Dark Lord on his dark throne, he watches, mesmerised despite himself. Already his minions have fallen into slumber.
I scarcely dare breathe as I move. I scarcely dare move, yet I do.
Dance! Do not think. Dance.
Yes, look at me, Morgoth. I know your thoughts. I know the price should I fail. Look at me. Am I not comely? Melian's daughter, fair Lúthien? Am I in your dreams? Do you dream of taking me? Do you dream?
Watch. Listen to my song. Follow my every move.
And dream. Let yourself be soothed, for a while.
Originally written for Erulisse's birthday. Her request: "...stories that focus on early days - prior to the Last Alliance. Pull back all the way to the time of the Two Trees if you desire. "
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