The Spark and the Captive (2/?)
Title: The Spark and the Captive
Rated: PG-13
Characters: Melkor / Morgoth, Eru Ilúvatar, Manwë, Ulmo, Yavanna, Nienna
Warning: Angst, Incest, Slash
Summary: Melkor was never evil, he was simply himself.
Notes: There will be some exploring of relationships on my behalf. I never did like traditions and clichés and I will happily stomp them into the ground. As good as I will be able to, because this is my first Tolkien story. My eternal thanks belongs to trollmela, who was kind enough to beta read.
01. Fire
I’m still burning. My fire is still consuming me. Flames are engulfing me and reflect my mood. Right now I’m lighting the sky with short intense flashes (lightning, they will call it later) and my brothers and sisters carefully make room.
Oh, I despise them. Those who look at me carefully and then back away, because they fear me. Fear me. I wonder why. I repeat the words in my mind. Definition, the exact meaning of a word, is everything.
Fear. Me.
Fear: an unpleasant emotion.
Me: pronoun, first person singular.
It does make sense. I’m the first singular person Eru has created (I cannot say Father. The definition does not fit in my perspective) and fear is the belief that someone (me) or something (my fire) is dangerous (perhaps), likely to cause pain (true) or a threat.
The last one I do not understand. Danger and the cause of pain come from the possibility of being harmed by me. This is likely for everyone, who isn’t close to me or ready to feed my flames (paying tribute or showing respect), because it takes a great effort not to burn. Not to consume everything around me.
Does it make me a threat?
I have to admit: Yes.
Yes, I’m a threat. First and foremost to Yavanna, who leaves her belongings lying around. Yavanna especially resents my flames, me burning her, because it hurts.
It hurts her to be burnt. It hurts me not to burn.
(And it hurts me to hurt her.)
Eru, did you create us to be hurt and cause harm to other only?
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Rated: PG-13
Characters: Melkor / Morgoth, Eru Ilúvatar, Manwë, Ulmo, Yavanna, Nienna
Warning: Angst, Incest, Slash
Summary: Melkor was never evil, he was simply himself.
Notes: There will be some exploring of relationships on my behalf. I never did like traditions and clichés and I will happily stomp them into the ground. As good as I will be able to, because this is my first Tolkien story. My eternal thanks belongs to trollmela, who was kind enough to beta read.
01. Fire
I’m still burning. My fire is still consuming me. Flames are engulfing me and reflect my mood. Right now I’m lighting the sky with short intense flashes (lightning, they will call it later) and my brothers and sisters carefully make room.
Oh, I despise them. Those who look at me carefully and then back away, because they fear me. Fear me. I wonder why. I repeat the words in my mind. Definition, the exact meaning of a word, is everything.
Fear. Me.
Fear: an unpleasant emotion.
Me: pronoun, first person singular.
It does make sense. I’m the first singular person Eru has created (I cannot say Father. The definition does not fit in my perspective) and fear is the belief that someone (me) or something (my fire) is dangerous (perhaps), likely to cause pain (true) or a threat.
The last one I do not understand. Danger and the cause of pain come from the possibility of being harmed by me. This is likely for everyone, who isn’t close to me or ready to feed my flames (paying tribute or showing respect), because it takes a great effort not to burn. Not to consume everything around me.
Does it make me a threat?
I have to admit: Yes.
Yes, I’m a threat. First and foremost to Yavanna, who leaves her belongings lying around. Yavanna especially resents my flames, me burning her, because it hurts.
It hurts her to be burnt. It hurts me not to burn.
(And it hurts me to hurt her.)
Eru, did you create us to be hurt and cause harm to other only?
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