Stands upon her balcony, staring at nothing but death and destruction. “A sight to behold.”

Instinctively crawls out of the bubbling lava of her pit, beads of magma and mercury just dripping off her naked flesh. Once white hair has returned to a red state, and she feels reborn again, /rejuvenated/.

|| Made another Sauron. No ships.

A hum; she misses the elfling Celebrían.

If you haven't yet, do follow my second Sauron.

“I see wastes of space. How unsurprising. Thuringwethil, prepare yourself— we have business to attend to.”

“I heard Melkor was back from the void, and to be honest, I sighed.”

“Species amongst this land have begun breeding with each other, and even I'm disgusted.”

|| I am actually surprised to see this fandom alive. Not often do I see Silmarillion accounts. I'm impressed.

“Kings, queens. . . all temporary titles for elves, men, and dwarves. Alas, for /me/ on the other hand. . . it shall be lasting.” Hums thoughtfully as she lounges about in private quarters, fingertips going over the matted fur of one of her many ‘pets.’

“I see you're all as pathetic as I remember. Glad to see that hasn't changed.”

. . . . Part of her seems to miss Melkor. /Alas/.

Melkor left the void and has a daughter? Then world has truly changed.

Oh for the love of all that is unholy in Melkor's wasteland —

[She rubs at her temples. She's been gone too long, stewing in her own malice. /Ugh/.]

Alright. I owe one.

Hello morons.

It's oddly comforting to see my Lord as a father. Color me... Impressed.

It's too early for this.

❝ғᴏᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ, ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ɪɴ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ... ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛ.❞ ⊱ ʀᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ ♢ ᴛᴏʟᴋɪᴇɴ + cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs ♢ #Vɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ.