And now, a ficlet by my friend claire..
Melkor’s dark gaze swept across the plains and up into the smoke of a million fires as his hands, already wrought around the balcony, grew whiter with tension and force. “Burn,” he growled, flames dancing in the light of his eyes and blotting out his pupils, “All of this, burn!"
And Sauron, at his side, set down the tea kettle. "Cream and sugar?” He asked pleasantly.