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I've been reading Fate and Free Will (as you do) and on a single page I find these two:
Will first appeared with the Ainur/ Valar, but except for Melkor and those he dominated their wills being in accord with Eru effected little change in Ambar or deflected Umbar.
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Gandalf was not “fated” to act as he did then. (Indeed his actions were most odd, idiosyncratic, and unexpectable: Gandalf was a powerful “free will” let loose, as it were, among the physical “chances” of the world).
The "Gandalf originally a Maia of Melkor" hypothesis looks stronger than ever.
The funny thing is that both Melkor and Eönwë have wet dreams about joining Mairon and Arien for a threesome.
The difference is that at least one of them has no chance whatsoever.
oromë really was the dark rider from the elves’ cuiviénen horror stories
This was not actually Oromë’s fault and he never ate anybody, but the elves of Cuiviénen came to fear him without any trickery on Melkor’s part.
As a fan of eldritch Valar, many-eyed angels, and shape-shifting deities of all kinds I believe the ainur only manifest fana, the physical forms they clothe their spirits in, in the likeness of the Children when they choose to mimic them in order to avoid discomfort or learn more about Incarnates. Born beyond the borders of the material world the ainur do not need to eat or drink or breathe or converse with their voices rather than their thoughts. Left to themselves they won’t always take forms that are humanoid; Manwë loves to fly with the feel of the winds beneath his wings and Vairë’s weaving goes faster with six hands than two. Even after the elves arrived in Aman Yvanna often takes an appearance more similar to an ent’s than an elf’s.
During the early Years of the Trees, before Oromë discovers the elves at Cuiviénen, the ainur who have made their homes in Valinor and the rest of Aman still have only what vague impressions of their creator the One’s as then unmade Children they gleaned during the Music – they don’t really know what the Children look or sound like yet. Oromë the Hunter traverses Middle-earth in a fana with a magnificent gleaming set of carnivores’ teeth, clawed, fifteen-feet tall, the ground shaking beneath the eight mighty hooves of his steed Nahar. The elves make the understandable decision to avoid the giant predatory thing big enough to eat them at all costs.
Melkor moves subtly, not wanting to draw the attention of his brethren after his humiliation by Tulkas. The elves do not always notice him and so he notices them. He has not yet lost his ability to reshape his fana as he will after being wounded; if one guise become suspicious he can fabricate another. Soon any elf he meets is never seen again, bearing no tale of what they saw back to Cuiviénen.
Oromë rushes towards the elves when he first hears their singing but then slows, realising they are afraid. He dismounts from Nahar and reworks his fana as he edges closer; losing the claws, compressing his form as much as he can on short notice, growing the fur on his head out while thinning that which covers the rest of his body. By the time he is seated by their fire the elves imagine the fangs must have been a just a case of the eyes being blinded by what the mind expects to see.
“For by after-knowledge the wise declare that Melkor, ever watchful, was first aware of the awakening of the Quendi, and sent shadows and evil spirits to spy upon them and waylay them. So it came to pass, some years ere the coming of Oromë, that if any of the Elves strayed far abroad, alone or few together, they would often vanish, and never return; and the Quendi said that the Hunter had caught them, and they were afraid. And indeed the most ancient songs of the Elves, of which echoes are remembered still in the West, tell of the shadow-shapes that walked in the hills above Cuiviénen, or would pass suddenly over the stars; and of the dark Rider upon his wild horse that pursued those that wandered to take them and devour them. Now Melkor greatly hated and feared the riding of Oromë, and either he sent indeed his dark servants as riders, or he set lying whispers abroad, for the purpose that the Quendi should shun Oromë, if ever they should meet.” On the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor
The Silmarillion’s phrasing tells us that this part of the history it relates was not what the elves who lived during that period believed at the time and, more importantly, it wasn’t information gained by asking Oromë. Even though Oromë was available to be asked, both at the meeting at Cuiviénen and after the Noldor had followed him west and were living in Aman. “The wise” can’t even agree whether Melkor had his minions masquerade as fake scary Riders or spread ill-rumours so that the elves would assume the worst of the Rider they saw.
The elves are far from immune of falling into the trap of believing that what they perceive as beauty is a mark of goodness and, conversely, ugliness of evil. ‘Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor’ also tells of the origins of the orcs and the first word used to describe them is “hideous”. Hideous – not cruel or misfortunate or endless in enmity or broken by suffering, but hideous. Appearance is what is given as the principal distinction between the elves and their hated enemy rather than behaviour or belief. I don’t think the idea that a being they had assumed was preying on them because he was alien and terrifying had in fact never done or wished the elves harm – who in fact sought to befriend and aid them – sat comfortably in the Noldor’s worldview. Easier to challenge the old story than the old biases.
Sorry for more brainrot and low effort stuff, but since i read the posts by @writingqueen456 casting Robert Pattinson as Melkor I have not stopped thinking about it.
Im currently obsessed with timelapse videos so enjoy that as well
music:
Mairon: Babe, I need to borrow Grond. There’s a huge spider in the living room.
Melkor: Mai, can’t you just use your shoe or something? I know you don’t like spiders but that’s a bit excessive, isn’t it?
*Mairon grabs Melkor and drags him into the living room*
Melkor: *sees Ungoliant*
Melkor:
Melkor: Grond is in the umbrella stand in the entryway. Ancalagon is out back with Thuri right now if you need him as well. Now if you don’t mind me, I have some business to attend to.
*Melkor runs away screaming*
Morgoth: Why does everyone assume the worst of me?
Manwë: It saves time.
The Valar: I don't think it's possible for Melkor to be any more goth
Melkor: flies by on a dragon with both middle fingers up and a dramatic black cloak "the name's Morgoth now fuckers!"
The Valar: well shit...