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Summary: Companion piece to 'Lady of Sorrows'. What does Melkor think of it all?
Chapter One
Being trapped in the Void leaves a lot of time for thinking.
I think of the past, of what I may have done that I did not end up in this Eru-be-damned Void, and of the one person I have ever genuinely cared about.
Nienna. Lady of Sorrows.
Of all my brethren, Nienna was the one with whom I was closest, the one I could relate to, even despite our many differences.
The others have severed all ties with me, no longer speaking my name, but Nienna has never forced herself to completely abandon me.
It was Nienna who sang with me in the Great Music, even when my part turned to discord, and hers to lament. She was the one who stood with me, asking for pardon for my past actions, for release from the prisons of Mandos.
Some blame her for unleashing Morgorth, as they call me, upon Middle Earth. Some call her blind, and foolish, for not siding with her kin in thinking me evil.
They do not understand.
Eru created us all, each with a purpose in mind. We are what we are, and that is unchangeable. I do not try to make excuses, merely point out that we all have a reason for being. My purpose is to serve as the dark counter to the 'good' of my brethren, to put it nicely.
A perfect world, without sorrow or anger, may be nice to dream about, but in reality, it would be too boring to live in. Everything must have an opposite to balance it.
What is joy without sorrow, to make the best times of our life all the more memorable?
What is 'Good' without 'Evil', to let us choose our own paths?
What is victory without defeat, to make us stand for what we think is worth fighting for?
What is gain without loss, to make us treasure what we have, rather than lust for what we do not?
And what is love, without hatred to make it all the sweeter?
Compassion is also defined as unconditional love, and Nienna has always been the most loving of all, weeping for what is wrong in the world, though it rarely concerns her directly. She is revered less than Varda or Yavanna, but she is loved by all, each in their own way.
I am considered as Evil, and pure Hatred. They who term me so are probably right, but that does not make me incapable of care. Once I decide it is worth the effort, anyway.
Manwe and I are brothers, but we cannot stand each other's presence.
Grief and Sorrow often go hand in hand with Darkness. Nienna is my other half, my counter part, and it is for this that I love her.
Because I was created to destroy, my hatred for my kin allowed me to unleash Ungoilant upon Valinor, but my love for Nienna let me restrain her enough to spare just one silver flower and a single golden fruit from the Two Trees, which became the Sun and the Moon.
In the Void, there is not much to do, except ponder past events.
I wonder what it would have been like, had things been different, had I not fought against my brethren.
There are those who say that love can save us. I am the greatest of Dark Lords, deemed to be beyond redemption, but it was Nienna's love for me, and mine for her, that saved the world. When I fought against the host of the Valar, I was unwilling to raise my hand against Nienna, and that hesitation was my defeat.
Now I am imprisoned in the Void, where my thoughts dwell upon the Lady of Sorrows. My Nienna.
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A/N - So, what do people think. Yes, I do realize that this is a very Out Of Character Morgorth, but the idea refused to go away until I wrote this.
Like it, hate it, tell me in a review.
Thanks, Nathalia.
