Melkor walks along Valimar- it's not an exception if for all day long- he is acting friendly and plotting new evil plans, in hopes he oneday can return back to the cold north where he once dwellt in his fortress, covered in snow. ...where he didn't have to peek out all day long, or even have to see this annoying sun that burns his eyes "hmmm..." the Vala quietly hums, sitting down on the nearby clearing of this forest- he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that it's still a little wet from the morning mists, but rather checks twice for those nasty bees before sitting down. Melkor sighs and looks around, taking in some of the peaceful scenery of the stormy sky, breathing some of the fresh air- and maybe, there could be some opportunity to corrupt or spread a lie, too.... those naive elven fools are everywhere, and eager to listen.