argues a part of my thought long forgotten. I am a spirit of fire, a flame trapped inside a beast's body. There are others like me, that he seduced. But I came to him not for his promises of endless lands and freedom to rule. I knew he would enslave me to his will.
No, it was her that made me come to him.
Hideous she is now, to many eyes, trapped inside a foul body, hissing and groaning in the dark, roaring sometimes in the pain of loss we all share. But I see the flame that once burned, once, when we flew together in the crystal skies of Valinor, two naked flames, lit with the light of the One, entwined and unified.
Can the fire be rekindled?
Can we forsake our forms and become as we once were?
In her touch I only feel ruined flesh, the form that He gave us. But as I look into her eyes, I see the naked flame that is at the core of her being, trapped, chained. Never again will we dance beneath the pure sky. Darkness will be our domain forever, and chains can never be broken.
Never be broken.
But eye to eye, the fire can still be shared, and when we fall, we shall fall together, and the light of our combined flame shall shine so that the silly babbling children of the One shall make songs of it forever. I seek comfort in her glance, a kindred spirit of fire in this frozen land.
Wait in the dark, wait for His return.
Be broken.
Wait here, hold your fiery glance.
Until.
A/N: That was serious strangeness. Flames (haha) welcome. The "him/he" in question is Melkor, the "she" is another Balrog. These may, or may not, be the two Balrogs who died in Gondolin at the hands of Glorfindel and Ecthelion of the Pointy Helmet...
http://www.libraryofmoria.com/rpgmm.html is the random pairing generator. Maedhros/Pippin, anyone... :)