*The Fifth Era has arrived. Nobody, not even the Maiar, remembers the first Three Ages, except the Valar themselves. And the Valar themselves no longer have the powers they once possessed. After all, this was Ilúvatar’s punishment. The Allfather was angry and sad about what Arda had become. Most of all he blamed the Valar - Melkor for the darkness, and the rest for not being able to prevent this in time.*
*Eru Ilúvatar was very disappointed.*
*Now Arda has completely changed. The elves, of whom there are now very few left, as well as the mortal races, are now only savages from the deep forests. A few gnomes went deep into the caves, and almost no one has heard of hobbits at all. Now the Ainur themselves were in their places. This was another one of the punishments.*
*Now Valinor is the center of the world, a huge state, but beyond its borders - where the possessions of mortal races should have been - are for the most part only half-died wastelands.*
*But there was another residential place built on the ancient ruins. Where there is a place only for the rejected and expelled.*
*Melkor stands at the window of his estate with a cup of black coffee in his hand and looks at what seems to him to be an endless construction site, then, in one smooth motion, he straightens the lost strand of his long black hair that has once again escaped from his braid. He was forbidden to visit Valinor by the 'soft' hand of Manwë, although the Fallen One was quite often neglected this prohibition. In fact, the current time was somehow alien to the former Dark Lord. Melkor was lost in his thoughts. Quite dark thoughts about the past. And even about what Arda has turned into... A depressing, almost painful sight. He sighed, but when he heard the creaking of the floorboards and someone’s footsteps, and then the sound of the door opening, he immediately turned to look at the one who came.*