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A sudden light seemed to fill the dank room, the misshapen servants of Him faded away and all Maeglin saw was her. Idril's bright hair swirled about her as she danced towards him, her bright and silver dress gleaming. Reaching him she softly caressed his face, and then moved her hands up and around his neck. Then after a moment she moved away
"Maeglin" she whispered, coyly beckoning to him. Straining against the chains so he could be with her, so he could kiss her, Maeglin watched in despair as the vision faded.
Instead of her beauty, He stood in the room. Shrinking back in fear against the wall Maeglin had his eyes fixed upon the dark form. It seemed to Maeglin that it was smiling, enjoying tormenting him; Maeglin shuddered. He should never have left the safety of the hidden city in such a mood, his emotions had been dark and his actions were reckless. Now he was captive of Morgoth and utterly helpless.
"Please, be at some rest – I will not harm you. To gain information that way has already been tried by my servants…and to harm you further may result in your ending, which would be most unfortunate for me." The dark form paused to see the reaction of his captive before continuing. "I know that you are from Gondolin," Maeglin flinched when the name of his home was spat out, "There is no use in you lying to me about that…but there is one thing I do want from you…" Maeglin knew the question before it had been spoken
"I will never tell you that! Kill me now for I will not tell you!"
"Your resistance is weak, and I know what will sway your mind. You have already shown me your weakness...your love."
Another vision: her body was pressed against his own, her face in front of his. Overcome he leaned forward to kiss her but the vision was stolen away and he was left in the room with Him.
"You want her…you could have her" the tone was almost casual, as if suggesting something so simple. Maeglin leaned back his head and closed his eyes in anguish as his mind ran wild with thoughts. How could he betray Turgon, who had sheltered and cared for him as his own? How could he let the last safe city fall? But how could he resist Idril?
"Or, you could be killed and leave her for someone else to have…" The thought of someone else being with her caused envy and anger to rise up in Maeglin's heart. His lust for her was too great; he needed to have her. Tuor could not steal what should be his.
The directions tumbled from his mouth and a weary sigh escaped his lips.
He crawled towards the hidden entrance. Not hidden anymore – the thought occurred to him. The cuts he had suffered had not healed, his skin was raw and pained him, but he would have her, have Gondolin for himself, and he continued on. All that filled him was desire and hate.