On the mun's excitement over seeing the hobbit

[lightbranded]

 Well. I can't say I can be too surprised that such a story has brought me to mind once more.  Matters of the battle between Light and Dark must by their very nature be a weighty matter in any world.  And it seems to me that the Dark in that world lies very deep indeed.

But you must remember that it is all a part of the pattern.  And the darker the pattern grows, the brighter the few threads of Light will shine.  

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[darkenemyoftheworld]

[Meet the Master of the Dark in all of Arda who towers over you like a mountain.]

AND JUST WHO OR WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? YOU FEEL LIKE MAIAR YET SOME HOW... DIFFERENT.

[lightbranded]

[The human boy that was Will would have gladly admitted to some trepidation. Not so much to the physical presence of this person, but to the weight of menace he could feel in the air. Not since the final rising of the Dark had he felt so much malevolence pressing down upon him. For a moment he desperately wishes for the comforting weight of the signs around his waist or the presence of any of his kind. Alone, this might be a threat beyond his ability.

But the Old One that was Will draws upon the serenity that was the mark of his kind and upon the Light and looks upon Morgoth impassively.]

I am an Old One of the Light. Signseeker, I have been called. And the Youngest of the Old. But for now I am the Watchman, who must guard ever against the coming of the Dark.