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Now here's an interesting sight. Melkor sitting in a booth, cradling a small child. A child with flame-red hair and too-blue eyes. If you get close, you can hear the story he's telling the little boy.
"And then the other Valar locked Uncle Melkor in the dark forever and ever and ever. Because they were mean and didn't think that Uncle Melkor had good ideas about the way things should be. So rather than listen, they just locked him up in the dark."
"Dark bad!" squeaks Gabriel.
"Yes, that's right! Dark very bad. You wouldn't want to be locked up in the dark, would you? No, you wouldn't."
"And then the other Valar locked Uncle Melkor in the dark forever and ever and ever. Because they were mean and didn't think that Uncle Melkor had good ideas about the way things should be. So rather than listen, they just locked him up in the dark."
"Dark bad!" squeaks Gabriel.
"Yes, that's right! Dark very bad. You wouldn't want to be locked up in the dark, would you? No, you wouldn't."