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Summary: Why did Nienna aid Melkor's Pardon? Just something I thought up while reading the Silmarillion.


Lady of Sorrows

Strange, is it not, how love can affect people.

Love can allow us to see things that we could never see otherwise, but it can also blind us to what is happening in front of our eyes.

I do not know why I loved Melkor, and love him still, but our emotions seem to delight in confusing us, and love was never simple in the first place.

Melkor and I have always been close companions, even before the Great Music ever began. We have always been compatible, yet also so very different.

I am the Lady of Sorrows, sister of Namo, Lord of the Dead and Queen of the Valar. Melkor is the Dark Lord, viewed as pure evil, and no longer numbered amongst the Valar.

The others of my Brethren have severed all ties with Melkor, but I never abandoned him. I stood beside him when he asked for pardon after his first imprisonment, and I sang with him in the time before the great music.

We were on opposing sides during the wars between us, yet Dark Lords often seem to go hand-in-hand with Sorrow and Grief.

There are those who blame me for unleashing Morgorth upon the world, and perhaps it is true. Yet they do not understand.

It is part of what I am, what I will always be. Those who hearken to me learn Compassion and endurance in hope. How could they do so, how could I teach such, if I did not possess these virtues?

My endurance in hope lead me to believe that Melkor could change during the three ages that he was confined in the prison beneath my brother's halls. My compassion moved me to stand by him when he was tried a second time.

Our gifts can be both blessing and curse. Mine are counted as virtues, though they set a Dark Lord free upon Arda.

Melkor's deeds were terrible, yet some good came of it. At the death of the Two Trees, were not the Sun and Moon created, bringing Light to Middle Earth?

All of this is too complicated to dwell upon, and I expect that it will not make sense to many. It barely makes sense to me, other than thoughts of love that I bear, even in my grief.

Love is not given because it is deserved, but because the giver wishes to do so.

Love unconditional, even when the recipient is thought unworthy of care.

Love un-judgemental, though he is condemned until the end of time.

Love compassionate, as I weep for all of the world.

Love unreasoning, for I love Melkor.

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A/N - This is my first Silmarillion fic, so please be nice. Review and tell me what you think.

Thanks, Nathalia