Sauron's POV

I was in my daughter's mind, fixing a few things. You see while she was awake, her dream self was unaware of anything. I used this to my advantage. I had made a dream chain and attached it to one of the walls of the room I met her in, then I chained her dream self to it. I had to prove that once she was completely at my mercy, she would still be safe. I knew she would hate it, but once I got the ring she wouldn't need a chain anymore. "So much like your mother." I whispered as I stroked her hair gently. I remembered the day we discovered Mírë was having babies.

flash back*

"Mírë?" I called as I went into my wife's room, Morgoth and I had married her a month ago. She had been acting strangely, and we worried she was ill. "Is all well? We have been worried about you." She was pouring over a book about herbs and their uses when I came in, she looked up quickly and said. "No, no, all is well… I am… fine." "Are you certain?" "…no"

"What is the matter?" I asked in alarm, she sighed. "How would you like to be a father?" "… are you saying… you carry offspring?" I asked gently yet excitedly, she hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, I have all the… symptoms of one who carries children." I grabbed her arm and led her to Morgoth who was on the balcony. "I have wonderful news!" I told him as we appeared, he turned to look at us in surprise. "Mírë carries offspring!" His eyes widened and he smiled in pleasure.

"How delightful," he said as he caressed her hair. "An heir, from our beautiful diamond." We were having a lovely moment, standing on the balcony. Then we heard a loud horn, and an elvish voice calling Morgoth to come and fight one on one. "Fingolfin." Mírë gasped, Morgoth glared in the direction of the gate and answered. "Go your way, Fingolfin, son of Finwë! I have no business with you! Moreover I do not wish to fight this day." Then came Fingolfin's voice, calling him a Coward and 'a lord of thralls!' Morgoth growled angrily and turned to go fight him. "Wait!" Mírë called, Morgoth turned to her with soft eyes. "Please don't kill him! He is your child's kin." "I will try to control myself, my treasured gem." He said gently before leaving to go fight.

A few moments later Morgoth stood before Fingolfin, 40 feet tall and completely attired in black armor and armed with his hammer. Fingolfin glowed like a star beneath his shadow. "It suits you ill to beg for death, Son of Finwë." Morgoth growled to the elf. "However, this day I am willing to forgive much. Your kin is carrying my heir, therefore you are connected to my house. Only take back the words you said before my gate, and I shall cease war with you and all your kin… yea I shall even give you a Silmaril as a token of good will." Fingolfin's face hardened when he heard about our offspring and he retorted thus. "I do not cower from a fight, thou lord of slaves! This day I shall take away all the Silmarils and my kinswoman! As for your heir, they shall live and be raised in my house. They will be taught to hate you and the darkness you have brought upon us! Now let us fight thou craven!"

Morgoth paused for a moment, then struck at Fingolfin with his hammer. Fingolfin dodged his blow and managed to injure him. Morgoth cried out in pain and Mírë gave a distressed cry. Morgoth and Fingolfin continued their fight for a long time, Morgoth being injured five more times. Finally, Morgoth struck Fingolfin with his shield and knocked him to the ground. Then, before Fingolfin had a chance to rise, Morgoth set his foot on his body, in the manner of a conquering king. "I should crush you now," Morgoth hissed as Fingolfin tried to reach his sword. "I'd be happy to reunite you with your brother, but I doubt you'll get a warm welcome. You are a greater pain than Fëanor ever was! Even now however, I will forgive the injury done me, the words you spoke before my gates, even the war you and your kin have caused! Yea, even now I am willing to grant you a Silmaril, a token of good will. If only you take back your words and stop this senseless war!"

Suddenly Fingolfin grabbed his sword and stabbed it deep into Morgoth's ankle. He cried out in great pain, and Fingolfin smiled. "I decline, but your pain at least, shall not die with me!" "You filth!" Morgoth shrieked, and he crushed him in his blind rage. Mírë cried out in even greater distress, and the noise reached Morgoth. He picked up Fingolfin's body gently, as if it were a dead bird that he pitied and wished to bring back to life. Then, without warning, an eagle from Manwë swooped from the sky and scratched Morgoth's face. He dropped the body and clutched his injured face. The eagle bore the body of Fingolfin away as Morgoth was distracted. "Curse you all!" Morgoth shrieked as he watched the eagle fly away.

He made his way back into the fortress and to his throne room, where Mírë and I were waiting for him. Blood oozed from his injuries and his face. "I am sorry my diamond," Morgoth said as he scooped Mírë up. "I couldn't help it. I was in a blind rage… I didn't truly want to kill him." Mírë nodded as she cried, Morgoth drew her close. She composed herself and got her healing herbs. She could do nothing for the wound on his ankle, but the others she could heal with little to no scarring. "My poor one," he murmured gently after she had finished and he picked her up again. "You're such a brave elleth. I truly am sorry, I didn't mean to kill your uncle." She sighed sadly and settled into the folds of his robe. "At least you still have your cousins," I said gently. "And you have another family member on the way. Do you need anything?"

Morgoth started in surprise as he remembered she was bearing our heir. "Oh, I had forgotten! We will need a midwife, and a place for the baby! My, I never thought I would have an heir… we will need to be very careful of them. Send for… oh send for our most loyal thrall! They shall bring us back a midwife for our precious diamond." I gave orders for the thrall to be brought before us and returned to Morgoth's side. The thrall was dragged in by the orcs and thrown to the ground at the foot of the throne. The thrall obviously thought he was in trouble and about to die from the amount of shaking he was doing. "Leave us!" Morgoth ordered the orcs that stood, starring at the thrall with wicked amusement in their eyes. Then he turned to the thrall with gentle eyes.

"Don't worry, you are not in trouble, nor are we going to kill you. I have a task for you." The thrall looked up briefly before lowering his head again. "Yes, my master?" "My wife is bearing my heir, I need a midwife. Bring me a good one and after the baby is born, both you and the midwife shall be free. Do not dream of treachery while you are finding this midwife. Or I shall send some orcs after you with orders to eat you alive and to bring the remains back to me… then your remains will become a toy for my wolves. Am I understood clearly?" The thrall was shaking in fear, but managed to nod. "Yes, my master." He whispered, Morgoth smiled grimly. "Good, now be off. Tell the orcs all about your mission, you have two months… no more." The thrall bowed deeply and left the throne room. Morgoth turned his attention back to our wife, who was sleeping in the folds of his robe. "Finally, an heir… we must be careful of Mírë, even more so than usual. And we must keep her calm, I've heard stress is bad for developing babies." I nodded in excitement, I was eager to meet the child, whether it was mine or Morgoth's.

end flashback*

I turned and left my daughter's dream self. She deserved some time alone, no matter how much I wanted to be near her. She would be with me soon, then I could focus on the ring… then Gondor would fall along with Rohan, and I would rule all of middle earth! The thought of it made me laugh in delight as I left her mind to give out orders.