[he chooses gold for his, in color and cover. gold and fire and molten things. his hair flows freely, rippling like the surface of water, or some fall of liquid metal constrained to the fibers of the world.
darkness makes no sound. at least, that is what others will say; the mortals, the physically bound. but it does. it sounds hollow, echoing. melkor is more than just shadow besides, and in this moment there is less of that chaos that mairon dislikes.
he accepts the glass delicately, as if testing to see if the heat of his hand will warp the structure of it.]
Lord Melkor. [his gaze flickers, light and dust. the drink itself interests him little, but he takes a sip for appearance's sake.] I see even the Valar are not immune to this world's temptations.
not husband!!
darkness makes no sound. at least, that is what others will say; the mortals, the physically bound. but it does. it sounds hollow, echoing. melkor is more than just shadow besides, and in this moment there is less of that chaos that mairon dislikes.
he accepts the glass delicately, as if testing to see if the heat of his hand will warp the structure of it.]
Lord Melkor. [his gaze flickers, light and dust. the drink itself interests him little, but he takes a sip for appearance's sake.] I see even the Valar are not immune to this world's temptations.