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∬ 🝀 . 𝖂𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗚𝗢, 𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 ━━━ ⟢ Private interpretation of Lord Melkor / The Dark Lord Morgoth from Tolkien's Legendarium. Based on The Silmarillion, inspiration drawn from Tolkien's letters and The History of Middle Earth, with due regard for the Gothic and the Grotesque. Dark content lies ahead, proceed with caution. * ⁽ 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖙𝖔 ienemy.

₍ 𝖎. ₎ 𝕮arrd. ₍ 𝖎𝖎. ₎ 𝕮ompanion. ₍ 𝖎𝖎𝖎. ₎ 𝕾auron.

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𝕬 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙂𝙊𝘿𝙎, 𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙎 & 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎. A descent into madness. Absolute corruption. Dark myths and darker folklore. The degree of chaos in all living things, and the destructive force of nature. The hoard of power. Eternal hate, immortal greed. The theological debate between good and evil.

#NARRATED BY DOLL. SHE / HER. 21 +#vibes & atrocities <3

for shits and giggles .. 🐉

#tbd.#i don't know if he gets this game but here we go.#@ melkor are u aware these amount to threats not preferences... ( he isn't aware. )

how did Manwe see him walk out of the Halls of Mandos like this and think, "Yes, he is redeemed 😇"

#🝀 . ╯ ( the dark lord ) — then evil came like a flood. ╰#he's so morbidly intriguing to me i just.......#one thing about Melkor.. he WILL have a good laugh about it.#he does everything based on vibes and laughs #( <- Mairon's trying to make the vibes into a plan. )

asharpglance

The darkness was stifling, creeping in through every orifice until it was within him; suffocating him, drowning him. Angband sprawled in a seemingly endless swathe of despair beneath the ground, vast in size and yet impressively claustrophobic despite it. Maeglin had only heard tales of its horrors before his capture. Not one of them could have prepared him for the true experience.

His fellow miners, his people, had been killed. He knew it in his heart. Eru forgive him, he'd even hoped for it. At least they would be free of the endless torment.

As the deepest shadow of all engulfed his battered frame, Maeglin felt all fragments of hope left within him extinguish. The chains felt somehow heavier, the bars more foreboding. There would be no leaving Angband. Of that, he was certain.

Not even his fëa could escape, he wagered.

"I did not welcome you..."

His voice, though carrying a trace of that power it had once held, sounded timorous to his own ears. Though he was no craven, Maeglin did indeed fear Melkor. How could he not?

Your pain is of your own making.

That sounded awfully familiar, and for a moment, his mind lurched back to his youth, to Nan Elmoth.

Only for a moment.

The clawed gauntlet beckoned, and Maeglin wept. His once fine clothing (sensible, for mining, and yet such a luxurious black velvet) had been reduced to rags about his slender body. Hunger pains assaulted his senses, and he knew he had to obey. Even further torture would be preferable to being left to languish in darkness and his own mind.

A trembling hand reached out, settled in the palm of Morgoth's armoured one. A little surrender. One of many.

"Please, I'm hungry..."

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stmelkor

𝕾HADOWS HATH GNAWED UPON THE LIGHT LIKE RATS STARVED. And where Lord Melkor knelt, the cascade of his cloak upon the bloodied stone eclipsed even darkness, smothering the dying embers of the torches cornicing the labyrinthine corridors. A low rumble welled up from his chest for that little bit of defiance Maeglin had mustered, a resonance dark and terrible, spilling out betwixt the gleam of sharp teeth. Thus, the claws of his Voice even now abraded the elven spirit, tearing at the ruined fortress of his mind.

And lo, when Maeglin came unto his grasp, the Dark Lord feigned goodwill, and in his iron gauntlet did he take the slender hand of the lordling. The mighty gaze of the Enemy lingered upon him, tracing the ragged cloak, the fine bones trembling beneath pale skin, the tracks of tears glinting on his cheeks. A slow, dark amusement curled in Melkor, ❛ Ah, so the tongue betrays what pride would starve! ❜

The chain, woven tight around the elf's wrists, is coiled in Melkor's grasp, and he pulls with no thought for the flesh, raw and rent beneath the mighty steel. ❛ Think not that I am without mercy, princeling. I would not have you perish nameless on cold stone, gnawed hollow by your own ribs. ❜ With effortless strength, the Lord lifted him off the dirty floor and carried him out into the passageways.

༘⋆༄.

INTO THE MAW OF A BLACK HALL, the frail creature was deposited upon a wooden chair as though it were a throne, much to the mirth of the Lord, for he delighted in such mockery of elves. Pillars rose etched with twisted gargoyles, carved with writhing shapes that seemed to shiver in the dim light.

❛ Unlike your brethren, I do not deny your petition. ❜ Melkor crouched beside him, gauntleted hand upon his shouder, claw waving forth toward the long table set for one. His command carries through the hall, ❛ Let our guest take his feast. ❜ And from the darkness, a hulking, orcish servant emerged bearing a steaming vessel. The warm stew was served before Maeglin, steam rising in thick coils. Feast, the Lord had said, for indeed to one starved, the chunks of meat and root vegetable would amount to a banquet.

#asharpglance #🝀 . ╯ ( scripture ) — hail horrors hail!#this is months old so absolutely feel free to disregard #but also... ow.

also, the fact that I haven't had the chance to explore the thematic fuckery that is the melkor & feanor dynamic is a sin.

#someone write feanor so i don't do it myself #( i cannot be managing such a diabolical roster of muses )#tbd.#imagine being the one to say “fuck you” to THEE ENEMY....#ironically melkor's favourite elves are probably the feanorians. they will forever & always be the bane of his existence #( and yet the most entertaining of the bunch ... their anger fuels him fr. )

my favourite concept is melkor imprisoned in some capacity or other ( of course ) but what if ... au in which your muse is either spiritually connected to him in some or other, OR his jailor OR both 👁👁

#tbd.#so many thoughts #because who wouldn't an eldritch god haunting their premises

leithien

Aims a sword @stmelkor 's neck

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chin slants upon clawed hand, as the dark lord inclines upon his seat, in tandem. his gaze falls down upon her, and the brandished weapon, and it is nought but amused for that boldness of hers. he scoffs at last, ❛ you have conquered me, indeed. i lay defeated. shall i sue for grace? ❜

#leithien #( ahahah perfect. stab him please )#<- he's like if i were to stand up rn you won't be able to REACH my neck 🙄

probation-in-valinor era melkor, thank you.

#tbd.#jailcrow era even... if you will...#anyway i have an exam tomorrow and then another one and then i'm travelling immediately after for a week :')#so i shall continue being virtually non-existent here #and writing likely won't happen until i'm back #may i apologize with one (1) evil vala...

pointing a dagger / sword at melkor is something that can actually be so personal…

#tbd.#and he would be so amused <3 #totally worth the risk of being maimed if i dare say so.

ivvanaga

#papa’s in the house

#🝀 . ╯ ( moodboard ) — no sun rises where i breathe.

i do strongly believe that... when he managed to engineer ancalagon, ( a drake... WITH WINGS this time! keeping in mind that melkor has always coveted flight to be able to compete with manwe, but could never quite figure it out ) all of angband had to hear about it every day for at least a month.

#holding up hatchling ancalagon: could a depressed vala MAKE THIS.#rip morgoth you would have loved smaug

can i interest you in the lord of all, giver of freedom, etc etc.

#🝀 . ╯ ( the dark lord ) — then evil came like a flood. ╰#<- sorry who left this propaganda here #throw him in the void!!#anyway i just think he's neat. i have so many thoughts he won't leave me alone.

∬ ༘⋆༄. @asharpglance saith, I HAVE FELT YOU CRAWLING LIKE A SERPENT IN MY BODY.

TIME WITHERS IN THE DARK, LIKE A DREAM, decomposing from the edges inward until all that was left for metaphor was a bleak haze. the depths of angband, this spiraling inferno, knew neither dusk nor dawn. it is as melkor enjoys it, vast and unknowlable, impenetrable. none but he and his servants might manoeuvre their way around the stifling darkness, where the darkness is deepest. here, a cell hewn deep within the endless labyrinths of the fortress, damp stone stained carnelian.

lord melkor's shadow cascades around the imprisoned elf upon his entrance, growing narrower as he strides forward, and even the orcs in their half-mind scatter away from their master's path, slinking away into the corridors. as the cell door hinges, he regards maeglin, and the delirious words amuse him, and he prowls closer, echoes howling where he steps.

❛ I have not crept where I was not welcomed. ❜ of elves and their insolence, ever has he tired! alas, he covets the hidden city, and for the secret of its location, he would humour the captured elfling wretch himself. chiding in taunt, he says, ❛ your pain is of your own making. did I bid you stray beyond the bounds of your kingdom? ❜

to anatomize the mind is an ordeal bloodier than the dissection of the flesh. no such torment than one's soul left raw, skinned of its secrets. and thus, the dark lord crouches near the shackled, broken thing that had been the noldor's kin, one arm resting idly upon his knee, his presence filling every shadowed space between them. he beckons, deceptively calm, armoured hand outstretched, ❛ come, the floor befits you not, little prince. you are no stranger to the dark... will you not treat with me? ❜

#asharpglance #🝀 . ╯ ( scripture ) — hail horrors hail!#this is taking every ounce of melkor's patience; he should've just gotten mairon on it 😮‍💨

∬ ༘⋆༄. @m0rlain saith, I AM NO ONE. I AM HIS SERVANT.

THIS CHASM LIGHT DEVOURS, WHERE GREAT UTUMNO YAWNS IN DREAD. these black-wrought halls split the earths and skies, pandemonium for fiends, where the valar's eyes do no reach. tortures, eternal, here dwell. and in the grand hall of the citadel, upon a dreadful throne sits the foe, attending his court of horrors, ❛ you are well-suited to my lieutenant’s whims, indeed. if he has found use for you, I have no cause to deny him. but know this—what is his is mine, and his will bends ever to mine own. ❜ and the weight of his voice falls like great stones into silence.

she is beckoned thus, hauled forth so dark gaze may feast upon this body bearing the ghost of tortures lain upon its flesh. the experiments had been enlightening. alas, what became of the miserable creatures subject to dark alchemy was nought but a fleeting thought within lord melkor's mind, for his attention waned with the moon's turn, and his patience was temptuous as tides, yet he distinctly remembers having left her to rot upon the stones. her being clothed, bathed, and fed, lord melkor supposed, was sauron's initiative. it irks him little and surprises him less, for his servant hath proven himself ever one to temper broken things. if it sharpened his mind, melkor was content to let him do as he pleased with one half-dead elf.

armoured claws sink within her pale, scarred cheek unto droplets of blood gleam like jewels, lifting her face with abating interest to gaze upon the remnant of the eldar's light flickering within her, ❛ odd, that he should take such care... ❜ and hooking a finger 'gainst the hem of her embroidered robes, he toys with the fabric. it is a fine material, and the thought amuses him greatly. ❛ I had thought you fit only for torment; alas! how fortunate you are, moriondiel, to be taken in gift. ❜

#m0rlain #🝀 . ╯ ( scripture ) — hail horrors hail!#ffs this is like when you have to get a dog for your dog #melkor's like 🙄 😮‍💨 fineee

i shan't torment anyone with melkor re: the height meme because his ' casual ' incarnate form is like 15-20 ft......

#tbd.#he was once able to shift into an even larger form but has since lost that ability #very restricted in physical manifestation...#you try to be creative once and get branded as evil and full of hate.. dear lord 🙄 everyone is so boring.#anyway #let him grab you by the scruff. let him toss u around <3

nightprompts

&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from nosferatu (2024), directed by robert eggers. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ come to me. ❜

❛ a guardian angel. a spirit of comfort. spirit of any celestial sphere. anything. hear my call. ❜

❛ you wakened me from an eternity of darkness. ❜

❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜

❛ and shall you be one with me ever-eternally? ❜

❛ come here. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❜

❛ i wish i could stay, my love. ❜

❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜

❛ i must tell you my dream. ❜

❛ i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death. ❜

❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜

❛ you mustn’t leave. i love you too much. ❜

❛ i will stay with you until you are fast asleep. ❜

❛ uh, forgive me. i only wish to stay one night. ❜

❛ by god’s name, never speak of that castle. ❜

❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic. ❜

❛ beware of his shadow. ❜

❛ the shadow covers you in a nightmare. ❜

❛ you are late. the midnight hour has passed. ❜

❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜

❛ i will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it.❜

❛ speak not of it again! ❜

❛ take heed what you do. ❜

❛ i might ease your wound. ❜

❛ come by the fire. ❜

❛ your face shows you unwell. ❜

❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜

❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜

❛ you are fortunate in your love. ❜

❛ now are we neighbors. ❜

❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜

❛ i have been enduring the most irregular dreams. i fear i am taken ill. ❜

❛ it is a black omen to journey in poor health. you will remain and well rest yourself. ❜

❛ dream of me. only me. ❜

❛ oh, he’s coming to me. ❜

❛ i cannot resist you, my love. ❜

❛ i am no one. i am his servant. ❜

❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜

❛ you are lost in his shadow. ❜

❛ soon i will no longer be a shadow to you. ❜

❛ soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one. ❜

❛ i have not failed your lordship! ❜

❛ embrace me, my boy. i am so rejoiced to see you. ❜

❛ my dear creature, yes, i am he, and i am hither come to help you. ❜

❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜

❛ does evil come from within us or from beyond? ❜

❛ i shall persist to join you every night… first in sleep, then in your arms. ❜

❛ everything will be mixed with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood. ❜

❛ you are promised to me! ❜

❛ i will end this plague. this devil. ❜

❛ he hasn’t found you. ❜

❛ i feared i’d never see you again. ❜

❛ you shall crave of me nothing. ❜

❛ the bells of dawn shall toll in despair of my coming. and i shall taste of you. ❜

❛ pray, forgive me for all the troubles i have caused you. ❜

❛ i am only glad you have become yourself again. ❜

❛ may i… stay with you tonight? ❜

❛ this creature is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself. ❜

❛ i have seen things in this world that would’ve made isaac newton crawl back into his mother’s womb. ❜

❛ i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel. ❜

❛ if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists. ❜

❛ i have felt you crawling like a serpent in my body. ❜

❛ love is inferior to you. ❜

❛ i told you, you are not of humankind. ❜

❛ i am an appetite. nothing more. ❜

❛ i lay within the darkest pit. till you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. ❜

❛ you are my affliction. ❜

❛ i care nothing of your afflictions. ❜

❛ yet even now we are fated. ❜

❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜

❛ you cannot love. ❜

❛ yet i cannot be sated without you. ❜

❛ remember how once we were? ❜

❛ i abhor you. ❜

❛ i will leave you three nights. tonight was the first. ❜

❛ tonight you denied yourself, and thereby, you suffer me to vanish up the lives of those you love. ❜

❛ you revel in my torture. ❜

❛ upon the third night, you will submit, or he you call your husband shall perish by my hand. ❜

❛ till you bid me come shall you watch the world become as naught. ❜

❛ tell me, what is this insufferable darkness? ❜

❛ nothing you can say will shake me, for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him. ❜

❛ i’ve brought this evil upon us. ❜

❛ i sought company. i sought… tenderness, and i called out. ❜

❛ at first, it was sweet. i had never known such bliss. yet it turned to torture. ❜

❛ it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜

❛ he took me as his lover then, and now he has come back. ❜

❛ all my sleeping thoughts are of him every night. ❜

❛ don’t touch me! i am not to be touched. ❜

❛ i’ll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ you could never please me as he could. ❜

❛ yes! take me! ❜

❛ kiss me. kiss my heart. ❜

❛ let him see. let him see our love. ❜

❛ without you, i will become a demon. ❜

❛ you’re safe with me. ❜

❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜

❛ he will murder you if i do not go to him. ❜

❛ kill him i will. he shall never harm you again. ❜

❛ i can weep no longer, for i have no more tears to shed. ❜

❛ the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind. ❜

❛ the monster left you to the wolves, yet you prevailed. ❜

❛ his pull to me is so powerful, so terrible, yet my spirit cannot be evil as his. ❜

❛ we must know evil to be able to destroy it. ❜

❛ you are our salvation. ❜

❛ i bid you, come to me. ❜

❛ your oath re-pledged. so too shall be our flesh. you are mine. ❜

#🝀 . ╯ ( prompts ) — the pathogenesis of evil is this.#oh >:)

stinky morgoth ( vardamaiden )

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#vardamaiden #and tell varda she's a bi-

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