Doodles of Mairon

And the original story I borrowed from came from here: https://www.dltk-teach.com/RHYMES/littlered/story.htm

Once upon a time, there was a little Noldor who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever he went out, the little Noldor wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called him Little Red Riding Feanor.

One morning, Little Red Riding Feanor didn’t ask his brother if he could go to visit his dad as it had been a while since they’d seen each other since Feanor didn’t need permission.

“That’s a good idea,” his brother said because somehow he found out. It could’ve been because Feanor was bragging about his amazing shiny jewels. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Feanor to take to his dad.

When the basket was ready, the little Noldor put on his red cloak and didn’t kiss his brother goodbye.

“Remember, go straight to Father’s house,” his bro cautioned. “Don’t dawdle along the way and please don’t talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, mommy,” said Little Red Riding Feanor sarcastically, before crossing his arms “You’re not my mom!” He yelled as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

Little Red Riding Feanor was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that he didn’t notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind him…

Suddenly, a wolfy guy appeared beside him.

“What are you doing out here, little Noldor?” the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.

“I’m on my way to see my Dad who lives through the forest, near the brook,” Little Red Riding Feanor replied.

The wolfy guy continued smiling. “What are those shiny gems?”

“Uh…….their mine and I’m gonna show my dad,” Feanor said, in all his glory.

“Oh okay,” The wolfy guy didn’t stop smiling. “Well, where does your father live?”

“Idk, I think I just said so…and your smiling is kinda creepy, just saying,” The Noldorian replied.

Then he realized how late he was and quickly excused himself, rushing down the path to his dad’s house. Obviously, he didn’t realize the wolfy dude was Morgoth because no one realizes it when the Dark Lord was standing in front of them. Duh.

The wolfy guy, in the meantime, took a shortcut…

The wolfy Morgoth guy, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Father’s and knocked lightly at the door.

“Oh thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest,” said Father thinking that the knock was his son, with the shiny jewels.

The wolf let himself in. Poor Father did not have time to say another word before the wolf slaughtered him cruelly.

The wolfy Vala let out a satisfied laugh and then poked through Father’s wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Father’s perfume behind his pointy ears.

A few minutes later, Red Riding Feanor knocked on the door. The wolfy guy jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose. “Who is it?” he called in a cackly voice.

“It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear,” croaked Morgoth.

When Little Red Riding Feanor entered the little cottage, he could scarcely recognize his Father.

“Father! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?” he asked.

“Oh, I just have a touch of a cold,” squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.

“But Father! What big size you have,” said Little Red Riding Feanor as he edged closer to the bed.

“The better to loom over you with, my dear,” replied the wolf. And force you to give me the shiny jewels.

“But Father! What dark radiation you have,” said Little Red Riding Feanor.

“Ouch! That hurt my feelings you arrogant child,” replied the wolf.

“But Father! What big weapons you have,” said Little Red Riding Feanor with a quivering voice.

“The better to make you give me those stupid jewels you little shit!” roared the wolf and he leaped out of the bed and began to chase the little Noldor.

Almost too late, Little Red Riding Feanor realized that the person in the bed was not his Father, but Morgoth!

He ran across the room and through the door, shouting, “Help! Morgoth!” as loudly as he could.

A Vala, by the name of Manwe who was chopping logs nearby, heard his cry and laughed. “Yah, no,”