Ooh la la, Lúthien...

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Originally Posted by Bêthberry

Re: sleep and excitement.

I don't recall that Morgoth lit up any ciggies.

I've tried to stay away from the obvious, but note that Morgoth became ever sleepier the more that Luthien danced (i.e. He didn't *suddenly* have the desire to sleep).

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Jokes aside, Morgoth and his court were getting sleepy because Luthien was putting a spell on them to be able to finally deliver the coup de grace with her magic cloak. I assume the singing and dancing, while certainly part of the spell, was also a way of distracting Morgoth from what was actually going on. He probably could have snapped out of it when he first started to feel drowsy, seeing his Balrogs and what not yawning in their chairs, but he just couldn't take his eyes off the luscious Luthien before it was too late. Oh what humiliation! Waking up alone and confused without even a taste of the action, and worst of all robbed, robbed of a silmaril of all things!

[Bêthberry]

Originally Posted by alatar

I've tried to stay away from the obvious, but note that Morgoth became ever sleepier the more that Luthien danced (i.e. He didn't *suddenly* have the desire to sleep).

It wasn't an obvious comment at all but a test to see if anyone would point out that cigarettes would be an anachronism in Middle-earth, tobacco being called pipeweed.

Originally Posted by skip spence

Oh what humiliation! Waking up alone and confused without even a taste of the action, and worst of all robbed, robbed of a silmaril of all things!

Well, it's not like he could have been robbed of his virtue, is it?

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Originally Posted by Bêthberry

It wasn't an obvious comment at all but a test to see if anyone would point out that cigarettes would be an anachronism in Middle-earth, tobacco being called pipeweed.

Oh, sure, now that you point that out, your intent is obvious. Silly me; failed again.

"Curse you forever, Fingolfin!" Melkor said, seated on his dark throne as Luthien danced. He looked down at his lame foot, knowing that he'd never square dance ever again.

[Hot, crispy nice hobbit]

Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty conceived in his thought an evil lust, and a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor. Thus he was beguiled by his own malice, for he watched her, leaving her free for a while, and taking secret pleasure in his thought...

Then suddenly she eluded his sight, and out of the shadpws began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and of such blinding power, that he listened perforce; and a blindness came upon him, as his eyes roamed to and fro, seeking her.

As I... ahem... remembered it, Morgoth seemed to get a waking wet dream first, before slumbering from the ... er... fatigue... Typical male libido...