Kapitel 4: Chpater 3 Start of a war
"My dear, I do love to braid, so may I braid yours?" Said the fire keeper. "Sure, you may braid my hair" replied melkor, the fire keeper moved him to were his head was in between her thick thighs.
To make sure his head didn't move the fire keeper clamped down. She crossed her legs around his head. His long black hair flowed over her dressed thighs.
She started braiding his hair while humming a tune. She braided his hair In a European style braid, it made sense because she comes from a very European medieval world.
Melkor was in heaven, his head being squished between the thick thighs of a baddie.
He fell asleep using her thighs as pillows. She did not want to disturb her lord so she fell asleep like that as well.
Melkor woke up to find himself holding onto the fire keeper's left leg like a child holds a teddy bear.
Melkor sat up and took his arms and hands off of the fire keeper. He went outside the large room and into the main room, this was once the home of an important dwarf that wa clear in melkor's mind.
It only had stone furniture and some weapons as decorations, very nice stone though. He walked out of the underground home and into the hallway, he turned around for one last glance at the home and the fire keeper was right behind him.
"Going somewhere love" asked the fire keeper in her ever so gentle voice. She tilted her head a little to the right and smiled, Melkor replied honestly "yeah, I was gonna go to the front battlements and check on the progress the drawves made, and Smaug"
"May I come with, I'm afraid I don't know my way around here" said the fire keeper and melkor nodded, he knew so much because the dwarves he summoned had been adding to his experiences, melkor didn't know it.
They walked to the front entrance drawer were building trebuchets, ballistas, and magnoels. They had them on all four layers of the front entrance. There were three more levels then the original.
Melkro summoned 100 Rohrim outside and told them in his most commanding voice "go forth Rohrim, scout the elves of mirkwood, do whatever to aquire the information, whether 99 of you die or 1"
They started riding fast, avoiding large rocks that judged our from the ground. The fire keeper awed at his ability.
'I wonder if I can' thought melkor then he was in the eyes of one of the many Rohrim he sent out a few minutes ago. Melkor rode fast inside the lady of the Rohrim, the other Rohrim rode with him.
They could sense he was melkor, the band of riders rode through the flat rocky land and to the river which flowed harshly into the lake.
There were some trees nearby, melkor summoned 50 two handed saws and other wood working tools so they could build a bridge. Melkor also summoned hundreds of iron nails and quite a few hammers.
Give me a saw and a board and I'll cut it
The Rohrim got to work on the bridge, they cut down trees and turned them into large and heavy planks. They used the power of friendship to move the planks.
Melkor returned to his body. The fire keeper was waiting by his side, "why did you stop moving? you've been gone for almost an hour"
"I took control of one of the Rohrim" Morgoth replied to his fine lady. They sat around the front entrance, a few benches were erected by the dwarves so the soldiers could rest in time of war. Not to mention, the seats are tall so if you fall you won't fall down to your death.
The two lovebirds talked while dwarves worked in the background. Morgoth said right before he left "this has been a fun conversation but I must check in on the Rohrim" his main body went limp.
Then he was looking through the eyes of a Rohrim rider. Melkor looked through this rider's memories. They had finished the bridge an hour after he left and crossed over it and went into the forest.
Melkor sensed Suaron didn't have his grip on the mirkwood any more, he could truly feel the forest when he was in it. It was hard to feel the pressure of Suaron's magic on the forest from Eroboar which was tens of miles away.
Melkor then felt something, it felt like souls leaving earth and heading for the Heaven's. He continued to feel it, then he realized what it meant. A rohrim confirmed his suspicion "AMBUSH"
He heard arrows flying and swords slashing against flimsy flesh. He heard the clangs of a steel sword slash at chainmail.
'This is my first battle, good to get some experience on the subject' thought melkor, he was a bit insane in his last life.
He wanted to feel his spear's blade peirce flesh. Melkor held his spear and looked around at the elves in the tree firing down on his ever loyal soldiers.
One of his soldiers threw their spear directly into the face of a red haired male elf. Melkor held his spear with one hand he put it behind his back and charged an elf warrior who was stabbing his soldiers with a fine elvish blade.
Melkor pulled out his spear and stabbed his spear directly into the skull of said elf. One if the elves in the tree screamed "Surrender now and we will spare some of you"
Melkor sent out a massage that only his warriors could hear 'surrender, drop your weapons, I have a plan' they all dropped their weapons.
Melkor dropped his weapon, the others followed suit. Melkor looked at his soldiers, far more then half were dead. Even with the strategy skills he inherited from Morgoth he just didn't have experience.
He counted in half a second, 21 left. 'How did I count so fast' he thought, it was his advanced intellect gained from morgoth.
Melkor counted the elves, 93. That was just the ones he could see, there was closer too 120. The elves suffered light casualties only 17 deaths.
The group was huddled up into a circle with elves surrounding them on all sides. An elf stepped forward and said to the cramped riders "bring forth your leader!"
Melkor walked heavily towards the tall blonde haired elf. Melkor looked up at him, the elf was easily 6'4 the body he was in was 5'10. Rather large height difference.
Melkor said sternly "what do you want? elf" melkor did a double take, 'wait a moment, is this legolass. Yeah this is, how did I not notice before' thought melkor. On the inside he was fanboying but he could hide his emotions well enough.
Legoland (i did it on purpose, this will be legolass's name from now on) replied aggressively "don't talk to me that way, scum, what business does your band have here, you look like Rohrim, long way from home aren't we" Legoland looked down on melkor.
He spat on melkor's shoe. Melkor responded just as aggressive as Legoland "we are Ex-Rohrim, we decided to go on our own journey, now tell me, why are there so many elves in mirkwood? Last time i was here I dont remember parties in the hundreds roaming the forest"
"I don't have to tell you, we're taking you to our dungeons where your party can rest for a hundred decades, only a blink in the eyes of an elf" Legoland replied with an underlying hint of fury in his voice.
He roped morgoth's hands together while staring melkor in the eye. The elf commanded the others to tie up the captives.
They then were escorted through the mirkwood. Melkor returned to his body to find the fire keeper in his bed, but he was in his bed. 'Wasn't I at the front gate last?' he thought.
She noticed melkor looking around. "You didn't seem comfortable while you were resting on the battlements, you made some odd noises" she explained with a innocent smile on her face.
"Thank you for caring about me, my dear" replied melkor in a charming voice. "I must return though, goodbye" said melkor as he went limp.
He returned to the Rohrim he possessed earlier. They were still tracking through the mirkwood.
Melkor heard the rowdy chant that could only be associated with a massive gathering of people who happen to have lots of alcohol in their system.
They made it to the war camp, a bunch of tents. Some had beds inside others had elves forging weaponry. There was a massive tent near the center of the war camp.
If it was red and had yellow stripes you would think it was a circus tent. The other Rohrim were taken away but melkor was brought into the big tent.
Inside was king thrainduil sitting on a large wooden chair a few other elves of high influence in this elven kingdom were sitting at a table which had a detailed map of the area.
"Why do you bring this man into my tent?" Asked Thrainduil in his arrogant tone. His son replied "Father, he had a band of a hundred riders at his back, they came from somewhere near the lonely mountain, this one is their leader, he says there a group of Rohrim who broke off from Rohan"
"Mmm, why are you in these lands? war is on the arise" asked thrainduil while he stood up and got closer to Melkor's meat puppet.
Melkor didn't answer which Thrainduil took as an offense to his massive ego. Thrainduil said loudly "you will answer when spoken to human"
Melkors puppet went limp, his eyes disappeared and then a black smoke raised from the puppets eye sockets and mouth.
It shaped itself into what looked like a large man, he had long hair and you could bearly make out a crown on his head. He had bright white eyeballs.
He said in an echoing voice "You have a large ego elf, spread the word throughout the lands, The true dark lord as returned, the black hand, the first enemy, the dark one, THE ELDER KING HAS RETURNED, AND YOU THRAINDUIL, YOU WILL BE THE FIRST HEAD ON A PIKE IN MY ETERNAL CONQUEST"
The smokey mist disappeared into nothing. Floated away in the wind. Melkor's body wasn't limp anymore.
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