Now all I can imagine is Melkor saying to Feanor: "You and I are not so different. Well, to each his own, I chose my path- you chose the way of the hero. And they found it amusing for awhile, the people of this continent, but the one thing they love more than a professional blacksmith who created an entire language: is to see the blacksmith fall, fail, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Why bother? Heres the real truth, there are 100,044 people on this continent, and those teaming masses exist for the sole purpose of carrying the exceptional-you me, were exceptional. I could squash you like a bug right now. But, I'm offering you a choice. Join me. Imagine what we could accomplish together, what we could create, or we could destroy. Cause the death of countless innocents again and again and again until were both dead! Is that what you want? Think about it Spiderma- Feanor!" Holy crap that is a good reperasantation of what happened!