Nin - for her name was kind of long - never realized how much she liked to sleep.

She never realized how it much it dominated her time - aside from her Singing of course, which took precedence over everything else - and with a frown, she realized she didn't have much else to do.

She wondered if she could find something to occupy her time.

Like what?

I don't know.

Then why wonder at all?

Núnonin knew there was power inside of her besides the great Song that thrummed in time with her heartbeat and exhales but she could never coax it out.

She could feel it bubble and toil up in her soul - in her fëa - and coon to her from behind her lungs but when she went reaching for it with incorporeal curious fingers, that infernal spark inside her shied away and hid.

And after so many apparent rejections from the light that was intertwined with her - after chasing and chasing after the flame that ran giggling through her veins - the incarnate of Melkor decided to wait until whatever force that lingered in her body chose to come to her instead.

Why not make it do what you want?

Because I don't need to.

You never had a problem taking things you wanted before.

I'm not the same as I was then now am I?

Ha! You most certainly are not.

And if a bitter tang teased her into staunchly ignoring the sweet beckoning of the vibrancy welling up in her bones then no one was there to notice.

She had taken to braiding her hair and she supposed she enjoyed it to a degree or two.

She remembered enough from her old life to recreate many different styles and when she ran out of those - which she did fairly quickly - she created new ones.

Often she thought it was a bit of a waste since she had no hair pins, clips, or rubber bands and since her hair now was so fine and silk-like, the plaits didn't want to stay in formation of their own violation and they would slip loose with the barest flutter of the wind.

She missed her old tightly curled ringlets.

Beauty had never been as hard as it was now that she was a vision of perfect beauty.

Didn't you use to dream about having a mane as tameable as this one?

Shut up.

It was surprising how boredom could spur a person into making discoveries they otherwise wouldn't make in a different, more entertaining set of circumstances and since she was bored twenty-four seven, well her days were just ripe with new knowledge.

Staring down at the stone floor nearly hundreds of feet away, Nin stretched out a tentative hand and ran the tips of her tawny brown fingers through the shining obsidian length and marveled at how much weight her will carried on the world around her.

All she had to do was want something bad enough, wish for it hard enough, or Sing for it loudly enough and she got her way.

If she didn't pace herself she would end up spoiled rotten.

Standing up from her crouching position, the upside down dark Vala sucked in a breath, released the tension in her muscles, and let herself fall through the air.

The way her hair fluttered in the updraft made her feel free.

I hope you land on your feet.

I will.

You didn't the first few times. The voice pointed out dryly and with a scowl, she twisted her body mid-air and landed crouched on her hands and knees.

That's not your feet.

It's close e-fucking-nough.

The dreams about her past and her death eventually tapered off into vague feelings of distress and nothingness as time went on.

And that wasn't to say she didn't remember - she didn't think she could ever forget - but it wasn't haunting her anymore.

Right?

What? Are you not sure?

Is anything anymore? Is anyone?

But shouldn't you know yourself better than this?

Maybe.

You used to. The voice accused and she bristled. You had.

"I used to do a lot of things." She hissed out as heat and rage flared deep in her gut and the stone foundation beneath her trembled at her fury. "I had a lot of things."

But those things are fucking gone now and I'm not sure if I can get half of them back.

She thought she was beyond tears at this point but as she lay down to sleep and her eyes dripped droplets of salt and pain down her cheeks, she could feel an old wound open and begin to bleed again.

She glad all was silent in her head.

"I think I want out." Núnonin confessed to herself as she pressed a slim dark hand to the stone walls. "I think I want out."

And so what are you going to do to achieve that?

I'll ask.

Who?

Melkor. Creator. Father.

But you're not even sure about it.

I'm sure enough that I want the option.

When will you make your request?

Next time. She assured herself. Next time I get a chance.

There always managed to be fruit in her bowls but she never saw them refill.

It was convenient if not a tad bit scary and once, when she got unbearably curious she ate every succulent piece of sweetness available and sat back in wait for something to happen - only for her to blink and suddenly it was overflowing with produce.

And when she tried not blinking, the bowl stayed empty and well, she wasn't going to let her stubbornness take away a particular delight of hers and so she looked away - and it was full again.

She scowled and picked up something that resembled a pomegranate and took a bite.

Stupid magic.

Hey now, you're made of that 'stupid magic', should you really be cursing it right now?

Stupid. Magic.

Staring down at her hand that was covered in dust, the girl reached over, picked up another stone piece and crushed it effortlessly in her bare palm.

Núnonin wasn't exactly sure how she got to this point - she had lost track when she Sung half the room into destruction and chaos - but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

Blowing off the fragments that clung to her skin Núnonin clenched her digits into a fist and gave her next action careful consideration before she reared back her arm and slammed her knuckles into the wall in front of her.

There was no pain despite the amount of force she put into that punch.

It was almost enough to freak her out.

Almost.

Pulling away, she ran a single finger along the indent - the indent her fucking fist made - and then ran one along the ridge of her balled up fingers - that weren't fucking broken - and blinked.

Could I break through the wall?

Are you gonna try?

No.

But you want to.

I want a lot of things but we don't always get our base desires nor do we have to give into them.

Aren't you going to ask him? The voice needled as she stared up into the swirling silver eyes held in a face that mirrored her own and she swallowed.

Maybe another time. She hedged as she crushed another rock at Melkor's whim. It doesn't have to be now.

Then when?

Whenever I want. Whenever I decide.

I knew you weren't sure.

And so what? She shot back as she melted into Melkor's hand that tangled approvingly into her hair. I'm allowed some indecision, aren't I?

Aren't I?

Melkor gave her a staff - or perhaps it was a scepter but the details hardly mattered.

What did was the fact that it called for the power that hid in her blood and she could feel it clawing it's way out.

"This is a merely a tool, one designed to teach and guide the forces inside you to the outside realm." He rumbled soothingly as he kneeled and presented her with his gift. "Do not grow dependent on this crutch my dearest Núnonin, for doing so will only hinder you."

Her bright eyes locked with his before they lowered to the silver rod that was decorated with signs and sigils that were known to her but carried no distinct familiarity and hesitantly, she reached out and brushed her fingers against the construct and all at once, there was a powerful pulse that raced out from under her ribs and shook the world as she knew it.

Almost thrown back, she tightened her grip on the weapon - for surely that's what it was - and felt herself sink into the black.

"You will be my greatest triumph." Melkor purred as her lids lowered and her body began to slumber. "You will be my most magnificent slight to Eru Iluvatar and he will know my influence and he will know your power."

Boom! New chapter!

I'm trying to paint Nin's character as someone who is confused, scared, and depressed but she still has that special kind of sass unique to our world. She'll eventually get back into her old groove but it won't be the same rest assured. She's still finding her bearing and trying her best to understand everything that's happening and deal with it accordingly. She just needs time - and perhaps later on a kick in the pants.

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3) Which canon character(s) do you think Nin would get along with and why? Which characters do you think she wouldn't get along with and why?

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