ImTired Gash the Golden doesn't look comfortable with the appearance (and dissapearance) so close to the ship, then he sees that Morgoth, who still fully armored just warped back in.
"Boss, you have returned! Who is that out there?"
"I do not know."
"You are not letting him in, right?"
"Not until I know who he is and what he wants."
Melkor warps to outside the ship, as one of the Valar, he does not need air. He starts to grow even more in size, to an impressive 20 meters.
There the Marrer stood, wearing armor dark as the night, his helmet fully covering his face, and on the top of his helmet stood the black crown, with three small holes. As if some juwels were missing.
His voice sounded loud and clear, it seemed like the sound ignored the lack of air:
Who are you to call the Lord of The Dark?
What do you want?