When orc scouts reported to Melkor that mortals had created a game for the very first day of April where you fool one another, he chuckled gleefully, quickly creating a plan to fool his lieutenant.
While Mairon did not seem to enjoy it, he certainly did…
Back in the Jurassic period, gwenniel requested a fic about Sauron and Thuringwethil interacting. Gwenniel, you are under no obligation to even notice let alone read or like this fic after literally a year of waiting, but I have now written it.
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Her memories of the West were mostly of painful, searing light. No matter where she went, it was inescapable. Telperion was better, she could just about bear it, but when Laurelin took over, she would find the deepest shadow she could to escape the burning gold.
She met Mairon, Aulë’s apprentice, just once in the west. It was during Telperion’s hours, and he had come looking for her.
‘Fire’s alright,’ she told him, grudgingly looking at his lantern. ‘But it’s the rest of the light. It blinds.’
‘It reveals things which would rather be hidden,’ said Mairon, gazing into the small flame with an unreadable expression. But she shook her head.
‘It does not.It blinds me, it makes it impossible to see anything. Light is glaring and blaring and blocks out everything else. In darkness there is peace, and clarity.’
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