[ A soundless snarl and then abruptly the video flips on, Maglor's eyes blazing in memory. ]
Child, you have no idea what they are, what they can be, what they were in the beginning.
[ And then he Sings it, drags her into the memory.
Glaurung issuing from the Gates, burning his fields, scattering his people. A monster far larger than anything they had ever seen, scales leaving poison on the ground as he moved, venom dripping from fangs, the fire to melt the earth itself. The golden eyes and the WILL behind it, a mind that was not a beast at all but something older, something not right, a pressure that grabbed and drowned and burnt so that you couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Reaching for him even across all the distance.
My people are dying! but unable to do anything, choking on air too hot to breathe as Glaurung's get follow their dread father out, Ancalagon's shadow rising blacker than black, a mountain given flight, scorching the very mountain ranges to ash (and only a baby, whispers memory, he will get larger still).
A will and a mind that is beast and more than beast, something without beginning, something from before time.
A fallen maia!
A mind too strong for one elf, even a son of Feanor.
GET UP A familiar voice, command.
That's an order Makalaure!
A will honed to iron and steel facing minds like this in torment, and yet which refused to break. Their father's technique, swaying wills with a stronger one.
Get up and FIGHT
A gasp of air, his brother's touch fading, Glaurung reaching for him again but DON'T LOOK IN HIS EYES!
Scrambling for the Songs to break his people free, dominating their minds and begging for forgiveness as he replaces Glaurung in their thoughts but too late, too few. They cannot pierce his hide, they cannot stand before his fire, and Maglor cannot save them, the dragonspell turning comrade onto each other, so that the dragon barely has to work at all.
Lothlann burns! We cannot hold the Gap!
[ The Song breaks into a keen and Maglor slams the connection shut, the memories too raw, too painful ]
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[ A soundless snarl and then abruptly the video flips on, Maglor's eyes blazing in memory. ]
Child, you have no idea what they are, what they can be, what they were in the beginning.
[ And then he Sings it, drags her into the memory.
Glaurung issuing from the Gates, burning his fields, scattering his people. A monster far larger than anything they had ever seen, scales leaving poison on the ground as he moved, venom dripping from fangs, the fire to melt the earth itself. The golden eyes and the WILL behind it, a mind that was not a beast at all but something older, something not right, a pressure that grabbed and drowned and burnt so that you couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Reaching for him even across all the distance.
My people are dying! but unable to do anything, choking on air too hot to breathe as Glaurung's get follow their dread father out, Ancalagon's shadow rising blacker than black, a mountain given flight, scorching the very mountain ranges to ash (and only a baby, whispers memory, he will get larger still).
A will and a mind that is beast and more than beast, something without beginning, something from before time.
A fallen maia!
A mind too strong for one elf, even a son of Feanor.
GET UP A familiar voice, command.
That's an order Makalaure!
A will honed to iron and steel facing minds like this in torment, and yet which refused to break. Their father's technique, swaying wills with a stronger one.
Get up and FIGHT
A gasp of air, his brother's touch fading, Glaurung reaching for him again but DON'T LOOK IN HIS EYES!
Scrambling for the Songs to break his people free, dominating their minds and begging for forgiveness as he replaces Glaurung in their thoughts but too late, too few. They cannot pierce his hide, they cannot stand before his fire, and Maglor cannot save them, the dragonspell turning comrade onto each other, so that the dragon barely has to work at all.
Lothlann burns! We cannot hold the Gap!
[ The Song breaks into a keen and Maglor slams the connection shut, the memories too raw, too painful ]