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How I Accidentally Dark Lorded Arda (LOTR SI)
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Jevran
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How I Accidentally Dark Lorded Arda (LOTR SI)
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Prologue
"And then I was like, 'No dad! I wanna do Rock and Roll! It's my passion!' "
"Okay."
"And then he was all like, 'No son! You will do classical with the rest of your extended family and join the family orchestra! I will hear no arguments!' "
The extremely handsome man seated in front of me waved his hands animatedly, "I just wanted to make my own music! I just wanted to have my own voice heard! Do my own thing! Was that so bad?"
"Well," I hedged. "No…...but you have to admit that that was a pretty dick move you said you pulled. That seriously was not cool!"
"Hoh?" he raised a perfect eyebrow. His voice was honey. "Tell me….what was so bad about what I did?"
"Are you serious?" I demanded. "You wait until your family got together for a grand performance, your dad's magnum opus, and then in the middle of the symphony…..you pull out a guitar and rock out? I mean….Dude! Who does that?"
He sighed.
For the record, I'm straight. I know this because I love the female form --as evidenced by long hours of internet porn--, and I love putting that thing in that other thing –as my old girlfriend will tell you--.
But this guy…...he was what the Japanese Manga-ka had in mind when they invented the bishounen ideal.
Long silky hair fell in straight lines down to his shoulders in two waves that were parted down the middle. Perfect pencil thin eyebrows arched in perfect crescents over a pair of soulful green eyes located in a face that had flawless porcelain skin and a sharp pointed chin.
The rest of him was nothing to scoff at either.
Broad shoulders tapering down into a narrow dancers waist, and long legs that seemed to go on forever. The entire body concealed by a long sleeved white shirt that wasn't tucked in and black silk trousers that ended at a pair of black leather shoes. Genuine leather shoes, unless I was very much mistaken.
Suffice it to say, I questioned my sexuality.
"I tried to talk to him before that, Vic," he said sadly. "I swear I tried to talk to him many times. But he just wouldn't listen! In the end I had to take steps to get his attention."
"By ruining your dads big performance?" I demanded.
"The fault lies in both sides," he shrugged his perfect shoulders.
"Well….yes," I allowed. "Your dad sould have allowed you your creative freedom. You can't constrict art. It's like caging a songbird."
"Exactly," he nodded enthusiastically. "I'm glad you understand!"
"Eh?" I faltered at his perfect smile. "Well….regardless! You really should have talked to your dad about it and settled things without going to such extremes! Good communication is the key to a happy relationship."
"Communication takes two people, and both parties must make an effort," he looked at me reproachfully. "When your father refuses to listen, no matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you try…….then what?"
"Well…."
"You get his attention before you try again," he finished for me. "That's what I did."
I sighed.
I tried to picture the scene he had described.
His entire family had gathered for a grand musical performance, led by his dad. Then, when the performance was in full swing and the orchestra was playing like their lives depended on it, my new friend pulls out an electric guitar and lets loose.
That would have taken a pair of gigantic balls if nothing else.
"You have an answer to everything," I shook my head and reached for my coffee. "But my stance hasn't changed. As I said before, I can't fault you for wanting to make your own music independent of your dad. But you should have done something else to get his attention. Like boycotting the performance."
And let me tell you, it took all of my willpower to even disagree with this perfect man. He had an effect on me that no one else had.
"I should have," he nodded as he raised a white porcelain tea cup to his lips. "But I was so angry at the time I didn't consider it."
I sighed again, "And did things improve with your dad afterwards? Did he listen to you and let you make your own music?"
He snorted, "He yelled at me in front of the entire family and passed me over to make my brother the manager of the new building he had constructed and rented out to a bunch of newcomers to our town."
"Ah."
"Yes," he sipped his tea again. "That didn't go well."
"Not good tenants," I asked hesitantly.
"The worst," he said. "I tried to go and help out a couple of times. But they united behind my brother and ended up blaming me for everything that went wrong in the building. I became the scapegoat of choice."
"That sucks," I commiserated. "It's not as if you would deliberately cause trouble in the building."
He gave me a perfect bishounen smile with his perfect bishounen mouth, "Of course not. That would be ridiculous."
I sighed for the third time and looked down at my own tea cup, "Say Mel? How much longer do you think we'll have to wait for? Because I really just want to get this over with at this point."
Mel, that was the name he gave when he introduced himself, gave a sympathetic smile, "It depends. Some souls move on immediately. Some take longer."
We were both seated in a coffee shop that was painted a stark white and spotlessly clean, drinking tea out of white porcelain teacups.
While this might look like a scene out of everyday life, our circumstances were special.
You see, we were both dead.
I was your average office monkey who had died in a car accident. And Mel told me that he was a young man who dreamed of starting his own rock band when he was alive, who died by falling down the stairs when his family threw him out of the apartment building they shared and managed.
I felt nothing but sympathy for him.
A young musician whose own family didn't understand his vision!
I sniffled and hid it my sipping my tea.
Anyway, we were both in limbo, waiting to move on.
According to Mel, souls came here before they moved onto the afterlife that waited for them. But in some cases, it took a while.
In both our cases, it was taking a long while.
I was getting utterly fed up with this coffee shop.
My only solace and friend was Mel.
He comforted me when I first came here and helped me accept the fact that I was dead. Then he kept me company while I waited for my designated afterlife to come along. He was like me, a loafer. That is, a soul that has to wait a while before they are processed.
"Say, Vic?" Mel said as he sipped his tea again. "I didn't want to bring this up earlier because it would just give you false hope, but since it looks like you'd be here for a while, how would you like to help me out with something? It would involve you going back to Ar…..the mortal world."
The tea went up the wrong pipe and I choked.
"I don't mean live again!" Mel said hastily. "Once you are dead you are dead. I meant as a wraith. Or a ghost, if you prefer that term."
"Oh," I said as I let that sink in.
"Yes," Mel said. "I didn't tell you because it would hurt you needlessly. To see your loved ones weep over your dead body is not an experience I'd wish on anyone."
I sniffled.
"But," he continued. "I think a little sojourn back among the living might do you good. Lift your spirits while you wait."
"It would be nice to have a look around at least," I said. The prospect of seeing the human world again…..it made me feel strange. Happy, yes. But it also made me incredibly sad. The prospect of seeing something I could never again be a part of.
This must be why Mel kept it from me.
"I'll even give you a bit of my essence so that you can effect the mortal world and not just observe it," Mel was still talking.
"You mean telekinesis?" I asked. "Move things with my mind?"
"Exactly!" Mel smiled. "In exchange for my power, all I ask is that you do something for me while you're on the other side. Help me find closure with my family."
"Of course!" I agreed readily. "Anything for your help."
"Good," Mel lazily reached down and produced a paper from his trouser pocket and laid it on the table between us. "We both need to sign here. It formalizes our agreement and lets me give you a portion of my power. Read it carefully and sign."
I read it through.
It was rather short.
In exchange for the power to travel to the world of mortals and the ability to enter that world as a wraith wielding power enough to shape the world with my thoughts, I agree to grant a single boon to the one who gives me this power.
"What's the boon?" I asked. I trusted Mel, just needed to check.
"I want you to shake things up in my dads building a bit," he grinned at me. That didn't sound so bad. "Ruffle my siblings feathers a bit. I'll write down exactly what I want from you if you want."
"Fine," I took the pen he offered. "I trust you. I'll sign. Please do also write that letter though. I want specific instructions on what to do."
And I signed the paper.
Mel then took both paper and pen from me and signed his name next to mine, "Done! You'll feel a slight tingling sensation. Nothing to worry about. It's me moving you past the…..into the mortal world."
"Okay," I said, glancing down at the signed paper that lay on the paper between us.
There, next to my name of Victor, Mel had signed his full name. The hand writing was all curly, but it looked like his full name was Melkor.
I frowned.
I felt like I knew that name from somewhere.
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How I Accidentally Dark Lorded Arda (LOTR SI)
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Prologue
"And then I was like, 'No dad! I wanna do Rock and Roll! It's my passion!' "
"Okay."
"And then he was all like, 'No son! You will do classical with the rest of your extended family and join the family orchestra! I will hear no arguments!' "
The extremely handsome man seated in front of me waved his hands animatedly, "I just wanted to make my own music! I just wanted to have my own voice heard! Do my own thing! Was that so bad?"
"Well," I hedged. "No…...but you have to admit that that was a pretty dick move you said you pulled. That seriously was not cool!"
"Hoh?" he raised a perfect eyebrow. His voice was honey. "Tell me….what was so bad about what I did?"
"Are you serious?" I demanded. "You wait until your family got together for a grand performance, your dad's magnum opus, and then in the middle of the symphony…..you pull out a guitar and rock out? I mean….Dude! Who does that?"
He sighed.
For the record, I'm straight. I know this because I love the female form --as evidenced by long hours of internet porn--, and I love putting that thing in that other thing –as my old girlfriend will tell you--.
But this guy…...he was what the Japanese Manga-ka had in mind when they invented the bishounen ideal.
Long silky hair fell in straight lines down to his shoulders in two waves that were parted down the middle. Perfect pencil thin eyebrows arched in perfect crescents over a pair of soulful green eyes located in a face that had flawless porcelain skin and a sharp pointed chin.
The rest of him was nothing to scoff at either.
Broad shoulders tapering down into a narrow dancers waist, and long legs that seemed to go on forever. The entire body concealed by a long sleeved white shirt that wasn't tucked in and black silk trousers that ended at a pair of black leather shoes. Genuine leather shoes, unless I was very much mistaken.
Suffice it to say, I questioned my sexuality.
"I tried to talk to him before that, Vic," he said sadly. "I swear I tried to talk to him many times. But he just wouldn't listen! In the end I had to take steps to get his attention."
"By ruining your dads big performance?" I demanded.
"The fault lies in both sides," he shrugged his perfect shoulders.
"Well….yes," I allowed. "Your dad sould have allowed you your creative freedom. You can't constrict art. It's like caging a songbird."
"Exactly," he nodded enthusiastically. "I'm glad you understand!"
"Eh?" I faltered at his perfect smile. "Well….regardless! You really should have talked to your dad about it and settled things without going to such extremes! Good communication is the key to a happy relationship."
"Communication takes two people, and both parties must make an effort," he looked at me reproachfully. "When your father refuses to listen, no matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you try…….then what?"
"Well…."
"You get his attention before you try again," he finished for me. "That's what I did."
I sighed.
I tried to picture the scene he had described.
His entire family had gathered for a grand musical performance, led by his dad. Then, when the performance was in full swing and the orchestra was playing like their lives depended on it, my new friend pulls out an electric guitar and lets loose.
That would have taken a pair of gigantic balls if nothing else.
"You have an answer to everything," I shook my head and reached for my coffee. "But my stance hasn't changed. As I said before, I can't fault you for wanting to make your own music independent of your dad. But you should have done something else to get his attention. Like boycotting the performance."
And let me tell you, it took all of my willpower to even disagree with this perfect man. He had an effect on me that no one else had.
"I should have," he nodded as he raised a white porcelain tea cup to his lips. "But I was so angry at the time I didn't consider it."
I sighed again, "And did things improve with your dad afterwards? Did he listen to you and let you make your own music?"
He snorted, "He yelled at me in front of the entire family and passed me over to make my brother the manager of the new building he had constructed and rented out to a bunch of newcomers to our town."
"Ah."
"Yes," he sipped his tea again. "That didn't go well."
"Not good tenants," I asked hesitantly.
"The worst," he said. "I tried to go and help out a couple of times. But they united behind my brother and ended up blaming me for everything that went wrong in the building. I became the scapegoat of choice."
"That sucks," I commiserated. "It's not as if you would deliberately cause trouble in the building."
He gave me a perfect bishounen smile with his perfect bishounen mouth, "Of course not. That would be ridiculous."
I sighed for the third time and looked down at my own tea cup, "Say Mel? How much longer do you think we'll have to wait for? Because I really just want to get this over with at this point."
Mel, that was the name he gave when he introduced himself, gave a sympathetic smile, "It depends. Some souls move on immediately. Some take longer."
We were both seated in a coffee shop that was painted a stark white and spotlessly clean, drinking tea out of white porcelain teacups.
While this might look like a scene out of everyday life, our circumstances were special.
You see, we were both dead.
I was your average office monkey who had died in a car accident. And Mel told me that he was a young man who dreamed of starting his own rock band when he was alive, who died by falling down the stairs when his family threw him out of the apartment building they shared and managed.
I felt nothing but sympathy for him.
A young musician whose own family didn't understand his vision!
I sniffled and hid it my sipping my tea.
Anyway, we were both in limbo, waiting to move on.
According to Mel, souls came here before they moved onto the afterlife that waited for them. But in some cases, it took a while.
In both our cases, it was taking a long while.
I was getting utterly fed up with this coffee shop.
My only solace and friend was Mel.
He comforted me when I first came here and helped me accept the fact that I was dead. Then he kept me company while I waited for my designated afterlife to come along. He was like me, a loafer. That is, a soul that has to wait a while before they are processed.
"Say, Vic?" Mel said as he sipped his tea again. "I didn't want to bring this up earlier because it would just give you false hope, but since it looks like you'd be here for a while, how would you like to help me out with something? It would involve you going back to Ar…..the mortal world."
The tea went up the wrong pipe and I choked.
"I don't mean live again!" Mel said hastily. "Once you are dead you are dead. I meant as a wraith. Or a ghost, if you prefer that term."
"Oh," I said as I let that sink in.
"Yes," Mel said. "I didn't tell you because it would hurt you needlessly. To see your loved ones weep over your dead body is not an experience I'd wish on anyone."
I sniffled.
"But," he continued. "I think a little sojourn back among the living might do you good. Lift your spirits while you wait."
"It would be nice to have a look around at least," I said. The prospect of seeing the human world again…..it made me feel strange. Happy, yes. But it also made me incredibly sad. The prospect of seeing something I could never again be a part of.
This must be why Mel kept it from me.
"I'll even give you a bit of my essence so that you can effect the mortal world and not just observe it," Mel was still talking.
"You mean telekinesis?" I asked. "Move things with my mind?"
"Exactly!" Mel smiled. "In exchange for my power, all I ask is that you do something for me while you're on the other side. Help me find closure with my family."
"Of course!" I agreed readily. "Anything for your help."
"Good," Mel lazily reached down and produced a paper from his trouser pocket and laid it on the table between us. "We both need to sign here. It formalizes our agreement and lets me give you a portion of my power. Read it carefully and sign."
I read it through.
It was rather short.
In exchange for the power to travel to the world of mortals and the ability to enter that world as a wraith wielding power enough to shape the world with my thoughts, I agree to grant a single boon to the one who gives me this power.
"What's the boon?" I asked. I trusted Mel, just needed to check.
"I want you to shake things up in my dads building a bit," he grinned at me. That didn't sound so bad. "Ruffle my siblings feathers a bit. I'll write down exactly what I want from you if you want."
"Fine," I took the pen he offered. "I trust you. I'll sign. Please do also write that letter though. I want specific instructions on what to do."
And I signed the paper.
Mel then took both paper and pen from me and signed his name next to mine, "Done! You'll feel a slight tingling sensation. Nothing to worry about. It's me moving you past the…..into the mortal world."
"Okay," I said, glancing down at the signed paper that lay on the paper between us.
There, next to my name of Victor, Mel had signed his full name. The hand writing was all curly, but it looked like his full name was Melkor.
I frowned.
I felt like I knew that name from somewhere.
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Alpha Zerg
The Last Primal Zerg
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- Zerus
Something... something... the Devil's appearance will be pleasing to your eyes... something... eternal suffering and damnation... something... something.
I'm forgetting a few parts, but that's basically how this story goes, right?
I'm forgetting a few parts, but that's basically how this story goes, right?
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Nope, at worst he'll get tossed through the doors of night instead of being allowed to travel on to the next world. And even that is only until dagor dagath.
Didn't you publish this before?
Didn't you publish this before?
Jevran
He-Who-Stalks-The-Forums
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- Somewhere
It was one of several story ideas I tried out.
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- The deathworld-in-miniature that is Australia
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- They/Them
Uhh... Melkor's got to have been waiting a long time at that coffee shop/whatever it is when you're not there, considering he turned all of Middle-Earth into his phylactery. Assuming he's in the half-dead state and no-one's figured out how to solve that little problem, of course. Wonder how many people he's tried that spiel out on before he got you, and how many he's suckered. Or has he been refining it over the generations, and you're the first it's worked on? Does everybody end up meeting Melkor on the way to whatever afterlife awaits them, or did he snatch you out of whatever process there usually is and lie through his teeth? If the latter, did he snatch you specifically, or just grab any random shmuck and tailor his approach to them? How did Sauron/Mairon factor into the tale, considering he was a Maia not a Valar - a younger cousin who wanted in on the band? Or just a friend?
I'm looking forward to more!
I'm looking forward to more!
Umm I am happy to see a lord of the rings SI with such an interesting twist and would happily read it whenever the chance to do so arises, I am wondering what will happen to your asoiaf SI that you recently started. Will it be on hold, will you be updating both at the same time,will this one be a one off and will run after asoiaf finishes or is that well and truly dead.
Anyway watched just like your other stories so far. As you are a special kind of writer that can finish what he started and tell an interesting tale that is not just a rehash of your old stories. Can't wait to read our friends reaction when he finds out what is really in store for him after the deal.
Anyway watched just like your other stories so far. As you are a special kind of writer that can finish what he started and tell an interesting tale that is not just a rehash of your old stories. Can't wait to read our friends reaction when he finds out what is really in store for him after the deal.
Something... something... the Devil's appearance will be pleasing to your eyes... something... eternal suffering and damnation... something... something.
I'm forgetting a few parts, but that's basically how this story goes, right?
Basically, yes. Tolkien was catholic and made catholic- like theology - Eru as God, Valars as Angels, and Melkor as satan. And satan/ and all his followers/ are destinied to suffer for eternity.
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So let's reinterpret that! Tolkien made catholic-like theology? Well, there's been a lot of stuff in the last century or so that's cast Satan/Lucifer Morningstar/the-being-formerly-known-as-Samael in a sympathetic light. Oh, a lot of them still make clear he's an arsehole, but one you can sympathise with, and some hold the opinion he needn't have become one, if it weren't for Yahweh not having a damn clue how to handle the first act of rebellion against a parental figure in the universe's history.
Melkor may have not chosen the wisest way to rebel, and it was definitely a dick move, but when he first rebelled he was nowhere near the monster he would become. Morgoth, by the time he was finally put down, was someone that Melkor when he went his own way on the Song would have been horrified by. As is often the case, the person you are when you make the fateful decision is not the person you become by the time the final repercussions of that decision are being felt. Just as Sauron would have horrified Mairon.
The question is, will the person Jevran becomes similarly horrify the person Jevran was when he signed Melkor's contract? I'd like to think Melkor has learned something in the time since his death, even if he hasn't fully thrown off all the learned patterns of behaviour he formed as Morgoth. Hell, if we go for the forgiving god, Eru Iluvatar might be hoping for his son's
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Gotta admit I laughed pretty hard as soon as I realised who Mel was. Describing Melkor introducing discordant notes into the perfect song of creation as rocking out is downright hilarious.
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- Australia
This is great. Melkor does strike me as a metalhead. I mean all those black metal spikes? Metal as fuck.
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Interesting story...But it is no longer LOTR. Making satan not satan is as if somebody make Emprah from WH40 xeno lover and pacyfist. You could made that, sure - but that would be no longer WH40.
Becouse, by definition, satan is somebody who could not longer be saved, even by God. You did to LOTR what Disney did to Little Mermeid - mermeid in canon must die, but Disney saved her. Nice, but it is no Little mermeid any longer.
Becouse, by definition, satan is somebody who could not longer be saved, even by God. You did to LOTR what Disney did to Little Mermeid - mermeid in canon must die, but Disney saved her. Nice, but it is no Little mermeid any longer.
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Except Morgoth is still totally Morgoth. He, like Sauron, is a master of deception.
Good enough to fool even the readers of the SI's story, it seems.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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Yeah seriously, "Morgoth is OOC because all of his evil deeds and endless lies have been retconned into trivialities. How do I know that he wasn't an evil deceiver in this timeline? Well because Morgoth said so, of course!"
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Oh boy, this'll be fun...
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
Oh boy, you're actually do this. Remember my idea on what the best way to hurt Manwe was? Tell him that he never loved his brother, and that he was the favorite whereas Melkor was meant to be beaten. Not quite that, but along those lines.
Chapter 1
Jevran
He-Who-Stalks-The-Forums
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Chapter 1
During my stay at the afterlife coffee shop, I once met a guy who chose to suicide by jumping off a tall building. Before he moved on, he told me that his life really did flash before his eyes before he hit bottom.
Now, if a fall from a twenty story building is enough to make one's life flash before one's eyes, imagine how a man falling to earth from high orbit would experience?
That was enough for your life to flash before your eyes in slow motion and for you to regret everything.
Then, when you were done with that, you had ample time left to contemplate the future and just how much it would suck when you finally made contact with the ground.
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!"
It also gave me ample time to regret ever meeting Mel and taking his stupid deal.
Because his name had clicked mere moments after I had vanished from the coffee shop and re-materialized in what looked like high orbit above a planet.
Now, I was in the process of falling towards said planet, more specifically towards a continent that looked rather like a banana.
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!"
I made an educated guess that this was Arda, and more specifically middle earth.
I was headed towards a collision course with its one and only continent.
Not wanting to contemplate just what will happen when I finished my decent, I decided to instead spend my time productively by exercising my vocal codes.
"Ring! Ring!"
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggg………?"
I stopped my vocal code exercise when the noise of a phone rang in my ears.
I had to be hallucinating.
I was dead, and thus had no phone.
And there sure as shit were no phones in Arda.
"Ring! Ring!"
Nope. That was a phone.
"Ring! Ring!"
After a bit of detective work, I managed to narrow down origin of the noise to the pocket of the ghostly trousers that adorned my ghostly body.
I dug my translucent hand into the pocket and pulled out what looked like an old fashioned flip phone.
"Ring! Ring!"
I stared.
"Ring! Ring!"
You have got to be joking.
This thing wasn't in my pocket the last time I checked.
"Ring! Ring!"
I sighed and flipped the phone open, before bringing it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, my friend!" a very familiar voice said from the other end. "How are you enjoying your sojourn in the mortal world?"
I felt my eye twitch.
"You bastard!" I screamed. "You tricked me!"
"Really?" said bastard asked with perfect sincerity. "I said I'll send you to the mortal world. And I have done so. I merely neglected to mention just what mortal world I would send you to."
I made an incoherent noise in my throat.
"And furthermore," the bastard continued, clearly oblivious to the way my hand was starting to shake. "If you pay close attention you'll find that I never actually lied to you-"
With an incoherent scream, I threw the phone away from me as hard as I could.
It disappeared into the distance and out of sight.
While this conversation had been going on, I had been getting ever closer to the ground, and now I could see that I was actually headed towards the northern part of the continent. It looked to be a snowy wasteland sprinkled with mountains like chocolate chips on a scoop of ice cream.
I hoped I would land on something soft.
If I flapped my arms like wings, would it help me change direction?
"Ring! Ring!"
What the-
"Ring! Ring!"
The noise was coming from my pocket again.
"Ring! Ring!"
I seriously contemplated not answering, but if I didn't the damn thing will keep ringing, and if I threw it away the thing will probably materialize in my pocket again.
"How the hell did you get a phone anyway?" I asked when I took the call. "And how are you even talking to me?"
"Ah, you see a phone?" he chuckled. "It's how your mind is visualizing things. We're using telepathy to communicate. As a matter of fact, when you're using the telekinesis I gave you, it'll probably materialize as the ability to lift and move things with your hands."
"Huh?" I said intelligently.
"You are a wraith," he explained patiently. "You cannot affect the mortal world normally, but with the telekinesis power I gave you, you'll be able to act as if you had a real flesh and blood body."
"But it'll really be my mind translating the telekinesis power into a form I could wrap my head around?"
"Exactly!"
"Well then….." I said and stopped myself. "Hey! You're distracting me from what you did to me! No matter how you twist your words it doesn't change that fact! You are Morgoth! The original-" I cut off as the sky around me darkened and lightning ripped across the skies.
"Ah, you might not want to say my name," Mel's voice came through the phone as the sky returned to it's normal hue. "My very name has an effect on that world, especially when spoken by someone who has a portion of my power."
"A portion of your…...you turned me into a horcrux?" I demanded.
"No! Of course not!" he laughed. I wasn't convinced. "I simply empowered you. And by the by, don't worry about the landing, you are a wraith now, so injuries that would slay a mortal would be harmless to you. A sword for instance, would pass right through your body."
"Don't distract me," I snapped even as I gave an internal sigh of relief. The landing had been worrying me ever since I figured out that I was on my way down. "You're really…...you-know-who, and you tricked me!"
As I spoke those words, I burst through a thin layer of clouds and suddenly the ground was much much closer.
"And now I'm gonna hit the ground and I'm gonna die!" I screamed.
"No you wont!" he yelled in my ear. "You'll be fine! Just trust me!"
"Trust you?" I screamed as a massive mountain loomed in my vision. "You're Morgoth!"
On cue, the sky darkened and lightning flashed.
"You'll be fine!" he yelled again. "Look, at least trust that I don't want my agent in Arda to perish before he gets anything done!"
He was probably right about that last one.
"Mel?" I said as the rocky and snow covered side of the mountain approached rapidly.
"Yes?"
"I HATE YOU!"
Then I hit the ground.
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Chapter 1
During my stay at the afterlife coffee shop, I once met a guy who chose to suicide by jumping off a tall building. Before he moved on, he told me that his life really did flash before his eyes before he hit bottom.
Now, if a fall from a twenty story building is enough to make one's life flash before one's eyes, imagine how a man falling to earth from high orbit would experience?
That was enough for your life to flash before your eyes in slow motion and for you to regret everything.
Then, when you were done with that, you had ample time left to contemplate the future and just how much it would suck when you finally made contact with the ground.
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!"
It also gave me ample time to regret ever meeting Mel and taking his stupid deal.
Because his name had clicked mere moments after I had vanished from the coffee shop and re-materialized in what looked like high orbit above a planet.
Now, I was in the process of falling towards said planet, more specifically towards a continent that looked rather like a banana.
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!"
I made an educated guess that this was Arda, and more specifically middle earth.
I was headed towards a collision course with its one and only continent.
Not wanting to contemplate just what will happen when I finished my decent, I decided to instead spend my time productively by exercising my vocal codes.
"Ring! Ring!"
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggg………?"
I stopped my vocal code exercise when the noise of a phone rang in my ears.
I had to be hallucinating.
I was dead, and thus had no phone.
And there sure as shit were no phones in Arda.
"Ring! Ring!"
Nope. That was a phone.
"Ring! Ring!"
After a bit of detective work, I managed to narrow down origin of the noise to the pocket of the ghostly trousers that adorned my ghostly body.
I dug my translucent hand into the pocket and pulled out what looked like an old fashioned flip phone.
"Ring! Ring!"
I stared.
"Ring! Ring!"
You have got to be joking.
This thing wasn't in my pocket the last time I checked.
"Ring! Ring!"
I sighed and flipped the phone open, before bringing it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, my friend!" a very familiar voice said from the other end. "How are you enjoying your sojourn in the mortal world?"
I felt my eye twitch.
"You bastard!" I screamed. "You tricked me!"
"Really?" said bastard asked with perfect sincerity. "I said I'll send you to the mortal world. And I have done so. I merely neglected to mention just what mortal world I would send you to."
I made an incoherent noise in my throat.
"And furthermore," the bastard continued, clearly oblivious to the way my hand was starting to shake. "If you pay close attention you'll find that I never actually lied to you-"
With an incoherent scream, I threw the phone away from me as hard as I could.
It disappeared into the distance and out of sight.
While this conversation had been going on, I had been getting ever closer to the ground, and now I could see that I was actually headed towards the northern part of the continent. It looked to be a snowy wasteland sprinkled with mountains like chocolate chips on a scoop of ice cream.
I hoped I would land on something soft.
If I flapped my arms like wings, would it help me change direction?
"Ring! Ring!"
What the-
"Ring! Ring!"
The noise was coming from my pocket again.
"Ring! Ring!"
I seriously contemplated not answering, but if I didn't the damn thing will keep ringing, and if I threw it away the thing will probably materialize in my pocket again.
"How the hell did you get a phone anyway?" I asked when I took the call. "And how are you even talking to me?"
"Ah, you see a phone?" he chuckled. "It's how your mind is visualizing things. We're using telepathy to communicate. As a matter of fact, when you're using the telekinesis I gave you, it'll probably materialize as the ability to lift and move things with your hands."
"Huh?" I said intelligently.
"You are a wraith," he explained patiently. "You cannot affect the mortal world normally, but with the telekinesis power I gave you, you'll be able to act as if you had a real flesh and blood body."
"But it'll really be my mind translating the telekinesis power into a form I could wrap my head around?"
"Exactly!"
"Well then….." I said and stopped myself. "Hey! You're distracting me from what you did to me! No matter how you twist your words it doesn't change that fact! You are Morgoth! The original-" I cut off as the sky around me darkened and lightning ripped across the skies.
"Ah, you might not want to say my name," Mel's voice came through the phone as the sky returned to it's normal hue. "My very name has an effect on that world, especially when spoken by someone who has a portion of my power."
"A portion of your…...you turned me into a horcrux?" I demanded.
"No! Of course not!" he laughed. I wasn't convinced. "I simply empowered you. And by the by, don't worry about the landing, you are a wraith now, so injuries that would slay a mortal would be harmless to you. A sword for instance, would pass right through your body."
"Don't distract me," I snapped even as I gave an internal sigh of relief. The landing had been worrying me ever since I figured out that I was on my way down. "You're really…...you-know-who, and you tricked me!"
As I spoke those words, I burst through a thin layer of clouds and suddenly the ground was much much closer.
"And now I'm gonna hit the ground and I'm gonna die!" I screamed.
"No you wont!" he yelled in my ear. "You'll be fine! Just trust me!"
"Trust you?" I screamed as a massive mountain loomed in my vision. "You're Morgoth!"
On cue, the sky darkened and lightning flashed.
"You'll be fine!" he yelled again. "Look, at least trust that I don't want my agent in Arda to perish before he gets anything done!"
He was probably right about that last one.
"Mel?" I said as the rocky and snow covered side of the mountain approached rapidly.
"Yes?"
"I HATE YOU!"
Then I hit the ground.
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- Location
- Georgia
Love this version of melkor
As the Tolkien equivalent of the Devil, I think that's the intent.
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
- Location
- N/A
- Pronouns
- she/her
"Yes dipshit, that's what the phrase "you tricked me" means. Welcome to five minute ago."
"And I didn't call you a liar, you fairy wannabe. I said you tricked me, which is a different concept. You moron."
"Are you kidding, that was awesome! Dramatic lightning on command!"
No, that's a different guy, Melkor is much worse. Don't get me wrong, Voldemort is a proper Dark lord in his own right, but in the scale of Arda he's more in the Nazgul range.
"Are you kidding? You demonstrably have the attention span of a squirrel on crack. Even odds say you didn't think to even ask the question of whether I'd survive my arrival until I brought it up just now."
subsider34
Forum Lurker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Houston, TX
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"Now here's an interesting factoid, notice how you aren't slowing down as you travel though the atmosphere. This is because you are a wraith who is unaffected by the world around you and therefore have no terminal velocity."
"What?!"
"You're going to hit the ground going faster than any other person on Arda! What a unique experience!"
"What?!"
"You're going to hit the ground going faster than any other person on Arda! What a unique experience!"
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- Location
- a nice place
he is like a fun satan
- Location
- Australia
Working for any version of The Deceiver is all fun and games until the sudden yet inevitable betrayal.
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RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
If elves can't see him, I wonder if Elrond and his kids can, being descended from Maiar, like in that one story where Fëanor was haunting their house.