(Author note: I got a little inspired by the request with the embodiment of the void. Reader is a creature from the void, having been sent on a mission on Arda. No specific elf. Any elf is allowed by your mind. )
After a surprise confession of love from your elven friend, you reveal them of your origin and embrace the feeling that slowly cures away the sense of hatred and hunger you have known your entire life.
Warnings: Melkor's influence being called an infection, mentions of uncontrolled anger and hatred, and mentions of lack of memories.
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"My friend, I did not mean to offend you after you revealed your... feelings for me," You said after finding them alone in the garden. You had been looking for them after they revealed their feelings for you and you gave no answer, causing them to misunderstand and take your silence for rejection.
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Your beloved elven friend asked, weary and having clearly been shedding tears from your supposed rejection.
"I was... surprised... Caught off guard," You answered, sitting beside them on the bench. "But the truth is... I feel the same for you," You revealed, causing them to look at you with widened eyes.
"But I must confess something first..." You added.
Your elf looked at you curiously and baffled.
"What... is it?" They asked.
"I am not of this world," You answered.
"What do you mean?" They asked, even more confused.
"I am a creature of the void," You revealed. "I was sent here on a mission given to me by my creator though it is unknown to me due to my lack of memories when I first came into this world," You explained.
"My memories are hazy, but I remember what I am and where I am from, and that I have a purpose here, " You then looked at them with shame in your eyes. "I am sorry that I didn't tell you earlier,"
"Why... why didn't you tell me?" Your elf asked.
"I was afraid of scaring you, especially with my... infection," You replied.
"Infection?" They looked at you with a frown.
"The reason for my sudden bursts of anger and fear of light," You answered.
"Many eons ago. Before Arda was even formed. I lived in the domain of my creator, the void. The one you call Morgoth visited the void many times, seeking something to surpass Illuvatar. His ambitions, jealousy, greed, and hatred infected us. He is the reason why we desire to devour the light and possess uncontrollable hatred," You explained.
"Our creator could not cure us, thus we were never allowed to leave the void," You added, then touched the medallion against your chest.
"I was given this medallion to null my hunger and hatred, but Morgoth's presence in this world powers those feelings inside me, making it difficult to avoid causing harm," You said.
"That sounds awful," Your beloved elf said with sympathy in their eyes.
"It is, but then I met you," You looked at them. "It was hard for to me understand these new emotions as I was scared they would make me do awful things like how hatred and greed did, but then I learned there are pleasant emotions,"
"Like joy, excitement, compassion... and love," You smiled then looked at the elf before you with love in your eyes.
"I have come to be incredibly fond of you. This feeling of love... is like a wind breezing against my face, and suddenly, I do not feel so hateful anymore and the only greed I feel is for this love," You held their hands against your heart.
"Perhaps... this love could be the cure for this infection," You said as you two then reveled in the love shared between you.
Your lover was taken by the orcs. Seeing them hurt and bleeding causes you to break and show the true strength of your devotion to them.
Warnings: They/Them used to describe your lover, violence, injuries, black veins, sickness, eating orcs alive, and a bit of angst.
(I was hella inspired by this song. Hope you enjoy it. )
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Your sweet lover's senses were dulled when they were captured by the orcs and taken to Angband, a fortress that was the embodiment of all that is hell. Their hands and limbs were chained and cuffed. The orcs paraded them around in mockery, enjoying their pain and terror. A last show before they would take your lover to the torture chambers to snuff out their light and twist them into one of them, an abomination. Your lover’s thoughts remained on you, remembering your distressed screams and desperate attempts to reach them before orcs took them away. Your lover knew you would likely try to come for them — you felt things deeply and loyalty was part of your nature. They were the qualities your lover adored about you. However, this time, your lover hoped you would stay away. They knew how the evil of Angband and the presence of the dark lord would affect you and the darkness that haunted you from within.
However, they were wrong about your devotion to them.
You had come to them, secretly entered the fortress, and found them. You broke your lover’s chains and led them through the tunnels you came from. You looked sick. The medallion, given by your creator allowed you a certain amount of control, but inside Angband, its influence was weak. Your eyes were dark and black veins dressed your pale skin, threatening to break out. Your lover could sense the raging hunger you held back with all your strength, making you breathe heavily and walk nearly disoriented. It was clear to them you were at your limits, yet for them, you pushed back the instincts that threatened to take control and unleash hell.
Watching you in pain was awful to your lover. They pleaded for you to flee as you were not thinking straight and at your limits. However, you refused, unwilling to leave them behind.
The alarms were set when the orcs found you. In your limits yet still in incredible control, you protected your lover from raining arrows, growing what seemed to be a wing made out of black mass from your body to shield them. Your lover was taken aback as it was the first time they had seen glimpses of your true form. But you did not waste time showing any more of yourself to them and dragged them as orcs began chasing you.
Your lover watched as you killed every orc that came in your way. They could feel the rage and hunger in your every kill, yet you still pushed yourself to remain in control. They admired your strength but it did not ease the worry about your limits and how much you can hold back before you are driven mad by hatred and hunger.
The entrance was right there. Your lover felt hope as freedom was right in your reach, but then you were ambushed by the orcs and captured.
The orcs tore your lover away from you. You tried to reach out to them, screaming and struggling against the orcs who overpowered you by numbers. Your lover feebly tried to fight back when they saw the orcs striking you with maces, trying to chain and subdue you. They tried to fight back harder, but then they were hit in the head, causing them to be disoriented and feel blood run down their face.
Your lover saw the line between control and insanity break within your eyes when you saw them bleed. It was perhaps the last straw because before your lover lost consciousness, they heard the breaking of chains and the screams of orcs filling the caverns and saw your body become something dark, consuming all the light and life. Then everything became dark.
When your lover's senses finally returned to consciousness, they were surrounded by something. Like sensing they were awake, an orbs of light shone through the dark and they could see where they were. They were in some kind of cocoon. It was black and felt similar to the wing you used to protect them earlier. However, it felt different as it felt alive and all around them, holding them in its protective gentleness. Their ears and body were soothed by strange vibrations and sounds that were hard to describe yet caused no ill feeling.
Your lover then finds your medallion in their hands and slowly realizes that the black mass around them and the sounds… was you.
You have shared that your kind did not possess singular forms as you possessed no souls. That is why your true forms were unsightly and terrible compared to the forms of valar and life created by Illuvatar’s mind. Those were your words.
You never agreed to show your true form out of fear and concern for your lover’s well-being, yet your lover found themselves unharmed and unafraid.
The sensations that vibrated through your body and them felt like deep breaths of air and beats of a heart, which your lover found curious as you claimed your kind did not possess hearts. Your existence and body were one singularity. The orbs of light were likely lights you had consumed, now acting as lamps to comfort them. Your lover felt the sensations of your body like they were their own. They could feel your love for them, so gentle yet passionate.
These heightened senses allowed them to sense something else outside their protective cocoon. Your body was rumbling and sounds of distant screams reached their ears. It took them a moment to realize those screams of terror belonged to the orcs and the rumbling… was your singing, terrifying yet beautiful singing.
The song of your devotion and conviction made them feel safe within the darkness of your very form. They could not find themselves to share the terror the orcs and servants of Morgoth felt by the sight of you as your form marched through the fortress so heavily fortified yet helpless at the face of your power and song that devastated its very foundation.
They could only embrace the medallion in their hands and the light you shared within yourself for them, just to make them feel less afraid.
They could hear the screams. They could sense how you fed your hunger by devouring every orc and servant that dared to come in your way. They were crushed and absorbed into your body as you had no mouth.
Your lover could only imagine the horror the dark lord himself would feel at such might.
Your song was terrible, yet so comforting.
When you reach the outside world, your lover can feel the air around you. Your lover was lulled into a peaceful slumber as you did not stop there. You grew wings on your back and took flight, flying into the sky and taking them away from the dark lord’s fortress. The sensation of flying and safety allowed them to finally close their eyes and rest from your shared ordeal as you took them to safety.
When they woke up, they found themselves in a cave with all your travel bags. Your lover themself were placed on a stone bed and healed of all injuries they had sustained in Angband. It was like they were never injured in the first place. They glanced at your medallion in their hands before seeing a familiar black mass hover above them. It was like staring at a living black cloud and your lover’s eyes fell upon you after following their roots to the deeper corner of the cave.
You were sitting on a rock in your half-formed mortal body — your true form still spread around the cave from your back. Your eyes were at their blackest your lover had ever seen them and most of your skin was covered in black-like matter. Your lover was in a state of astonishment seeing you in this form. Your mortal body looked like broken glass, unable to fix its cracks and stop the flow of what they could describe as living darkness.
When you looked at your lover, you looked away — fear and shame in your eyes at the reality of them seeing your true form.
It was clear to your elven lover. You were afraid of their rejection of your dark and so-called abhorred form. However, they felt neither fear nor disgust.
Your lover rose from their stone bed and slowly approached you. You kept your head low, but when they kneeled before you, you looked at them and saw only love and acceptance in their eyes. They gently placed the medallion over your neck, returning it to its place against your chest. The medallion shone, allowing you to gain control and call back your true body. The black matter around the cave pulled back into your body, allowing you to shape back into your mortal disguise.
After the warmth returned to your skin and your eyes returned to their original color, you looked back into your lover as they still held acceptance and love in their eyes. You wanted to break into tears as you never imagined they would accept this side of you. Releasing a heavy sniff, your lover embraced you. They placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around them, clinging and unable to let go. Your ordeal together pushed back as you both reveled in each other’s embrace. Relief and adoration radiated from within your lover’s heart as they were prepared to write songs about your devotion to them, to share how no one should underestimate a creature of the void…
This is an outside pov from Darkness And Devotion.
Warnings: Horror theme, death, being devoured alive, destruction, and all the good horror stuff.
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The orcs and the other servants of Morgoth could only describe that day as the day the formless monster sang and bore its teeth.
No one truly knows what happened or where it came. Some heard alarms that someone was trying to escape with an elven thrall. No one thought much of it, to the savage orcs it was an invitation to hunt and punish the escapees. That’s what it was like when some thrall dared to try to escape. Angband’s residents believed it would be over before it began.
They were wrong as the formless monster then appeared.
It started with the screams of terror echoing through the iron hell. Some would have believed it was the screams of newly come prisoners, but these screams belonged to the orcs. It was enough to make everyone stop and see what was happening as the screams were silenced and the underground kingdom began to rumble.
A formless creature made out of pitch-black flesh climbed out of the pits. Several white eyes blazed from its body like torches. It released a horrible scream and right after its appearance, the torches and even the lava lost their light in its presence. The orcs and the other servants bled from their ears as the creature started singing a terrible song filled with hate and hunger as it began making its way through the iron fortress.
It grew limbs and changed shape. One moment it looked like a serpent, then one moment it looked like a wolf, before taking a shape that could only be described as a dragon with no face.
It snatched the orcs and those who tried to fight it with its tentacles, pulling them into its living mass where their bodies were broken and their screams were muffled by the living darkness. It devoured them, leaving behind nothing— not even splutters of blood.
Nothing stood against it, not even a balrog, who tried to stand against it. The formless monster devoured the mighty servant, snuffing out the flames and consuming the very being that caused terror among the people of Beleriand.
The orcs and servants fled after such a sight, desperate to avoid getting devoured by the formless monster. The iron halls that once echoed with banging of metal and screaming of thralls were now filled with a terrible song mixed with screams of those the monster devoured.
The monster broke through the main gate, destroying everything in its path. Outside, it grew wings and flew away and the song finally became silent. The destruction was unimaginable, yet there were no bodies, no blood, only damaged walls and constructions. No one could answer Morgoth on what happened or where the creature came from. Anyone who saw it either fled or was eaten. However, Morgoth showed no anger and ordered no one to go after the creature. He did not answer his servants, but they had a suspicion that their master knew what the creature was, or where it came from. He showed fear unlike any other.
The creature was never seen again, and the reconstruction it took to repair the damage it had done took years. No one spoke about it except hoping that it would never come back. The thralls knew among themselves the creature was the person who came to free their elven lover. They saw that person’s body break into the living darkness to protect its lover.
