Long before the First Age of Middle-earth, there was a mighty being named Sauron, who served the Dark Lord Morgoth. Sauron had a little brother named Danusil, who was unlike him in many ways. Danusil was gentle and kind, and he loved the light and beauty of the world. He did not share Sauron's ambition or malice, and he often tried to persuade him to turn away from Morgoth's evil.
One day, Sauron and Danusil were walking in the lands of Aman, where the Valar dwelled. They came across a hidden valley, where a stream flowed and flowers bloomed. Danusil was enchanted by the sight, and he ran to explore the valley. Sauron followed him, but he was wary of the place. He sensed a powerful presence nearby, and he feared it was one of the Valar.
"Danusil, come back!" Sauron called. "This place is not safe. We should not be here."
But Danusil did not listen. He was too busy admiring the beauty of the valley. He found a pool of clear water, where he saw his reflection. He smiled, and reached out to touch the water.
Suddenly, a voice boomed from the sky. It was Eru, the One, the Creator of all things. He had seen the two brothers trespassing in his secret garden, and he was angry.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Eru demanded.
Sauron and Danusil were terrified. They fell to their knees, and bowed their heads.
"We are Sauron and Danusil, servants of Morgoth," Sauron answered. "We came here by chance, and we meant no harm."
Eru's voice grew colder. "Servants of Morgoth? You have chosen the wrong master, and you have defiled my holy place. You shall pay for your insolence."
Eru raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck the pool where Danusil was standing. Danusil screamed, as he was engulfed by flames. Sauron watched in horror, as his brother was burned alive. He tried to reach him, but the fire was too hot. He could only hear Danusil's cries, as he faded away.
"Danusil! No!" Sauron shouted. "Eru, you monster! How could you do this? He was innocent! He did nothing wrong!"
Eru did not answer. He withdrew his hand, and the fire died. The pool was blackened, and nothing remained of Danusil. Sauron was alone, and he felt a surge of grief and rage. He cursed Eru, and swore vengeance. He ran from the valley, and never looked back.
He returned to Morgoth, and told him what had happened. Morgoth was furious, and he vowed to make Eru pay for his cruelty. He also felt sorry for Sauron, and he offered him a gift. He said he could bring Danusil back, but only partially. He said he could not restore his body or his soul, but he could give him a new form and a new power. He said he could make him a Balrog, a creature of fire and shadow, a servant of the dark.
Sauron was desperate, and he agreed. He hoped that Danusil would still remember him, and that they could be brothers again. He followed Morgoth to his forge, where he had a great fire burning. Morgoth took some of the fire, and shaped it into a humanoid figure. He gave it wings, horns, claws, and a whip of flame. He infused it with some of Danusil's essence, and he spoke a word of power. The Balrog opened its eyes, and roared.
Sauron looked at the Balrog, and felt a pang of sadness. He did not see his brother in it. He saw only a beast, a weapon, a slave. He realized that Morgoth had lied to him, and that he had lost Danusil forever. He felt a twinge of regret, but he pushed it away. He had made his choice, and he could not go back. He embraced the Balrog, and called it his brother. He named it Durin's Bane, and he made it his lieutenant. He told it to follow him, and to serve Morgoth. The Balrog obeyed, and followed Sauron. It did not speak, or smile, or remember. It only burned, and killed, and destroyed.
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