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#i think his voice change when melkor start to influence him with hatred
sauronpilled · 1 month
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There were days when Melkor would visit the house of Finwë to bring teachings to the Noldor—joyous they were when he shared them his knowledge; in ignorance they praised the Ainur.
The celebration last not long, however; for the bold Fëanor entered the hall of his father, silencing the unworthy exalt with his presence.
By that hour, it was widely known that Fëanor detest the Ainur. Beyond the dimming veil that Melkor cast himself in, Fëanor sense his deceit. He was the only son of Finwë to see the truth as it was. In a clear voice that ring, he would spitefully remarked Melkor, ridiculing his attempt.
"Such sweet words slither through your tounge," he announced. "Dare not you deceive them on this ground, for I will be watching."
An ugly fury burn within Melkor, yet a twisted pride swell along. He replied with a smile—an almost, victorious smile—that shaken the elf. "Fear not son of Finwë, you do as you may. It is the abode of your father after all. I am nothing but merely a guest."
Worry now fill Fëanor's heart; Quick was the fire of his bravery, replaced. He depart to his seat so that he could hide his shame before the Ainur. Yet even with his back turn, he can feel Melkor eyes follow him. He turn to catch a glimpse—a triumphant gaze rest on Melkor's face. He knew not what Melkor planned, but it frightened him.
Delighted was he, when Fëanor presented himself before him. Nothing of this earth could bring him bliss as much as the song that was sung by Fëanor after.
"The blood that you shall spill will be a feast for the soul that you took," gone was the voice that roamed the Finwë's hall. Fëanor's speech now mirror that of Melkor. A sickening softness that slick with venom. How he had molded him perfectly!
Melkor then spoke, fondly. "You are truly one of my beautiful creation."
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