Dec 18, 2017 9:31 AM
A mad god's creation
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"If he knew how to use them we'd all be in a world he ruled already. I think it is safe to assume he doesn't."

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"Knowing how to use them and knowing that they can be used are different. I'll trust that he doesn't know the former, but the latter..." She shrugs. "The latter, I'm more hesitant to put faith in. The Ainur do not see all, but one might be able to see the potential inherent in them."

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"I do worry the Valar won't ask to take them, next time. Some of them seemed tempted, Aulë told them to back off, but -"

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"I - could see that," she murmurs. She thinks of the Valar saying they will reassure the Eldar with song and shivers. "There might be a way to talk them out of it if they tried it, but. I could definitely see that."

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Nod.

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"There might be value in - there are the remains of the Trees. When we leave Valinor, I don't expect we'll be able to come back, or want to. There might be value in helping the Valar get some part of the Trees restored, so they might not feel so tempted to steal."

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"I am sure that's a valuable thing to do which people other than me will do quite competently. But it's the project of Years, we don't have that long."

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"It might give us some way to defeat the Enemy at a distance, too, without needing the Silmarils at all," she points out. "And then you could just kill him and pick up the Silmarils after. I'm not - I don't think you should fling yourself at it with wild abandon and work at it for Years pretending Morgoth doesn't exist, but it might be worth looking over to see if it could be of any value to us."

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"I will have Curufinwë take a look at it. It would astonish me if it were sufficient to kill the Enemy from a distance."

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"That's fair," she says, with a hint of a smile. "It's not really my line of expertise. I wouldn't know if it could or couldn't."

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"We'll explore all possibilities."

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She nods.

"And then we'll defeat the Enemy."

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Fervent nod. 

 

 

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"Good skill, uncle."

And then it's back to songwriting.

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So what is to become of the Elves, when they arrive? 'Join us in rebellion, we're clearly correct,' or - what?

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I think we'll leave them alone. Unless they attack us to avenge Valinor or something, then maybe try to convince them to sit down and see where we're coming from - it'd grate me to apologize for their pretty trees but it certainly improves on entertaining them while they try to be at war with us...

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Snort. Yes, because that would go so well. I suppose Melkor won't want to part with his pretty, pretty prizes, though.

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The Silmarils? No, those are ours. Have you checked how much they scorch you, yet? It varies. I lost a whole hand.

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Oh, dear. He kisses one of Sauron's hands, just to make it up to it. ... Then the other, in case that one got jealous. Or if he got the wrong one. I'm sorry, my love. I haven't checked - I wasn't aware Melkor was letting anyone near them. We can check now, if you can stand to see the sight of me burning.

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I think I shall enjoy it. Shame Melkor won't let us steal them to play.

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Your concern for my well-being is ever so appreciated, beloved! Very well, come along, we'll see what I lose to Valinor's final bite.

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And they go down to the throne room.

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The Silmarils are waiting. Beautiful as ever, making everything around them bloom with dazzling light. Not merely pretty themselves - centralized beauty is easy. Much harder, is to bolster everything around. Sharing, magnifying it instead of hoarding it.

As he steps to touch one, he's afraid. He'll make light of it, certainly - oh no, poor Sánedel, the gems are going to burn him. Woe and despair and whatever garbage the idiots on the other side of the ocean parrot. The pain wouldn't matter, nor would the loss of limb. Pain's ephemeral, and bodies are simple to repair when one is a Maia. He wouldn't really mind, if it were just those. But it's not. They're beautiful, powerful, in a way the Trees weren't, in a way the Trees should have been. Brilliance and ingenuity and defiance towards the natural order. Shining proof that the Eldar can eclipse their Ainur guardians, if they just reach for it. That they can bring a better thing into this world. One that draws everything around after it, to the stars, to infinite potential.

It would hurt, to be burned by such a thing.

(Perhaps that's why Sauron wants to watch.)

Bah. Enough of his hesitance. If he is to be burned, so be it. It will be soon and then it will be done. He reaches out with a hand, and touches it.

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It's slightly cool to the touch, and impossibly smooth.

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