Wynnie's brother told her about a tiny person called a 'hobbit' being held at the palace. Very banal. I only went with her because... she needed supervision. Not because I wanted to see it.

Really.


Aredhel: *puts Ruby down, making sure her sandals are on properly* There you are, dear. Go forth!

Ruby: *angry little noise about the sandals but heads down the path, avoiding the deeper snow*

Eol: It's.... you have the most interesting life, Ar

Aredhel: *laughs* I do seem to, don't I. *watches Ruby, slipping her hand into Eol's* My, she's adorable.

Eol: in a strange way... *squeezes Ar's hand and watches Ruby attack a dead plant that got in her way*

Melkor: Are you sure there's a tiny person this way, Theodwyn? I'm cold and I could be making orcs

Theodwyn: Somewhere around here! They said she was in the gardens!

Melkor: *squeezes through the gate* When do you think Gigi will notice us gone?

Theodwyn: *follows her, falling into the snow and working her way out* I don't know. Ten minutes?
( Melkor bites off more than he can chew... with Aredhel!? )


MO--EOWYN! MORTAL! HELP.

Melkor: *sleepy and curled up on Eowyn's lap*
Eowyn: *pets her*
Melkor: I set fire to the kitchen again
Eowyn: I noticed.
Melkor: Frying pans are hard
Eowyn: I'd like you not to cook when I'm not around. I don't know if we'll ever get the smell of burned monkey fur out of the place.
Melkor: Veaner is mad at me >.>
Eowyn: I can't really blame him. His poor tail.
Melkor: He was busy attacking Gigi. He just didn't notice
Eowyn: Yeah, I don't know if Gigi will ever come back again.
Melkor: o.o
Eowyn: Hopefully he'll not be too traumatized.
Melkor: Make him come back!
Eowyn: I'll do my best.
Melkor: Kay
Eowyn: Thanks for trying to clean up.
Melkor: I'm sorry about the flood
Eowyn: *nods* It's dry now.
Melkor: kay. *little snuggle*

It was then I realized she had adjusted to me.

I feel that my life has improved now that I have gained my new devoted minion, Veaner the monkey.

He does not sass me like Eowyn, nor does he throw fits and demand we play tag like Wyn--Theodwyn.

Although perhaps I could have done without him deciding to poop in Eowyn's laundry pile. I'm not sure how I'm going to pin this on Theodwyn, but I'm sure I can. I am Melkor, and my plans are infinitely impressive and genius.

It is a good thing Veaner is such a tiny monkey.

Not that I feel the slightest bit of remorse or, Father forbid, fear.

Yes.

I'll be in my closet with my crayons scheming.

Heel, Veaner.

!!!!!!!


!!!

MELKOR HAS A PET




*races off to show it to Eowyn*

As I was tired of my Dark Arts And Crafts for the day and NOT because it just wouldn't work for me, I decided to go attempt to improve the lot of my minion, Theodwyn.

Here is what occurred:

Melkor: *glares up at Noniel*
Noniel: *looks down at him* Yes?
Melkor: You annoy my minion. Cease it
Noniel: She's my baby sister and I will do anything I can to keep her safe. *pats*
Melkor: She doesn't like you. So I don't like you
Noniel: Of course she likes me! She just gets upset that she can't see her elf friend.
Melkor: She *hates* you.
Noniel: She does not hate me, Melly, and you will not make her think she does.
Melkor: Just repeating what she said
Noniel: No, you're not. Now stop it, Melly.
Melkor: Fine. Don't believe me, mortal
Noniel: *pats again* Please don't influence my baby sister badly.
Melkor: *grabs her hand and digs his nails in* Don't. Touch me.
Noniel: *winces slightly* Let go of my hand, Melly. Now.
Melkor: Learn your place. *lets go*
Noniel: You might want to learn your own, child. *annoyed look and rubs her hand a bit*
Melkor: I am Lord Melkor and my place is whatever I choose.
Noniel: And you -really- need to get over this 'Melkor' phase.
Melkor: Idiots. I'm surrounded by fools and idiots. *tosses his hands up in the air and walks away*
Noniel: *rolls her eyes* Ah. silly little girls.

Only one mortal may force me to suffer such indignities, and I shall take the secret of who this may be to my grave, though I shall never have one.

Eowyn: *hugs her Melly*
Melly: <333
Eowyn: Good girl.
Melly: She was touching me!
Eowyn: Well, she's family though. Don't hurt her.
Melly: Not my family
Eowyn: Mine. And so are you.
Melly: Hmph
Eowyn: Be nice.
Melly: If you give me a cupcake
Eowyn: What a coincidence! I just happen to have so cupcakes!
Melly: ^_^
Eowyn: *gives her one*
Melly: *sits in Eowyn's lap and noms happily*

Ahem.

I do not get the respect I deserve as your dark lord. I present to you a tale of those who will be smote when the reckoning comes.



Theodwyn: *pouncehugs Eowyn*
Eowyn: Wynnie! Hello! *hugs* Are you here to play with Melly?
Theodwyn: yes! is she here?
Eowyn: In her room. *smiles*
( And so my torments began )

This will not do! This will not do at all! Melkor will not tolerate this! This is too far!

( The source of Melkor's distress. Crushes are hard )

No progress made on my minion's offer to babysit me but I came up with a plan to make things a little safer around this blasted city which I assure you WILL pay when I decide to unleash my power again.

Melkor: *rummages through Maglor's things*
Maglor: You. *grabs her by the hair*
Melkor: *flail!*
Maglor: WHAT do you think you're doing?
Melkor: ... *holds up a craft* I was hiding it
Maglor: Why? I don't want your crap.
Melkor: it's a peace offering. Let go of my hair, elf
Maglor: *shoves her away* If it's a peace offering, why not give it to me face to face?
Melkor: because you'd stab me?
Maglor: And what's to stop me from doing it now?
Melkor: Uh...
Maglor: *draws a knife* Mmhmmn? I'm listening...
Melkor: I'm a little girl and you're in enough trouble these days?
Maglor: So what would a little more trouble hurt?
Melkor: *frantic squirm!*
Maglor: *grabs her by the hair and cuts a chunk of it off* This is my warning. I will remove a piece of you every time I see you. Now get out of here. *tosses the handful of hair in Melkor's face*
Melkor: *runs away*
Maglor: *satisfied for now*

...blast.

I'm going home.

this references something that really needs posted if I can just pin Thuringwethil's poster down for a few minutes. But you'll do fine.

Melkor: I FOUND MY VAMPIRE OMG
Eowyn: You did what, dear?
Melkor: I wandered off and a vampire found me! It's my vampire!
Eowyn: *narrows her eyes* What did I tell you about wandering off?
Melkor: ...you were giving someone surprise therapy *kicks a pebble and looks down guiltily*
Eowyn: I let you stay home by yourself, because you promised I could trust you. I guess I'm going to have to find a babysitter for you.
Melkor: NOOOO
Eowyn: We'll have to see if you can spend more time with Sexburg and Wynnie, I guess...

Melkor will not tolerate this foolishness.

Having been abandoned by my mortal, I have chosen to exercise my godly skills upon the kitchen.

It has been slow going and I fear that I may not be getting the chocolate cookies I so richly deserve.

Also, I need a fire extinguisher.

To avoid helping my mortal prepare for her pathetic dinner, I went to where Wynn--Theodwyn had been telling me she took her 'lessons'. Certainly I recall that I had been told not to approach elves, but who would realize this pathetic form was me? It is the perfect disguise.

I would just have to be careful how I recruited.

Melkor: *grabs at Maglor's new shiny*
Maglor: *eyes* Keep away.
Melkor: ...I'm just here to see Wynnie!
Maglor: I don't trust you. *hides the shiny* That is a gift for someone.
Melkor: >.> I seee
Maglor: I would kill even you for getting in my way of giving it to him
Melkor: I'm just a little girl!
Maglor: I would kill anyone who got in the way.
Melkor: you are messed up, lady
Maglor: ...probably, yes.
Melkor: you know... there's a church that can help you
Maglor: A church? But I already pray to Varda.
Melkor: but has Varda helped you with all this unfocused anger? The church of Melkor could help you channel it productively
Maglor: Do you want to know what I think of Melkor? I think he deserves to have his intestines ripped out and wrapped around his neck and then he should be hung from his own embattlements by them.
Melkor: ...I see. Well, sorry to take up your time! *prepares to flee*
Maglor: *grabs her by the hair* You know an awful lot about the dark one...
Melkor: ow! I was raised in it! Let go! *frantic tiny arm flail*
Maglor: *lets her go roughly* I never want to see you again.
Melkor: *glares up at her*
Maglor: Or would you rather meet my sword?!
Melkor: I'm not leaving the city!
Maglor: Well stay out of my sight, then
Melkor: fsst. *runs out the door*
Maglor: *rolls her eyes*
Melkor: and I'll smite her and I'll smite the rest of them and they'll all rue the day! *ranting to thin air and stomping around in a garden*

...;_;

( My mortal was not helpful )

So while my mortal was off affixing another of my fine creations to the bulletin board about her little 'party', I found myself alone with my brother after making my rounds to hand out recruiting pamphlets without leaving Eowyn's supervision.

Witness my attempts to sway him to my side, for it would truly be a jewel in my crown:

( Namo gives Melkor sugar )

It appears my mot- mortal has gotten Ideas into her head about 'helping' and 'interacting' and 'feeding'.

So after a long day of work, with a fortunate break by the skittle fountain, we have finished placing our invitations in the mailboxes of all the known time displaced mortals. This pleases Melkor, as I believe this will put them under my sway. Especially after they taste the tiny weiners I am planning to make.

The invitation:

I have fooled a mortal into giving me a residence and most certainly did not just let her railroad me with her 'concern' and 'caring' which I, MELKOR, do not require. Or want! She also got me new brushes and paper for my important godly work.

It has spared her punishment in her impertinence of calling me 'Melly'

Minion the first! Theodwyn!

( We have pamphlets to distribute! )

Greetings, citizens of Gondolin! Not that I am announcing this from a podium as befits my greatness as it appears that I... it does NOT appear that I cannot acquire one or terrorize a helpless elf into it. That is insanity. I have just chosen not to. I am biding my time. Luring you all into a sense of false security.

And I am most certainly not trapped in this form. I have merely chosen to... re-accomodate myself and this is not a punishment for who would dare 'punish' I, Melkor, like a mere child?

No, it is but an inconvenience that I shall do away with when I once again reveal my full power! Which I most certainly have and have only not used so far because it does not suit my purposes!

I cannot be restrained (except that one time) and I cannot be stopped! I am Morgoth!

I am... going to be laying low for a while. To get at your defenses. Not because I'm incapable of doing what I please.

Not at all.

And now, to complete my disguise with this clever chalk drawing I have made, which I certainly didn't do because it looked like fun because I am a dark lord and we don't have 'fun'.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I will fool these feeble minds.




I can handle this. I can handle anything. I will not be defeated!

Ten points!