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Narya
12/12/17 11:12 pm
Oh, ziggy, btw, are you happy with Friday or is Saturday easier for you? I can do either.
Narya
12/12/17 03:27 pm
Great pair of chapters, ziggy and cheeky! I'm so excited to see what happens next.
NelyafinweFeanorion
12/12/17 02:12 pm
Ok Ziggy Thursday it is for me!
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12/12/17 10:28 am
I managed it :-) and even got the next chapter up early! Not my best, but it was a busy day. That's my excuse.
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12/12/17 07:26 am
@Cheekybeak- Haha! Serves you right for the last curved ball:D Nelya- yes, fine. You do Thursday, I'll find it easier doing Friday anyway.
NelyafinweFeanorion
12/12/17 01:14 am
Ziggy do you have Thursday too? If not I can do Thursday instead of Friday if someone else wants to pick up Friday? Let me know!
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12/12/17 01:05 am
Oh, seriously, Ziggy?? What are you doing to me?! How do I follow that???
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12/12/17 12:58 am
Me!
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12/12/17 12:16 am
OK- sorry ! Who's next?
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12/11/17 10:41 pm
I am onto the next chapter but got home very late- apologies. Scribbling away as we speak (sort of)
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Sauron, Worker of Fine Metals. by Glorfindel

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I have decided to reminisce. Not because I like to do so but because Maglor asked me to. There is a rich seam of story telling in Valinor because, let’s face it, there is bugger all else to do in this land of milk and honey and never ending safety, and I am sure that is why the Fanorian pie parties are being copied by so many elves here.



Of course, the anal Vanyar do not like to get dirty so they throw soft fluffy woollen balls at each other whilst clapping politely if one hits. The Teleri, in all their forms, generally like to smear the floor with grease and then skid along the floor aiming to hit others along the way. The skid parties sound much more fun than the fluffy ball parties, but as I am invited to neither I cannot really make a judgement, although it is not hard to make an educated guess. There is also a considerable amount of cross over between party types. The Fanorian, ‘skid a pie’ party was most amusing and even I joined in with that one. Not all elves indulge in these three forms of enjoyment. Some are content to be boring and do nothing, or they sneer derisively because they enjoy a more refined mode of leisure, like sitting up a tree and chanting, for example.



So, here is my story for Maglor. It is recorded differently in the Elven Chronicles, but as they are a bunch of outright liars who wrote the history to suit their own agenda, most of you will not be familiar with a lot of it.



Melkor and I were sitting in his study, bored out of our minds when he started to smile. “I think you should fall in love,” he said to me.



“Am I not in love with you?” I asked and gave him a superior smile as I picked up the delicate porcelain cup in front of me and sipped some herbal tea laced with spirit that we had stolen off the elves. It was better than the crap we made, so we kept it exclusively for ourselves. I have no idea what it was called. I did ask one of the elves and he spat in my face and said he would rather die than tell me. I was mildly surprised that he would say such a thing, but who am I to deny someone what they want? I must say that he did not look very grateful that I had stabbed him in the belly. These elves are so fickle.



“Our love has nothing to do with it,” Melkor told me. “I want to stretch your abilities, so that you can live as the enemy does and integrate. You will need to soon.”



“You mean that I am to fall in love with AN ELF!” I said, shocked that Melkor would suggest anything so repulsive. The cup fell out of my fingers onto the floor.



“Of course,” Melkor said and smirked. “You owe me for that cup.”



“You have someone else, don’t you, and you are trying to get me out of the way.”



Melkor sighed. “Who would I have?” He shrugged and opened his palms upwards. A rather girly gesture if you ask me.



“I have seen the way you look at Nienna,” I accused.



“Now you are grasping at straws,” Melkor replied. “Stop being childish or else there will be no more sex for you.”



“I do not think I want sex with you anyway, if you are going to lie to me,” I said and walked away. I left the room. All the way down the hallway I could hear his crashing roars of laughter.



I slept on my own that night and I missed Melkor terribly. I missed our games; I missed the pain that he could inflict and the heights of pleasure he could induce, and most of all I missed him. He was discarding me, and my little black heart hurt terribly because I thought I loved him. How I hated Nienna. First instinct is always right and I know now that she was indeed having an affair with him. Later they would marry, but I was not privy to any of that information until much later. I still hate her and I am glad that she is finding The Void so awful.



Melkor came to my room in the early hours of the morning. He pulled me out of bed and I landed in a heap on the floor. “How dare you not come to my room,” he thundered. “You are my slave!”



“Apparently not any more,” I replied, my fa shaking with terror. I did not let him see that though. “You rejected me earlier on and told me to fall in love with someone else.”



“I was not rejecting you,” Melkor thundered, so that the room shook. “I want to make sure you survive. You have a chance, but the Valar are already on their way to enslave me and I have to flee. You can deceive the elves and remain safe for when I come again.”



“You never said that.”



“I have seen the future, Sauron,” Melkor said to me. “I do not have long, but they need not find you. Make me an empire for when I return.”



Everything I owned flew out of the cupboards and into the middle of the room. Melkor looked at the pile and we both watched as it shrank in size to that of a small plaque. He opened a secret compartment in his ring and put the plaque inside, and then he closed it again. “Wear this, and flee,” he told me as I watched the ring become invisible on my finger. “Flee to the Isle of Balar and tell them you are a servant of Aul.”



“My spies inform me that there is a settlement in Sirion...”



“Which is protected by Ulmo,” Melkor interrupted. “Go now and insidiously seduce your way into their hearts. The ring will protect your identity, never take it off.”



“Master, perhaps I should kill them all?”



“Do nothing to bring attention to yourself,” Melkor told me. “Be as one with them, even though they are repulsive and vile.”



“Master, you have never safeguarded any who are loyal before,” I said nervously. “Why are you doing this for me?”



“I see two branches in your life. The first one is that you will be taken into captivity and kept prisoner by the Valar until the end of time. Indeed they will be harsher with you than they will be with me, because I am family and you are not. The second branch is that you escape from here and build an empire of unimaginable and terrifying power. It will be the largest empire of evil in Middle-earth and we shall rule together before smashing Middle-earth to pieces so that Eru’s creation ceases to exist.”



“You will let the Valar take you into captivity,” I asked. “Why?” I chose to ignore his last statement about destroying things; he always said things like that when he got excited.



“First of all I shall go and hide somewhere dark, in the depths of the earth, so they know where to find me. When they do, I shall repent. Nienna will say that I am to be trusted, and after a while they will let me go,” Melkor told me. “It is simple really. When they let my new redeemed character back to Middle-earth we shall rule together and there will be no stopping us. I will divert their attention in Valinor whilst you build our empire. Now you must escape so that you do not fall into their hands.”



“I will miss you,” I said.



“Really? Why?”



“Because I love you,” I replied.



Manw looked truly surprised. “Leave now,” he ordered and walked out of the room. I watched him go and my little black heart told me to forget the bastard. It hinted that Melkor was inventing a story to remove me from his presence. I believed my heart because I had no idea that Melkor was actually telling the truth; he had never done so before.
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