Chapter 8: Chapter 7
Melkor got up and went to the forge. He was finally going to use his crown.
He summoned Suaron at the height of his power. The clone looked around before settling on Morgoth, who raised a hand at the Clone.
Sauron turned into nothing, and a few dust particles floated in the air due to the object they rested on, disappearing
He could feel the power seeping into his soul, he compared it to sniffing crack. He did it a few more times. He felt like he could take on all of the Valar. He probably couldn't but he still felt like it.
It's time I should leave this world, only for a short time. He simply willed it into existence; his body turned into a mist before throwing him into his desired world.
He was in Westores, in the lands of always winter to be exact. The cold blew all around him but not near him because he was too warm, the snow and ice melted around him.
He looked around and said, "I need a better disguise." he turned to see a large doe staring at his location. It was perfectly still standing in the blizzard.
His eyes would not be blocked by mere snow. "Give me your skin" he raised his hand and pointed to the deer. The skin of the deer was ripped clean off with a wet slide.
The deer fell over and screeched. Melkor needed a needle so he took all of the blood from the deer and sucked out the iron with a flick of his wrist.
It turned into a needle. He stripped some of the clothes he was wearing under his armor. Using magic he turned it into a long thread.
He sewed the doeskin into a coat and some short pants. He still needed more. He started walking until he felt the eyes of a sentient being on the back of his head.
He felt the slight shift of air rippling toward him. He twisted his head and watched a stone-tip spear fly in front of his face.
It nicked the tip of his face amour; not even a scratch was left, but he still had a reputation to uphold.
He pulled a dagger from his amour and threw it at the person. He heard a groan of pain. Melkor walked over to the person who was breathing heavily.
It was a red-headed young man, not even a man, a boy. 15 or 16 possibly 17. The boy was stuck to a tree; the knife went through his shoulder.
It looked to be in between the collarbone; the blade was lodged horizontally.
He reached for the knife to try and stab Melkor. "Don't take it out; it will only worsen the bleeding," Melkor spoke.
Melkor pulled the boy down, melting the ice around them Melkor raised a slab of stone and laid the boy on it. He pulled the knife out; gold in liquid form came from underneath his armor.
He had a golden chest plate, and he sucked a layer of gold from it. It filled his wound before turning into flesh and blood.
Melkor sat down on one knee and said to the boy, "How old are you?" "17," the boy responded in a far deeper voice than you would expect.
"What is your name?" The boy spoke again. "You can call me-" he needed a moment to think. "-Daevh" Melkor smiled and raised a hand to help the boy.
"And what is your name, boy?" Melkor pulled up the boy and patted him on his back. "Tormund Giantsbane" melkor froze for a moment.
"Ok, Tormund... if I could give you anything, a weapon, a coin, a horn, a skill, whatever, what would you ask for?" Melkor said, looking down at the boy who was deep in thought.
"I would ask for..... a blade that can cut anything and that is faster than anything, but also light and easily maneuverable," Tormund said with a smile on his face.
"Thar can be done easily; I'll be back in a bit." Melkor made another portal and walked through it.
He walked to the forge and lit it up; he made a jeweled blade with a slight curve, which made it great for cutting. He also made a belt and sheathe for the blade.
The blade was about a foot and a half long and made of clean, unrustable steel. It had jewels along the bottom of the spine.
He made another portal. And Tormund said with a confused look on his face "You said a bit not a half second"
Melkor slowly pulled out the blade and spoke sultry tone "This is the blade, jewel-encrusted and light as a feather, you could cut through a rock, it can also light on fire if you need it to"
"Thank you," Tormund said as Melkor handed him the blade and sheathed. "I will meet you again someday; for now, I have some business to attend to," Melkor walked into another portal.
Melkor returned to the Lord of the Rings world before going through another Portal, this one to Hardhome.
It was a measly gathering of huts. The people quickly noticed him, Melkor sprouted wings and flew up and yelled for the world to hear "I am your savior, sent to guide you to a greater future"
His hair was covered by his amour so he turned it the same color as Weirwood tree leaves.
He made a new portal and threw his amour through it using magic to speed up the removal progress. He put on the animal skins.
He flew back down to the gathered crowd. And spoke again "A dark cloud grows, it shall storm over the North first the south shall ignore and ignore the storm until they are drowning in it, The north is one of the better places in this world shall you help me spread it or not"
The free folk, hyped up by the speech and kinda fearful of this man's power, Started chanting in support of Melkor.
"You may call me Deavh"
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