Once upon a time in Valinor there were 2 shiny lights that kept Melkor up at night. “Alright,” said Melkor, “time to do something about this.”
The shithead neighbours in my village installed some giant flood lights on top of poles. Every night I spend there, I fantasize about tearing them down. I get Melkor.
See if you can go out and find a particularly large spider to aid you in your quest
And perhaps an army of balrogs in case the spider becomes too much to deal with.
Damn Fëanor
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains.
On the House of Fëanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also. Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue.
To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they be for ever.
#feanordidnothingwrong
Nobody wants to stop you.
Be they foe or friend, be they foul or pure, may they be Vala, Eldar, Maia, or man, neither love nor law nor sword shall defend they who withhold a Silmarillion meme.
Blind Guardian starts playing…
*turns volume to max*
Get thee gone from my gate, thou jailcrow of Mandos!
Can I stop you?
