My footsteps were the only sound heard in the darkness of my prison. Foolish brother, he thought he could keep me locked away in the Door of Night! Me, Melkor, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, He who arises in Might! None could hold me against my will! I mused as the list of those who would see my malice turned on them upon my return grew to infinite amounts. My escape was definite, the only question was how.
Manwë was beyond of his wit to keep a mere mortal at the gates of my confinement. I could bend Maiar, the servants of the Valar to my will, a mortal would be nothing. My mind sought out the guard of my doom, an easy find in the Timeless Void. I grasped his mind and gave him thoughts of what he could be in my care. A great leader under me instead of a worthless guard. He did not even possess the silmaril anymore, Manwë made sure of that.
A small light appeared as a cruel grin twisted my face. Arda would hear my footsteps once more, and all in my way would pay.
A/N: Alright, I know this would never happen, but to go with those 'end-of-the-world' drabbles...
This is set after the War of Wrath and Melkor is once again imprisoned in the Void, this time for good, or so the Valar and the rest of Arda thinks. Earendil, the half-elf who married Elwing, another half-elf, and had a Silmaril. After the third Kinslaying at the Mouths of Sirion, the two sailed to the West with the power of the Silmaril. Thereafter, it became a star. Well, it might be plausible that since Manwe could not have the other two Silmaril's since they were lost into the world, he would desire this one for his own desire as well as for said prophecy. So Earendil no longer has Silmaril and is assigned to a simple, yet honorable duty, because they're probably not going to make a Vala watch the Void--asuming the Void needs watching...
Yeah, a lot of imagination and a teeny tiny bit of facts--or just no facts at all.
[Oh, light at end of tunnel = Arda]