They return in swarms from the caves at the peaks of Thangorodrim, their arrival marked by a cacophany of high-pitched sounds that carry for leagues about the mountain.
Mairon finds them fascinating. Melkor does not.
“How great can they be if they cannot even use their eyes?”
Evenly: “They were made to see by hearing.”
Melkor scowls. “They are blind.”
He watches his Master’s retreating back with no small amount of melancholy. Melkor does not see, or hear. He knows only what he wants, what is his.
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edgeofglory2013-10-17 10:12 pm
bats.
Mairon finds them fascinating. Melkor does not.
“How great can they be if they cannot even use their eyes?”
Evenly: “They were made to see by hearing.”
Melkor scowls. “They are blind.”
He watches his Master’s retreating back with no small amount of melancholy. Melkor does not see, or hear. He knows only what he wants, what is his.
He does not hear Arda.
(But he will have it all the same.)