Gothmog

High Captain of Angband's Armies and Lord of the Balrogs. Not even the mighty Feanor could withstand my power. Formerly the Maia known as Ëalanáro.

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-Northern Wastes.

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-was extinguished under heavy lids as the demon drifted back into his melancholic stupor thinking only of when, if ever, he would leave the-

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-heavy and stone-like, shuddered as they struggled to move until they wrapped around the Balrog much like a massive curtain. His fiery gaze-

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-his head and watched the last crimson drop fall from his hand before drawing his limbs in tight to his chest. Gothmog's massive wings, now-

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-his body yet now barely produced enough heat to keep his isolation chamber ice free. A deep sigh rocked the great being's torso as he hung-

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-crackling with the heat of his lava-like blood, now more resembled lava rock than living stone. Ash, flame, and shadow used to fly from-

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-being. What a pitiful sight the most powerful of Melkor's whip-wielding demons must have made. His hulking frame, once smooth and-

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-could be driven from the place and creatures he had come to recognize as home.

For a moment Gothmog allowed himself to take stock of his-

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-being a being forged by the very vitriol and venom of Melkor and thus despised by all those things deemed "good" in the sight of Eru, he-

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-of blood that fell he allowed himself to think over the events that had brought him to this place. Never had it crossed his mind that even-

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-considered moving let alone letting his vision assess the bleak surroundings he had chosen for his self-imposed isolation. With each bead-

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-it sailed toward the unforgiving stone, yet in the same instance, they appeared frozen in time. Months had passed since Gothmog had even-

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-seemed laced with silver as they fell toward the floor of the cave due to the moon beams. Each teardrop held the High Captain's gaze while-

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-without so much as a squeak.

Red blood began to slowly trickle and drip off the demon's hand drawing his attention. The ruby droplets-

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-by the thunderclap of breaking stone from joints that had not been used in months, killing the animal that had been sitting upon it-

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-stupor. In a motion that, for a moment, reminded the captain of the strength and ferocity he possessed, his hand snapped shut, accompanied-

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-milliseconds later. The rodent had chosen to groom upon the heal of Gothmog's hand and had roused the Lord of the Valaraukar from his-

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-creature was washing.

In response to the disturbance, a great fiery orb appeared on the stones and it was joined by its twin mere-

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-fingers and its palm facing the ceiling. Pink nose twitching, it began to clean itself in the manner that uncannily looked as though the-

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-boulders shifted subtly as a rat crawled over them. The rodent came to rest on a stone that resembled an outstretched hand with talon-like-