#12: Welcome To The World, Now Can I Go Home?
Date: Before the Beginning of Time
My Mood Is: drained
Well, I am writing this from within the World of Arda. I suppose I should be thrilled -- instead I am tired and confused.
I would say about a third of the Hosts of the Ainur volunteered to enter Eä, the World That Is. Most wanted to go; but some went out of service or friendship to someone else. Huan made a big deal out of the fact he was coming for my sake. I mean, I'm glad, but I didn't ask him to come. I don't need him. Truthfully, he's really not on my level. I plan to make new friends in Arda.
Lots and lots of Ainur went because Melkor was going. Most of the fire spirits, a whole bunch of darkness spirits, and many spirits of craft like myself. But lots of air, earth, and water spirits too.
Especially water spirits. Ulmo is their leader -- I guess he's a friend of that stupid air spirit, Manwë. But Ossë came too, and he's pretty cool, in small doses.
Who else went? Melian. I've always had a crush on her -- she is smoking hot. She's with the forest spirits, who I think went into Arda just so they could find out what the hell a "forest" is. Oh Eru, and speaking of women -- just as we were preparing to enter the World, Ungoliant came slithering up. You should have seen the look on Melkor's face -- he was definitely hoping to ditch her.
And Manwë tried to give a speech before we descended. What a despicable prick. But Melkor just cut him off. There's no love lost there.
Melkor was the first to descend, of course. He didn't even look back at Eru. We're not going to be needing Him anymore.
And guess who was second? Manwë tried to cut in front of me, but I just stomped on his instep and jumped ahead. After Melkor, I, Sauron, was first into the World of Arda.
It was horrible.
As I passed from the immaterial and noncorporeal to the material and corporeal, I felt myself stretched beyond breaking, and yet crushed into nothing, as wide as the World and yet small as a speck of dust. I felt myself forced through an impenetrable barrier, my very being fractured and demolished, then reassembled and made whole.
The pain was unbearable.
When I came to my senses, I found myself in a tiny realm of unbearable cold and total darkness. At first I panicked, certain that something had gone wrong. Was it all a trick? Had Eru fashioned a prison for all who denied Him, who desired time and contingency and sensation over an eternity of singing praises?
Then I heard Melkor calling my name, followed soon by the mingled shouts and protestations of the other Ainur.
We had arrived, passing into Eä, the World That Is, and at its center, Arda, the World of the Vision of the Ainulindalë.
So far, it really sucks.
My Mood Is: drained
Well, I am writing this from within the World of Arda. I suppose I should be thrilled -- instead I am tired and confused.
I would say about a third of the Hosts of the Ainur volunteered to enter Eä, the World That Is. Most wanted to go; but some went out of service or friendship to someone else. Huan made a big deal out of the fact he was coming for my sake. I mean, I'm glad, but I didn't ask him to come. I don't need him. Truthfully, he's really not on my level. I plan to make new friends in Arda.
Lots and lots of Ainur went because Melkor was going. Most of the fire spirits, a whole bunch of darkness spirits, and many spirits of craft like myself. But lots of air, earth, and water spirits too.
Especially water spirits. Ulmo is their leader -- I guess he's a friend of that stupid air spirit, Manwë. But Ossë came too, and he's pretty cool, in small doses.
Who else went? Melian. I've always had a crush on her -- she is smoking hot. She's with the forest spirits, who I think went into Arda just so they could find out what the hell a "forest" is. Oh Eru, and speaking of women -- just as we were preparing to enter the World, Ungoliant came slithering up. You should have seen the look on Melkor's face -- he was definitely hoping to ditch her.
And Manwë tried to give a speech before we descended. What a despicable prick. But Melkor just cut him off. There's no love lost there.
Melkor was the first to descend, of course. He didn't even look back at Eru. We're not going to be needing Him anymore.
And guess who was second? Manwë tried to cut in front of me, but I just stomped on his instep and jumped ahead. After Melkor, I, Sauron, was first into the World of Arda.
It was horrible.
As I passed from the immaterial and noncorporeal to the material and corporeal, I felt myself stretched beyond breaking, and yet crushed into nothing, as wide as the World and yet small as a speck of dust. I felt myself forced through an impenetrable barrier, my very being fractured and demolished, then reassembled and made whole.
The pain was unbearable.
When I came to my senses, I found myself in a tiny realm of unbearable cold and total darkness. At first I panicked, certain that something had gone wrong. Was it all a trick? Had Eru fashioned a prison for all who denied Him, who desired time and contingency and sensation over an eternity of singing praises?
Then I heard Melkor calling my name, followed soon by the mingled shouts and protestations of the other Ainur.
We had arrived, passing into Eä, the World That Is, and at its center, Arda, the World of the Vision of the Ainulindalë.
So far, it really sucks.
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