Fear Itself
Disclaimer: All characters, situations etc. belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Melkor gloats over Middle-earth. 100-word drabble.
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Light is a lie. Darkness triumphs.
You are mine, bodies and souls, and none can save you.
Where is preening Varda now? All the stars have been put out.
Where is that fool Manwë? Lord of the Breath of the Arda indeed! I command the winds in this place.
They cannot save you, or rather let us say, will not.
The idols of your youth have forsaken you, and you scream their names in vain.
My night falls over you, and I shall be your god.
I am Melkor, mightiest of the Valar, and you will bend before my will.
FINIS
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