He was offering a chance to make a difference, to stop being 15 minutes to late or not convincing enough to turn the tide of violence and revenge fostered by feeling forsaken “Then I accept gladly. Am I free to offer mercy and nurture all I desire to do so or is my power, being lesser than a Maia’s, only usable to comfort a chosen few? And how will I bear mark of my office? Do I even have an official role or am I… outside the usual chain of power?” She then added after observing his smile a while “Thank you, for this opportunity” What a weird creator they had…
"Your power will reside in Middle Earth, and no further." He took her hands in his gloved ones, a surge of warmth passing through her as the world around them seemed to still. He pressed his lips to her brow, a circlet of Anemones appearing and casting themselves in a bronze around her head with a delicate floral wrap. "You will nurture all those you can reach."
She wanted nothing to do with him and yet, if he was offering a way she could guide the Children and make their life easier… ”How would you have me serve them, Iluvatar? I will put my pride aside and work with you if it means a gentler fate for those that feel forsaken. You are offering me a greater power independent of a Valar’s? Won’t they oppose it? Especially since I’m the mother of kinslayers, and my desire for mercy is pure in its intent, but also touched by my love of them”
"You have embodied merciful aid in your words and deeds. You are willing to spite the Creator in your Crusade. This is worth at the very least, some veneration. Your power will be lesser than that of the Maiar, and bound to Middle Earth while you live and work. As Nienna weeps, you shall nurture. It may be opposed, but as you’ve made clear…many of my decisions are unpopular." His grin widened.
She was going to go on a rant about how he had not listened to a word of what she had said but she found she had to address his assumption first. ”I’m happy I was wrong on one thing. You say you love your creation, however at odds we may be on how to best take care of it” That being said, she was mightily insulted ”What are you saying exactly? I already am a being of mercy, as much as I can, with all of my will. I already try to warm the hearts of the beleaguered. I adopt lost children, I counsel those that will heed my wisdom, I protect those in need of a strong arm to hide behind. Surely you are not suggesting…” This was too far fetched. ”I just told you I want nothing to do with the Valar, I am certainly not going to serve one! My loyalty lies with the Children. Given how you decry defiance, I can`t fathom what you are trying to do here”
"Precisely. Valinor is full of brown noses and compromised spines. I do love my Valar just as much as I love my Children…but I’m sure if I decreed that it was sin to not wear frilly undergarments on your head..the order would be carried out without question. To maintain my callous objectivity I cannot become too involved. History has shown as much. You are right in challenging my detached sense of mercy." He walked towards her again, still smiling. "I am not asking that you serve a Vala. I am offering you the ability to serve the Children."
Tough titties." Said the kitty. "But the milk’s still good.
She stepped up to him again. Surely it was just miscommunication. She knew the Valar were wrong, but for Eru to be so obtuse filled her with dread, and yet it seemed to be the case ”We are not like Morgoth! We don’t want to take over the world or destroy Arda. I couldn’t care less for renown in the eyes of you or the Valar but freedom, yes, I do yearn for. We wanted protection when we trusted the Valar to provide it. They failed us. Ungoliant ate the light of the Trees, Morgoth murdered Finwe and stole the Silmarils and the Valar looked despondent and shuffled their feet. That was it.
Now we want freedom from them. I’m sure we’ll manage just as well as they did, if not better, and be less smug and stifling about it. And your idea of exerting influence was to drown an entire nation! There are levels of influence, or are you unable to control your own power? But oh! you did punish the Noldor! We died in droves on the Helcaraxe, we lost sons and brothers to the orcs, our strongholds were annihilated and our leaders all died. The Firstborn will sail back to Valinor with despair in their heart or die in violence. And those who die are only released when they conform to whatever arbitrary criteria Namo has, but I can bet not being critical of the Valar is one of them”
Nerdanel breathed deeply. She knew what she had to do but it was still terrifying ”You are a tyrant. You merciless and your heart is cold. Not one of your argument stem from love for your children and you have nothing but contempt for the pain of the Eldar. I will say and believe firmly I love them better than you do! Go ahead and take your favorites to a ”better” world. I have nothing to say to you, nor will I ever will again. Children should break contact with abusive parents, and so shall I. I consider myself no longer an Eruhini. It shouldn’t feel like a loss to you at all, given you dim view of my family”
His expression shifted again, from annoyed to a cheek splitting smile. “And that is precisely the sort of strong will a being of mercy should have.” He twirled and looked up at the sky with a mighty inhale. “I’m accustomed to being blamed for the choices of those blessed with free will and the collateral damage of my heavy hands.” He spun back to face her, hands clasping. “Strife and pain are not dependent on Melkor’s presence, and the love I feel for my Creation endangers my impartiality every moment of every day…but perhaps the fire of Mahtan’s line can warm more than just a smithy…”
Free will is real. It is not only a gift, but a great gift, highly valued and given only by Eru Iluvatar himself, and therefore not to be taken from another. This, in part, is why choice is so important in Tolkien’s writing. It is also an answer to the question of why the One Ring is so inherently evil: its power is to dominate other wills and to remove their freedom.
—Matther Dickerson, Following Gandalf: Epic Battles and Moral Victory in The Lord of the Rings (p. 115)
”You misconstrue the nature of the Oath and besmirch my family`s honor in doing so. Fëanor and my sons promised to reclaim the Silmarils, but also to end Morgoth who threatened all life. The Valar brought the elves to Valinor, but what of the few independent spirits that stayed behind? Should they suffer the horrors Melkor brought forth just for the sin of wanting to stay behind? What about Men, who were always to live in Middle-Earth, how could they hope not to get crushed by the Enemy? Only the strength of the Firstborn kept him at bay long enough for them to gain the requisite knowledge to defend themselves. Fëanor also left to be free of the Valar, and those that followed and were not Oathbound wanted the same freedom. Even with no obsession, I would not want to return to Valinor and be a thrall again!
If you purged them of the compulsion of the Oath, the only thing that would remain is their will, and give them the choice to repent or continue forth. As it is now, their entire life was decided by words spoken centuries ago” She was happy he was at least admitting his guilt ”You needed the Oath. You needed it to show what happens to those that rebel and seek independance. The Oath is a compulsion, and not born of the will of my family. It`s a driving force you or one of the Valar yoked them to. Remove the Valar, all of them, and Arda will be a better place. Take yourself hence from your world. You have done enough damage. Give us free rein and we will fix it”
"I’m sure the violent means and theft employed did nothing but shower your line with honour." His tone was dry as he rubbed his temples. "Melkor sought the same sort of freedom and renown, so surely you understand why I am hesitant to give the reins entirely over to those made with a similar template of the Valar." He sighed. "You do not want to be held thrall, but you want absolute protection. You want free will with no consequences. When I sat idle, Creation wailed. When I exerted influence, I was billed a tyrant. You all can’t have it both ways. Melkor was punished for his wrongs, just as you all were."
Your muse sees mine up for sale at an auction. How much would your muse pay to buy them and why?