Life in the Blessed City, as always, proceeds calmly, smoothly, without worries. Even despite the fact that evil is brewing beyond the borders of the City. But the Valar, as always, will leave everything for later.

'Fools' - flashed through the head of the fiery-haired Maia, who stood in the shade of the trees, completely attracting no one's attention and following the conversation of Vaire, Aulë and Yavanna. An ordinary everyday conversation, but even from it one could find something needed.

"Mairon! It's so good that I found you." suddenly Eonwe's voice sounds next to Mairon. Manwe's emissary is in high spirits as always. Then he handed Mairon some letter. "Give this letter to master Aulë. It's from lord Manwë." Having said this, Eonwe went somewhere in a hurry. Manwë again overwhelmed him with work. Mairon only put on a courtly, benevolent smile as he left.

Well, at least something useful.

When quiet darkness gave way to calm light, Mairon walked through a certain forest. A quiet, inconspicuous place, ideal for dates or... Conversations that no one should hear. Even the wind was almost not felt here.

Suddenly, thin, pale, unnaturally icy hands fall on Mairon’s shoulders. It’s already a very familiar touch, which isn’t even scary. A soft yet holding touch. "Mairon, here you are. Did you bring any news?" Melkor’s melodious, deep voice sounds, after which he removes his hands from Maia’s shoulders, allowing the latter to turn to him.

Turning, Mairon sees the tall, thin figure of his Lord. The darkness of the night around adds even more coldness and elegance to the image of Melkor. Dangers. Lies. There is a certain temptation in this darkness. Mairon looks into Melkor's silver, icy eyes and bows to him, after which he straightens up and says “Yes, my lord, let me show you something.”

Melkor only nodded briefly, allowing Mairon to speak further.