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Tar-Mairon summoned a name he had long forgotten.
What lead him to do so was a truth once known, but rejected. A being greater than him existed, but was imprisoned too far – so far that, in his arrogance, he abandoned the memory.
Mairon needed to destroy the love between númenóreans and The Powers, and whose name other than Melkor's would match so perfectly?
There should be no pleasure in that great scheme, yet pleasure he felt. After all, was it not Morgoth the one who raised him above the other Maiar? Was not in Bauglir that he saw the power he craved?
How could he forget such a thing?
So he raised a might tower in the name of He Who Arises in Might. So he burned his enemies for The Enemy.
And, at last, in his grand finale… Sent war to the Valar in their Blessed Lands.
At his tower, with The Ring in hand, feeling the world tremble, the name of Melkor echoed in the world one last time.
“Melkor… Thy form and name art about to be seen in Arda once more.”
But the seas opened, the tower fell… And both Númenor and Tar-Mairon were no more.