160: What song best describes your life?
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namoBefore the gates of Valmar Melkor abased himself at the feet of Manwë and sued for pardon, vowing that if he might be made only the least of the free people of Valinor he would aid the Valar in all their works, and most of all in the healing of the many hurts that he had done to the world. And Nienna aided his prayer; but Mandos was silent.
Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself
He could stop it with a word.
All that he sees and knows in that moment. Melkor was false in his sincerity. Námo knew that. Better even than Melkor himself.
Seated on his throne between Manwë and Nienna, Námo seemed a dark shadow. His eyes were steady; to any who gazed upon him would see nothing but masked sapphires glittering. Behind the tranquil surface raged emotion he could never permit himself to express. Guilt for deeds yet to be done, anger for words yet unspoken, and deep sorrow for wounds yet to be made.
His memory was long. His foresight longer.
All that would happen has happened in the mind of Mandos, and it is the knowledge of all that will come which troubles him now. Shackled and brought low, Melkor was not a threat. Released, however, he would wreak such havoc that it would bring the Valar to their knees.
All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings are waiting to begin
If he didn't know what was to happen, he could stop it from happening. But, because he did know, it must therefore happen. And if his knowledge was the only thing forcing it into being, then didn't that mean that he was causing it to happen by knowing it must?
The poisoning of the Noldor.
The darkening of the Two Trees.
The death of a great king.
The theft of the Silmarils.
The slaying of Elf by Elf.
The future was a great river of blood before Námo's all-seeing eyes.
He could stop it with a word.
But he said nothing.
Then Manwë granted him pardon; but the Valar would not yet suffer him to depart beyond their sight and vigilance, and he was constrained to dwell within the gates of Valmar.
(Song used: Slipknot - Circle)
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 252 (not counting lyrics and quoted text)
Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself
He could stop it with a word.
All that he sees and knows in that moment. Melkor was false in his sincerity. Námo knew that. Better even than Melkor himself.
Seated on his throne between Manwë and Nienna, Námo seemed a dark shadow. His eyes were steady; to any who gazed upon him would see nothing but masked sapphires glittering. Behind the tranquil surface raged emotion he could never permit himself to express. Guilt for deeds yet to be done, anger for words yet unspoken, and deep sorrow for wounds yet to be made.
His memory was long. His foresight longer.
All that would happen has happened in the mind of Mandos, and it is the knowledge of all that will come which troubles him now. Shackled and brought low, Melkor was not a threat. Released, however, he would wreak such havoc that it would bring the Valar to their knees.
All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings are waiting to begin
If he didn't know what was to happen, he could stop it from happening. But, because he did know, it must therefore happen. And if his knowledge was the only thing forcing it into being, then didn't that mean that he was causing it to happen by knowing it must?
The poisoning of the Noldor.
The darkening of the Two Trees.
The death of a great king.
The theft of the Silmarils.
The slaying of Elf by Elf.
The future was a great river of blood before Námo's all-seeing eyes.
He could stop it with a word.
But he said nothing.
Then Manwë granted him pardon; but the Valar would not yet suffer him to depart beyond their sight and vigilance, and he was constrained to dwell within the gates of Valmar.
(Song used: Slipknot - Circle)
Muse: Námo
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Word Count: 252 (not counting lyrics and quoted text)
