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The wind was harsh and cold as always in the high north of Middleearth and the dark flags of Angband were fluttering in the cold breath of Manwe which he sent to the north to show his enemies that he knew where they were.
Mairons eyes followed the fast movements of one of these flags. He wondered if Manwe was able to see him, if this wind was a sign that he would come again to get him, like he did with Melkor.
Melkor his name was bidder and sweet at the same time. The mighty arising, the most powerful of all the beings in Ea. And now he was captured. Captured in the holy land of Valinor where the Valar lived.
His eyes were now focusing the west, this damned direction where all the bad came from to destroy Melkors plans. Three thousand and one year and seventy days had passed and Melkor didn’t come back.
Mairon hated himself cause of his coward behavior. He hid from the troops of Valinor and he watched Melkor how he was captured and brought back to the lands he left in hate.
“I should’ve revealed myself to come with him. I could have protected him”, whispered Mairon. He didn’t know how often he had said those words. He treated them like a spell and hoped they would bring him the courage to go to Valinor and to set his master, no his loved one, free.
But the courage won’t come. He was still a little Coward and he knew that Melkor was disappointed in him. He was a terrible servant, a terrible friend, a terrible lover…
Mairon sighed and turned away from the harsh winds of the west. He left the balcony which Melkor built only for him, beccause sometimes Mairon still needed the light of Laurélin and Telperion. Another thing he hated about himself. He wasn’t an Ainur anymore, he was Sauron, Gothaur the gruesome and many other names were given to him by the Quendy. But still, for Melkor, he would always stay Mairon.
Angband wasn’t a nice place. Of course it wasn’t. Melkor loved black and darkness and the glimmering light of destroying flames. Mairon remembered, he often complained about the cold and the ugliness of this place. Now he wished he never said those words. He wished he could apologize. But it wasn’t possible. Melkor was gone and every apologize was worthless. Especially Mairons apologizes. They lost their worth when he hid although he could have fought against these ignorant Valar.