Morthalic's head falls down, snoozing away in the timeless sleep. All is black, suddenly he hears a terrifying laugh, followed by a voice calling his name: "Morthalic, Morthalic, come to me, Morthalic." Morthalic follows the voice in the black void, after walking a while he stops. The voice is clearer now, an illuminative figure appears in front of him and whispers:
Morthalic,
Long have I watched you, you are restless and tired. Scared of the darkness around you. The Valar took away everything, your friends, your family. You have no safety, the Vala Oromë will take you too, he will hunt you, he will corrupt you, he will lie to you, he will hurt you. Yet there's no need to worry, for I will grant you my protection, as long as you promise me one simple thing. You have to take care of the dead, the barrow-wights and fell spirits. Teach them how to live, and dance, just like they did as the living.
The figure disappears, but his words spoken, still linger inside Morthalic's mind. The dream is over, Morthalic awakes, he looks around, next to him lies a small paper, he looks at it, and reads out loud, "Teach them how to live, and dance, just like they did as the living. Sincerely Melkor" He looks up to the sky, and softly whispers, "It was not a dream..."
