Namek
ImTired
Melkor whispers back to Sokeyr.
"Don't worry about me. Our first priority is preventing war, which would end bad for them, and for us."
He now stands up from his chair, and walks to the middle of the circle, so eceryone can see him clearly. He looks at the queen, since she is the one he will probably be talking most towards now.
"If I insulted you with my attitude, I'm sorry. I used to be viler, until I realised I would need to use other methods to reach my goals.
"You certainly have thought things through, yet you put to much trust in the ones which follow you. Surely a lot of them are nice and will follow your ideals until the very end. There is only one problem, only one of them needs to be a rotten apple, you know what I mean? I've been studying the minds of men and other mortals alike for longer than most written history even goes. You know what I saw?"
The Dark Lord streches his arm and opens his hand. In it dance little flickering flames. Melkor surely had to focus himself to the absolute maximum to do this while in the barrier.
In the flames the queen sees a memory of the past.
Two armies were clashing, proud Noldorians and men were fighting together against an army of orcs, and other men... They seemed surprised that they were betrayed, and their force was driven back...
The flames flicker for a moment, as they move on to another memory.
A rather small person, looking like an elf, was talking to a man sitting in a throne, probably a king.
"O great Ar-Pharazôn, you called me here?"
"Yes indeed, Sauron. I need your advice. The people are unhappy and jealous. They are mad at the Valar, because they were not made immortal like the elves."
"But, haven't you heard the tales then, of the great King Morgoth? He is the strongest of the Valar, cast out because the others envied him. Pray to him, build a temple. I'm sure he will grant your people the immortality they deserve."
Melkor closes his hand, tired from exercising this power inside the barrier. The flames vanishes.
"Every time they were offered power and eternal life, they betrayed what they swore to protect. Not all of them, for some remained loyal to their ideals. You know what that king did? He chopped down the White Tree, symbol of his people and sacrificed it to me, in a temple dedicated to me. You want to know the most surprising part of all this? I wasn't even present in the world around that time, but was locked away."
The Dark Lord sits down again on his chair, and swipes a droplet of sweat away off his forehead.
"I'm not treating you as a child, your majesty. I just want us to get treated fair when you talk about our past. I don't blame you for thinking bad about us, yet would you find it just to get condamned for something you did over 2000 years ago?"
