A collection of drabbles where various characters from Middle Earth and the Undying Lands meets our beloved Hariel. Some feel awe, some lust, some joy and some envy. Posted here because it has little to do with the 'Reset' storyline but I couldn't help myself. ^_________~ Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think.

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Melkor/Morgoth - Contempt

When Vala Melkor first approached Maia Ossë for the sea spirit's assistance, he laid eyes upon a youthful Maia he knew to be of service to Namo.

The hooded spirit only lifted his head slightly when the corrupted Power approached the two Maiar. Then he turned away, as if dismissing the Vala and nodded to the other Maia before disappearing in a swirl of black robes.

Melkor felt a surge of irritation and anger from the lack of respect the lowly Maia was showing him. However, he was also unable to curb the tiny tendril of curiousity.

He had never seen the petite Maia without his hood before except from afar, often with his Power, Mandos or the Vala Vaire.

But Melkor brushed off those thoughts and stifled his curiousity for he had more important matters to attend to.

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Ever since his reincarnation, Hariel had never hated anyone as much as this dark lord.

Indeed, the title was inexplicably appropriate for this Vala Melkor, who desired nothing but strife and despair.

Hariel held nothing but contempt for this creature that was called one of the Powers. This being that reminded him so much of the bane of his previous existence, with his lust for power and desire for dominance over the Arda.

Mandos or Vala Namo, his beloved mentor and Lord, bid him patience whenever the power catches sight of the Maia's glare towards the bringer of discord. But Hariel could not bring himself to feel anything but contempt for this ungrateful tainted creature.

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Melkor cursed Ilúvatar and all the beings of his creations. He cursed them as the inevitable end drew closer. He knew now that he could no longer escape the fate that awaited him. He knew the moment Death appeared beside him and could not be dispelled.

The silent Maia only stood and waited as the fallen Vala raged like a cornered prey. In desperation, the Dark Lord attempted to persuade the black-clad spirit to join him but Death remained quiet until at last, the diminuitive Maia lifted his hand to pull his black hood down.

All Vala Melkor saw within the last few moments of his existence was the fair countenance of Death.

And then, nothing.