A lovely take on the story... Morgoth probably doesn't get much action, does he? xD
LOL...no, I think he probably doesn't. Dark Lords need love too! Thanks for reading and reviewing. :-)
Something washed over them, something huge and salty and forged in laughing iron, something cold and sparked with fire, some overwhelming aggression formed out of the darkness between the stars and he knew that it was Morgoth, Melkor-That-Was shaking off the mantle of sleep and rising into his wakefulness like a storm breaking over the crowns of the mountains. The voice hissed down all around him like a throat full of roaring rain and the insistent curiosity welled up beneath his feet.
A shard sliced the skin of Morgoth’s cheek and in his blood she smelled anguished rain falling upon a field of lonely stone.
I quote close my eyes and quite any of this, Pink. I read it and just get lost in it; it's such an incredible piece of writing, and showed me Luthien, Melkor and Angband more clearly than anything in the Silmarillion.