Tolkien’s Songs: Silmaril and Turin

               I imagine they’re laughing at me from their palace of peace and harmony. To think there was a new people to be fed my darkness, and to think I have failed so horribly in my purpose. Insignificant distractors have ensnared my attention away from corruption as their elvish cries plague my ears and drown the innocent melody awaiting my corruption. Is it a cruel irony that songs of war are capturing my attention when I least desire them? I suppose it may be so, but if they ensnare and tie my hands, let they be tied into a fist. To sow the seeds of conflict is not the only preparation of my darkness, and as hornets swarm and consume the security of a passerby, so shall my forces and I. If they do not wish to eat of my poisoned comb and instead make peace with the elves, then I shall innovate on discord myself. Let their joyous laughter turn to screaming as orcs tear loved ones limb from limb and crush the roofs they labored their w...

               Eru: https://youtu.be/xinc9SQYNEA?si=h8hrvOXa7HcOMn4i                The song of our world gives hope———                We—— place our trust in him——-                Our—- God— his— one and only might——                Brings us life and peace———                He is the one and only mi——ghty——                Bringer of joy and love——-                His—- flame is our holy holy grail                Our trust and our truth——                He is the one who lives beyond—— us——           ...

     Why should Eru hold to key to creation? Is my song not as beautiful as theirs? To think that I, mightiest of the Ainur, should be denied the Flame Imperishable is tyrannical. The song that Eru sings is flowing, beautifully harmonic, but is it vain to prefer the creation of my own? The other Ainur join me in my song, and Eru drowns me at the raise of a hand. Those Ainur that don’t are favored by Eru, and granted lenience, such that they may create with minimal scorn. Aulë is granted lenience for the dwarves, yet I must be forced to maintain mediocrity. I am unique, I am what all of them cannot be, I have been granted all parts of the mind of Eru. As Aulë desires creation, so do I. As Yavanna kindles growth, so do I yearn for. My power is greatest, as is known by all the Ainur, so why do I not feel as though I have power? To sing my song is my ultimate rebellion, but despite my efforts I am silenced in Eru’s infallibility, his final deafening melody obliterating my s...