‘ don’t try and act like you don’t understand what’s going on here. ’ [ @bauglirth, melkor to mairon ]
( Starting to think there isn’t a meme && you’re just improvising | @bauglirth )
MAIRON looked upon the flames of the hearth, dancing and crackling. Her head was lowered, for only He could humble her splendour. Fingers intertwined over her robe and lips curled downwards into a frown as she listened to Him. Her Great Master, He whom shall arise in might, He whose Mairon’s loyalty lie within and He alone she loved. She was a proud creature, Mairon, and her regal stances oft so unwavering like a a great mountain and like mountains along with the rest of Arda that her Master would soon rule, she succumbed to Him.
Her walk was elegant and so light, her way with words gracefully dance into the ears of whosoever is blest with her presence. Flattery never failed her but flatter were commonly false and the praises she ever so uplift for her Lord Melkor were but SINCERE.
She opened her mouth, no sound left yet as she hesitated. She would sound so DEMANDING, almost as if she was no longer desiring to be His servant which was untrue! For she considered it the greatest honour to serve Him! Mistake her not, she admired her Lord Melkor greatly but yet… she felt as if the feelings she carry for Him were unrequited. Every day, every night she would tell him that she loved Him and she… would earn silence in the dark.
Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she feigned courage in her eyes and she lifted chin a little higher to display that she still had some pride in the depths of her bosom. ❝ Then, pray, tell me what is going on, my lord, ❞ said she, feeling her chest tighten and she could feel . ❝ Why dost thou not return my love? Am I not good enough for thee? Wert thy words in the Forge of Aulë– my former master– just naught but COLD air? ❞