Yep. Why are you on my balcony?

I wanted to return the favor where it was owed. I know they'd have told you what they thought you needed to know anyway but it's the wrong aesthetic, you know?

Oh. Sure, I'll go get paper. He has paper. He gets some.

She's waiting.

Go ahead.

Melkor! Melkor before the world, Melkor in the music, Melkor as divine plan and rebellion against divine plan, serving only in Eru's eyes to improve it - Melkor delighted by his orcs, by their misery and fear and his absolute power over them, Melkor fascinated by his enemies and the shapes into which they buckle under pressure, Melkor who wants a universe full of unimaginable suffering only interrupted when the interruption will make it worse later. Angband, which is as much a part of his body as his body is. The Silmarils, blazing painfully on his crown - Melkor jealous, Melkor aware that civilizations uninterrupted will reach greater heights from which he can topple them - the civil war Melkor arranged in Valinor and how pleased he was with its effects - a flash of a memory of a man dragged through the streets and thrown at Maitimo's feet - Melkor obsessed with defying fate, Melkor desperate for the magic that was used to rip his orcs  free and simultaneously furious about it -

Okay that's really useful wow.

Any time, sweetheart. You need a ride out of here?

Uh, I live here.

And lotsa people live in Angband. 

Am I unbeknownst to myself being held prisoner, that would be a trick.

They say you don't know if you're a prisoner until you try leaving.

I've left since I've been here, though, went to another world.

She shrugs elaborately. If you're happy I've got nothing to say about it.

Uh, I think I'm fine but I'm curious why you thought I wasn't.

The various rulers of Beleriand are not as a rule great for the men they collect. It's alllllll men, too, even if I wanted to hand someone a leash in exchange for glamour and power there's no one to hand it to. Pout.

I can't really speak to the sexual preference ratio. Uh, I'm fine and Findekáno seems fine...

I can't actually get into this city unless they're expecting me, I don't get things firsthand. Maybe he grew out of it.

Grew out of what?

Another flash of the thing that had Melkor so pleased at the outcome of the civil war - a man dragged through the streets and thrown at Maitimo's feet - 

That all you've got? he wonders.

I think we're even in favors, little magician.

Uh, do you need anything?

I wanna burn the world with blood and ash.

I'll, uh, keep that in mind next time we recruit a new batch of mages.