YayGollum
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Greetings. I noticed some thread around here asking if Mel was worse in some way than Sauron. The first answer to pop into my head was ---> "Mel is the greatest! Poor Mel. Evil Sauron. Mel never hurt poor Smeagol." I then started thinking up some proof for you people who need to hear more evidence than that. The only reason I made my own thread is because this turned into more of a long rant all about Mel and less about why Sauron is really evil. Here you go.
Poor Mel. At the beginning of time, all Ainur are in some creepy as well as magically naked spirit form. Mel sees how cool he is and believes that it should be achingly obvious to everyone else. Understandably so. And yet, after a bit of Eru's first attempt at music, he is never acknowledged. Sure, he's a little confused and annoyed. Decides to stop standing around and hoping for some just admiration. Heads off into the Void to look for something to do, can't find much of interest, heads back and writes a self-indulgent piece of music (if noone else will recognize him, he might as well show off how great he is by recognizing himself).
He's having all kinds of fun with that, others are, too, he works up the nerve to talk to Varda, but she says ---> "No way, man. Ick. Check out Manwe over there. He's the spirit of the sock puppet! He has some mysterious link to Eru. Isn't that so cool? I'll go hang out with him. Get away from me, you original artist!" Mel sniffs and looks about sadly ---> "But, um, she just called me the original artist. How is that not cooler than being a sock puppet? oh well. I'll have fun with these spirits of fire. They understand me, man."
Anyways, it turns out that Eru was not a fan of whatever genre of music Mel just invented, so he corrupts it and turns it into one of those mixed genre things that not everyone enjoys. Manwe adores the thing, of course. All of the "pure" Ainur say ---> "Oh, wow, Eru. You're the greatest. Fixing that trash that Mel calls music and turning our music into something even more beautiful." As Eru starts ranting about some creation they just created, Mel sniffs again and says ---> "But, dudes, I'm the spirit of creativity. How can you not think that my music was cool, too? I wasn't corrupting. Just stretching my creative muscles with what the guy gave me to work with." Ulmo rants about snow and ice and whatever else. Mel humbly mentions that yes, those were achingly great as well as creative spins that he put on water. Not many share his views.
They all head for Middle Earth. Mel is understandably confused as to why Manwe is seen as the dude in charge. He remembers being naked in front of all of them and loving it. He remembers showing off his obvious greatness in every way. He wonders why some inferior specimen was chosen to be the leader. When the other Ainur mess about in their respective fields, Mel shows up to put a creative spin on it.
The Ainur call that a war. When Mel hears that, he flusteredly looks about and says something like ---> "Do what? What war? Garn! Nasssty closed-minded types! Can't you see that I am not corrupting? I am merely showing you people new aspects of your own ideas!" They do not agree. They make some huge deal about his aurora borealis typed ideas. They claim that he is all about destruction since he gave them ice to make some big and useless (at least to Mel) lamps and they melted. Mel smugly says ---> "You dudes couldn't see how great I was in the first place, so I now have to show you in more obvious bashing you over the head types of ways. It is not my fault that you are so dense. Maybe if you had a better leader, some sort of great as well as intelligent example to see shining gloriously on some nice throne kind of chair, I could help you with that."
As he goes into detail on what he thinks a creative throne should look like, the other Ainur toss a "Humph! Pure evil!" at him and move to Valinor. Mel looks about, wonders where everyone went, tosses a "Humph! Pitiful intellectual weaklings!" at them and makes his own house up north. He remembers hearing something about Children of Eru. He is not evil, he just sees great potential in this cool sounding invention. He is hoping for something to see his greatness. Sure, he has lots of minions by this time, but most of them agree with the other Ainur's idea that he is pure evil. He's always looking around for these kids.
Sometime in there, he sees some sickle looking shape of stars made by Varda. He looks and the thing and cries ---> "Do what? And they call me evil! Ha! Evil Varda! I never liked her! Shut up, Sauron! I am peacefully sitting up here, doing my own thing. I have not messed with them since they left, and they make that thing. Sounds like an invitation! Where are those elf things I've been waiting for?" Random messenger dude shows up, says that they've found the boring little things, Mel orders for a few to be delivered so he can see what great new inspiration will hit him.
He has very little time with his new toys before the Valar show up and toss him in some prison. Do you know how evil a thing that is to be doing to a spirit of creativity? Garn! Poor Mel. He just got these much thought about elf things, he just starts reshaping them to show what cool things you can do that only he could think up, and a bunch of random Ainur show up, destroy his house, kill a bunch of innocent servants of his, tie him up in some evil, albeit interesting, chain, and toss him in a windowless cell.
He is chained up, probably can't evil use his creative hands, for what, an age or something? Maybe more. That is pure evil. Mel must bend and reshape! That is his purpose! He loves it! Poor guy. You can see why he might be very reasonably peeved. Way later, when they finally remember that he's in there, they decide to let him out. Mel is much more careful now. He tries, even though it makes him nauseous to contemplate it, to be like everyone else, to hold back his creative urges, to speak instead of act, and to speak very cautiously.
It has been a while, and he would want to immediately head back to fix his house and see what's been going on with his servants while he's been gone, but this Valinor place doesn't look too bad (lots of possibilities for reconstruction) and these elves seem pretty interesting. He hangs out with them, holds back his urges to mess with them directly, tries to teach them to grow some creativity of their own, but most are just as tragically dense as the Ainur. Yes, he is achingly bitter and angry at the sight of elves, but because he is the spirit of creativity, he can still have a bit of fun. Especially with Feanor.
Here is a guy very much like Mel. A very creative guy who must touch and examine and test and reshape pretty much everything that he sees. Mel could have had a good friend there, but Feanor was just a little too fiery for him. Too jealous and guarded with his ideas. Oh, I'm sure that being born as well as raised in Valinor, a place often seen by such evil and closed-minded Mel-haters as Tulkas and Ulmo, had nothing to do with Feanor's opinion on Mel.
Poor Mel. At the beginning of time, all Ainur are in some creepy as well as magically naked spirit form. Mel sees how cool he is and believes that it should be achingly obvious to everyone else. Understandably so. And yet, after a bit of Eru's first attempt at music, he is never acknowledged. Sure, he's a little confused and annoyed. Decides to stop standing around and hoping for some just admiration. Heads off into the Void to look for something to do, can't find much of interest, heads back and writes a self-indulgent piece of music (if noone else will recognize him, he might as well show off how great he is by recognizing himself).
He's having all kinds of fun with that, others are, too, he works up the nerve to talk to Varda, but she says ---> "No way, man. Ick. Check out Manwe over there. He's the spirit of the sock puppet! He has some mysterious link to Eru. Isn't that so cool? I'll go hang out with him. Get away from me, you original artist!" Mel sniffs and looks about sadly ---> "But, um, she just called me the original artist. How is that not cooler than being a sock puppet? oh well. I'll have fun with these spirits of fire. They understand me, man."
Anyways, it turns out that Eru was not a fan of whatever genre of music Mel just invented, so he corrupts it and turns it into one of those mixed genre things that not everyone enjoys. Manwe adores the thing, of course. All of the "pure" Ainur say ---> "Oh, wow, Eru. You're the greatest. Fixing that trash that Mel calls music and turning our music into something even more beautiful." As Eru starts ranting about some creation they just created, Mel sniffs again and says ---> "But, dudes, I'm the spirit of creativity. How can you not think that my music was cool, too? I wasn't corrupting. Just stretching my creative muscles with what the guy gave me to work with." Ulmo rants about snow and ice and whatever else. Mel humbly mentions that yes, those were achingly great as well as creative spins that he put on water. Not many share his views.
They all head for Middle Earth. Mel is understandably confused as to why Manwe is seen as the dude in charge. He remembers being naked in front of all of them and loving it. He remembers showing off his obvious greatness in every way. He wonders why some inferior specimen was chosen to be the leader. When the other Ainur mess about in their respective fields, Mel shows up to put a creative spin on it.
The Ainur call that a war. When Mel hears that, he flusteredly looks about and says something like ---> "Do what? What war? Garn! Nasssty closed-minded types! Can't you see that I am not corrupting? I am merely showing you people new aspects of your own ideas!" They do not agree. They make some huge deal about his aurora borealis typed ideas. They claim that he is all about destruction since he gave them ice to make some big and useless (at least to Mel) lamps and they melted. Mel smugly says ---> "You dudes couldn't see how great I was in the first place, so I now have to show you in more obvious bashing you over the head types of ways. It is not my fault that you are so dense. Maybe if you had a better leader, some sort of great as well as intelligent example to see shining gloriously on some nice throne kind of chair, I could help you with that."
As he goes into detail on what he thinks a creative throne should look like, the other Ainur toss a "Humph! Pure evil!" at him and move to Valinor. Mel looks about, wonders where everyone went, tosses a "Humph! Pitiful intellectual weaklings!" at them and makes his own house up north. He remembers hearing something about Children of Eru. He is not evil, he just sees great potential in this cool sounding invention. He is hoping for something to see his greatness. Sure, he has lots of minions by this time, but most of them agree with the other Ainur's idea that he is pure evil. He's always looking around for these kids.
Sometime in there, he sees some sickle looking shape of stars made by Varda. He looks and the thing and cries ---> "Do what? And they call me evil! Ha! Evil Varda! I never liked her! Shut up, Sauron! I am peacefully sitting up here, doing my own thing. I have not messed with them since they left, and they make that thing. Sounds like an invitation! Where are those elf things I've been waiting for?" Random messenger dude shows up, says that they've found the boring little things, Mel orders for a few to be delivered so he can see what great new inspiration will hit him.
He has very little time with his new toys before the Valar show up and toss him in some prison. Do you know how evil a thing that is to be doing to a spirit of creativity? Garn! Poor Mel. He just got these much thought about elf things, he just starts reshaping them to show what cool things you can do that only he could think up, and a bunch of random Ainur show up, destroy his house, kill a bunch of innocent servants of his, tie him up in some evil, albeit interesting, chain, and toss him in a windowless cell.
He is chained up, probably can't evil use his creative hands, for what, an age or something? Maybe more. That is pure evil. Mel must bend and reshape! That is his purpose! He loves it! Poor guy. You can see why he might be very reasonably peeved. Way later, when they finally remember that he's in there, they decide to let him out. Mel is much more careful now. He tries, even though it makes him nauseous to contemplate it, to be like everyone else, to hold back his creative urges, to speak instead of act, and to speak very cautiously.
It has been a while, and he would want to immediately head back to fix his house and see what's been going on with his servants while he's been gone, but this Valinor place doesn't look too bad (lots of possibilities for reconstruction) and these elves seem pretty interesting. He hangs out with them, holds back his urges to mess with them directly, tries to teach them to grow some creativity of their own, but most are just as tragically dense as the Ainur. Yes, he is achingly bitter and angry at the sight of elves, but because he is the spirit of creativity, he can still have a bit of fun. Especially with Feanor.
Here is a guy very much like Mel. A very creative guy who must touch and examine and test and reshape pretty much everything that he sees. Mel could have had a good friend there, but Feanor was just a little too fiery for him. Too jealous and guarded with his ideas. Oh, I'm sure that being born as well as raised in Valinor, a place often seen by such evil and closed-minded Mel-haters as Tulkas and Ulmo, had nothing to do with Feanor's opinion on Mel.

