To understand you must understand something of our history. Sorey, we have been at war against our Enemy since the very earliest days of our existance as a people. Grandfather is one of the Unbegotten, the very first elves who awoke beneath the stars, to a world new and, so they thought, beautiful. But it was also a world full of peril, for within the first years of their existence, people started to vanish. Grandfather does not speak of those days, but our histories tell us that they spoke of a Dark Shadow, of claws in the night, and those who vanished were never seen again - but, slowly, monsters began to appear. Monsters who sometimes had the faces of those taken. And so we knew that we were hunted.
Grandfather and his friends, those who would become the Kings of the Vanyar and the Teleri, they led us to Valinor, to where they thought we would be safe. Not all of our people went with them, but many did, tired of living in fear. And we were safe, for a long time. That was where I was born, behind the fence of the Valar. But even into paradise, evil came, stealing in as a supposed friend, a penitent. We lost grandfather to the Shadow, and now, he had a name. Melkor, He Who Arises in Might, the first of the Powers, and the greatest, now fallen. Father named him anew Morgoth, the Dark Foe of the World, and although much of what happened during that time was Father's madness, this much is true - that we hate him who has pursued us from our beginnings, and who is the source of all the woes of the world.
For Arda was meant to be a Paradise, Sorey - not just Aman, blessed and guarded, but all of our world. But what Morgoth could not have he destroyed, and his power is so infused in our world now that it is Arda Marred, and to destroy him is to destroy the world itself. He took our people and warped them into the orcs. He took Men and made of them slaves and armies, cowing them and promising them impossible power. He bred dragons and of those who followed him he birthed the Balrogs, demons of Fire and Shadow.
And we have been fighting him ever since, although it is a losing battle. We have all of us lost lands, lost those who followed us, lost family. Fingon lost his father in single combat with Morgoth, and was himself... will be, I suppose, from his time, killed by Balrogs, after I was betrayed my the Men in my army who broke oath to me for Morgoth. So you see, we learnt long ago that our Enemy would show us no mercy, that they would betray us at the slightest opportunity, and the kindest thing we could offer them in turn was to kill them, and swiftly. We are all of us killers, Sorey. Maedhros and I... we are the last of our family saving only Finrod's sister, who survived the bitter wars before the Valar at last threw Morgoth out of Arda, although they cannot change what has already been broken. Maedhros is... neither of us are particularly sane, any more. But Maedhros... Morgoth tortured him, Sorey. He was trying to turn him into an orc. You saw his temper - he was never like that before. But he cannot stand it, to see those he considers his to be threatened. And he is proud, still, so proud, he who was once High King, although he yieled crown and birthright to father's brother, and hence, to Fingon. But Maehdros was always a protector. He will do anything if he thinks it will keep you all safe. Even damn himself.
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Date: 2017-01-28 01:23 pm (UTC)To understand you must understand something of our history. Sorey, we have been at war against our Enemy since the very earliest days of our existance as a people. Grandfather is one of the Unbegotten, the very first elves who awoke beneath the stars, to a world new and, so they thought, beautiful. But it was also a world full of peril, for within the first years of their existence, people started to vanish. Grandfather does not speak of those days, but our histories tell us that they spoke of a Dark Shadow, of claws in the night, and those who vanished were never seen again - but, slowly, monsters began to appear. Monsters who sometimes had the faces of those taken. And so we knew that we were hunted.
Grandfather and his friends, those who would become the Kings of the Vanyar and the Teleri, they led us to Valinor, to where they thought we would be safe. Not all of our people went with them, but many did, tired of living in fear. And we were safe, for a long time. That was where I was born, behind the fence of the Valar. But even into paradise, evil came, stealing in as a supposed friend, a penitent. We lost grandfather to the Shadow, and now, he had a name. Melkor, He Who Arises in Might, the first of the Powers, and the greatest, now fallen. Father named him anew Morgoth, the Dark Foe of the World, and although much of what happened during that time was Father's madness, this much is true - that we hate him who has pursued us from our beginnings, and who is the source of all the woes of the world.
For Arda was meant to be a Paradise, Sorey - not just Aman, blessed and guarded, but all of our world. But what Morgoth could not have he destroyed, and his power is so infused in our world now that it is Arda Marred, and to destroy him is to destroy the world itself. He took our people and warped them into the orcs. He took Men and made of them slaves and armies, cowing them and promising them impossible power. He bred dragons and of those who followed him he birthed the Balrogs, demons of Fire and Shadow.
And we have been fighting him ever since, although it is a losing battle. We have all of us lost lands, lost those who followed us, lost family. Fingon lost his father in single combat with Morgoth, and was himself... will be, I suppose, from his time, killed by Balrogs, after I was betrayed my the Men in my army who broke oath to me for Morgoth. So you see, we learnt long ago that our Enemy would show us no mercy, that they would betray us at the slightest opportunity, and the kindest thing we could offer them in turn was to kill them, and swiftly. We are all of us killers, Sorey. Maedhros and I... we are the last of our family saving only Finrod's sister, who survived the bitter wars before the Valar at last threw Morgoth out of Arda, although they cannot change what has already been broken. Maedhros is... neither of us are particularly sane, any more. But Maedhros... Morgoth tortured him, Sorey. He was trying to turn him into an orc. You saw his temper - he was never like that before. But he cannot stand it, to see those he considers his to be threatened. And he is proud, still, so proud, he who was once High King, although he yieled crown and birthright to father's brother, and hence, to Fingon. But Maehdros was always a protector. He will do anything if he thinks it will keep you all safe. Even damn himself.
And so will I.