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Word Count: 234
Category: Gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Highlander, Silmarillion
AU: Immortals of Arda
Series: The Travel Collection
Characters: Methos
Relationships: Methos & Morgoth
He was born in darkness. Not the dark of night, beneath the stars like his mother's people. Not the dimly lit huts of his father's people, huddled together like deer against the winter.
This darkness was the cold blackness of Utumno, the great fortress of the Vala Morgoth. Born in blood from the tortured wreck of his mother, and twisted by the hand of the dark in search of a creature he could call his own. Abandoned half-dead as a failed experiment into the merciless waste.
He refused to die. Refused to give up, and struggled to reach some place that would better sustain his pain-wracked body. Failed, though he yet refused to acknowledge such a thing, nor would recall it later. Would not recall arguing with a being beyond the power of the Vala who'd so tormented him. Would not remember the wonderful and terrible deal struck that would give him a life as long as the world should last.
Nor was his the only life so saved, though he would live long years alone before he met another born of Morgoth's failures. Live long enough to see the world change, and those such as he change with it. Live and survive, and be everything Man could conceive to be, and never once truly remembering how his kind came to be, nor realize he is the first, as well as oldest.
Word Count: 234
Category: Gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Highlander, Silmarillion
AU: Immortals of Arda
Series: The Travel Collection
Characters: Methos
Relationships: Methos & Morgoth
He was born in darkness. Not the dark of night, beneath the stars like his mother's people. Not the dimly lit huts of his father's people, huddled together like deer against the winter.
This darkness was the cold blackness of Utumno, the great fortress of the Vala Morgoth. Born in blood from the tortured wreck of his mother, and twisted by the hand of the dark in search of a creature he could call his own. Abandoned half-dead as a failed experiment into the merciless waste.
He refused to die. Refused to give up, and struggled to reach some place that would better sustain his pain-wracked body. Failed, though he yet refused to acknowledge such a thing, nor would recall it later. Would not recall arguing with a being beyond the power of the Vala who'd so tormented him. Would not remember the wonderful and terrible deal struck that would give him a life as long as the world should last.
Nor was his the only life so saved, though he would live long years alone before he met another born of Morgoth's failures. Live long enough to see the world change, and those such as he change with it. Live and survive, and be everything Man could conceive to be, and never once truly remembering how his kind came to be, nor realize he is the first, as well as oldest.