It has been too long a time since Morgoth fed upon the fear of the Mansion Dwellers. He feels His power diminishing because of it, or perhaps it is that He needs it to feel alive ( Read more... )

It has been a time since the Mansion experienced any type of trouble. By the Dark Lord's account, the Crafty Vala's, far too long. From the void where He is confined, He observes, awaits an opportunity. His armies may be amassing, or not, He is not ready for an onslaught just yet ( Read more... )

It has taken time for this to happen, for the Dark Lord to gather it all, his influence of that which is not Arda but close enough to it, that which he hates about all else for the light of it remains a beacon ( Read more... )

From the dark confines of the vortex of nothingness where his consciousness lurks, Morgoth has been observing. Waiting. Counting ( Read more... )

Hisoka hears the click of a boot heel on cement, and becomes aware that the feet are his own. His red-gold hair ruffles in the moving air, and moisture beads on it. A fine mist of icy rain is wafting over the terrace where he stands. He is dressed in a naval uniform of the late 1890s or early 1900s, a brass-buttoned jacket belted over well- ( Read more... )

Morgoth has been observing. First, it was the intriguing being with the purple eyes and the elflings, scouring the forest for snakes, toads, spiders and the like. Then it was again this same being and an Atan, placing them in various places throughout the Mansion - mice in drawers, beetles on tables, snakes in cupboards, etc.

The traps amused ( Read more... )

( Cut for black magic, bloodletting and creepiness... )

He went down cursing the Dark Lord - the Enemy, and reminding his sons of their Sacred Duty, now sacred twice over.  He went, then, out to a place unnamed, and his spirit for a time remained in an unexplored and untold limbo.

When Feanaro Finwion finds himself suddenly in a forest, he is quite lost, though loath to admit it, even to himself. ( Read more... )

Early risers this morning may notice that a large patch of the thick snow has melted. However, this realization may be delayed by the surprise of finding a dragon on the front lawn, steaming in a way that might be rather alarming ( Read more... )

Morgoth has been observing. More to the point, he's been paying shrewd attention. The witches - by which he means the Edain and the Elda who have fought him before - are distracted. He has noticed the Merlin's increased reluctance to use magic. All this became very convenient... when he saw that suddenly there was a breach in the fabric of this ( Read more... )