Thus as Melian begun her search for Arien, first she went to the household of Lady Vána to beg leave. The emptiness on her halls was echoed by the footsteps of Melian, and the silence were further overshadowed by the absence of Arien, and as she approached the chambers of Vána; covered in drapes of silver, adorned by many of the finest trappings or ornaments and strange crystals; and they cast a silhouette over Melian; but even before she entered, Lady Vána knew the presence of Melian.

'Yes, my dear beloved (as Vána often called her), what doth ye seek my counsel in my chambers with such haste it need be? Please, enter you may!', as she called to Melian. And she saw her face were filled with trouble and unrest. Then Melian bow her head and spoke, 'My Lady of Mercy, i beg for leave to find thy lost servant; and in haste i shall go, before it is too late.' And as Lady Vána began to looked deep into her eyes, Melian added, 'My Lady of Mercy, i beg for thy pardon upon thy servant if i shall bring her to your judgement, for she was betrayed by the lies of Melkor, whom purported to be the fair prince. Hence she was ensnared rather than rebel against the Valar in her own will.' Lady Vána refuted: 'Lady of Mercy I am not! Yet many indeed were deceived by Melkor, if Arien not the least. But if she would return to me alone by her own penitence, perhaps i shall be merciful yet and grant her pardon.' And Melian was silent.

Lady Vána looked upon Melian with her head still bow, with pity. She rised from her seat and touching Melian's forehead, said: 'Yet I can see great love thy held towards Arien, for her thou had put her above thee upon everything else. My beloved, do not despair. You may have my leave. Bring Arien back, but not by force. And this would be an errand of your own, and not one sent by the Lady. But thy good deeds nonetheless any shall forget naught. Bring as many as you can, but let not thyself be tempted. Do as your heart bids.' And Melian looked up to Vána and said, 'The Lady is full of kindness and mercy indeed, and thy words i will keep until my return.' But Vána added: 'Queen Varda is full of kindness and mercy, for she hears all, and listen to those who will plead.'

As Melian walked upon the green-swards upon the hillside, she sang in songs of enchantment, and the little birds would hover around her and sang along, filling the lands about with mirth whilst ahead of her, darkness begins to loom. And many of minions of Melkor heard them, and they began to flee into hiding; some unto the crevices of the mountain rocks, some into the holes beneath the meshes of fallen trees. As she nearing the woods, she heard a sound of brushing leaves within the undergrowth. 'Who is there?', she calls. And coming out of the marshes was one with grey-green cloak carrying a silver bow.'

'It is I, Tilion, i was hunting in the woods when i heard singing in a distance. I stooped to look, for i feared it might be one of those with Melkor. These days things that seemed fair might not appeared to be so. But you do not look like one of them.'

'Nay, I am not one of them.', said Melian. 'Yet i searched for one of is with them, Arien the Golden, handmaid of Lady Vána. Might had you seen or heard of tidings of such one?'. Tilion were suddenly dismayed. 'Alas! That was the least i have expected, and dreaded. I was in a company led by Oromë, they were ahead of me hunting for the vile creatures that Melkor might had bred in the eastern mountains where they hid. I stayed behind perhaps i might catch a glimpse of Arien when we heard that she was lost. The lands about had been blighted by the absence of her Radiance, and had since darkened. Yet for you to venture on this quest alone is perilous.'

'Be it so, i fear not the Enemy. If Arien can be persuaded, my search will not be in vain. For the birds will become my messengers and shall aid my quest.', said Melian. And Tilion said, 'I would gladly assist you in your quest. But i will wait upon word from Oromë, and keep a close watch here. May the blessings of Eru be upon you.' And he took his bow again and disappear into the woods.

From the hillside to the hilltop Melian journeyed, and greeny pastures recede and give way to stony terrain, and from afar, she beheld a hemispheric light of yellow amidst the torrential wind of black dust ahead. Her singing halted and knew Arien is nigh. Ever the winds bids her to haste towards the light, and a foreboding sense returned to her once again that she is within reach of what she sook. The birds cowered in fear at the shuddering tumults and flew here and there in confusion; as though the winds blew against them. But Melian stood firm unperturbed and move on closer.

And it seem Melian is not too late after all, for the prayers of Manwë had been answered; and Melkor is stripped of all his disguise, until he cannot feign no more. 'What is happening to me?', he cried. And his fair appearance had somewhat shed from without, revealing a dark face with slit black eyes with red-pupil glow and his hideous black vaporous, contorted shape. Arien stood petrified and watched in horror: 'What sort of trickery is this? You are...', as she fumbles for words upon her discovery. Melkor couldn't comprehend what had befallen him as he felt his powers ebbed away. As Arien stared at him, she shook and closed her face with her palms in disbelieve.

As Melkor regained composure, he turned his eyes in a corner, and murmured the name: 'Manwë.' But Arien heard this, vapor hissed from within her head, her hair flutters with the chill wind like dancing flames, and her strength returns so that she looked upon his real face again, and questioned him: 'Who are you?. But Melkor could not answer in fear of disclosing his secrecy. 'Melkor!', cries Melian as she approaches. 'So it is ye who tried to possessed Arien, but her not the least! So did the powers of the Valar not only revealed the truth, but your true disguise! Yet, long ago Manwë had denounced you amongst their kindred for your repugnance.' When Arien found that he was Melkor; whom had been seducing her all along, she burns in anger, igniting her radiance till the fire scorched the hands and face of Melkor. He shrivels in pain and glared upon Melian in vengeful anger, before he flees.

As the storm began to calm, and the fires of Arien had quelled, she turns to Melian; still shaken, and said: 'So you knew he was Melkor in the beginning?'

'Nay, not until the counsels of the Valar did i uncovered the truth. Nevertheless truth has spurred me greatly to warn you, for i knew you were still among the Faithful, and pure in heart. Indeed i came in the hour of need!', says Melian.

'Maybe. Yet my heart is broken. Who shall mend it?', as Arien sighed. 'Thank you Melian, for I shall not forget thy great deeds and friendship, in time perhaps, i shall repay one day.' And she bowed her head and said, 'Now i am ashamed of my own folly, and being with the kind Lady i served. But nevertheless, i shall return to seek her pardon. Never again shall i trust another with promises of love, i shall see to that.'

Melian felt pity upon Arien, and she said to her, 'The Lady is full of kindness and mercy, and she shall be filled with gladness upon your return.' And Arien said, 'Let me return to the temple alone. Do not come with me Melian.' And Melian thought upon the words of Vána and nodded: 'Aye. Go forth, for i have some errands to run. I shall see you again soon. The blessings of Eru shall go with you.'

The truth about Melkor's plan to built an army of his own to assail his brother and his peers slowly unfolds in the councils of Manwë with his brethren in his halls upon Taniquetil. And Ulmo was grief to learn the reproach of Ossë.

As Manwë rise and spoke: 'How long should i endure the rebellion of my brother whom had turn against me? Should I call upon Eru himself to make to an end of the bargain that for so my brother would be appeased? For even so, my head would lie under a heavy oath of Judgement!'. And Manwë shook his head in disheartenment. But he did not sit in blind in his throne. For as he ascends his throne and look forth, whilst Varda is beside him, he sees further than any sight, piercing through darkness and mist and many leagues from the uttermost west to the uttermost east, naught is hidden. And of the deeds of Melkor he knew not the least. As of Varda, she has the keenest of ears than any in Arda; and all the sound of the faint whistle of a wind to the cries, from the hills to the valleys, and from the darkness of dwellings, all were known to her, and the most, the treason of the Maiar.

For such of all the Ainur since the Beginning of the Eä, many of the Maiar were ensnared and corrupted by Melkor, robbed of their Sacred Light that imbued within, and in that time the Wheels of Time had swerved back and forth unevenly, impeding its harmonic tune, rendering Arda into disorder. And writhing black clouds was cast over Almaren, covering its ever-light and poisoning it with its black smokes, looks as like black fingers ready to seize hold of its enchanted lands, destroying the living within; marring the design of Arda to which it was purposed from the beginning. And the trees of Yavanna became bend and its branches tangled in meshes whilst the seas of Ossë rose in turmoil, swaying in every direction with its violent gales, drowning the fishes and other creatures living in the sea. But as the winds was sent into chaos on the midst of confusion, Manwë rose and brought them into order, for the power of Breath he held still.

Such was the undoing of Melkor, putting fear to those who oppose him.

'See, ruin that had been unleashed upon Arda by our brethren. Hold not thy patience longer Lord!, Varda cries amidst the noise, as she heard the cries of the kelvar* and the olvar**.

'A brother he has been since the beginning and forsake not have i. But to this destruction that he had brought, i seeketh dost to the council of Eru once again, should it be the last, for i will not so judge my own. But in the coming days and for an Age, i shall grieve.' Thus Manwë left his halls and for a time went alone in the stony pastures, seeking the hearing of Illúvatar.

And Illúvatar, hearkened to his prayer, said: 'Thy love towards thy brother has spare this turmoil if not but a little longer. But behold! My hand stay no longer in rest. Verily I said unto thee, thy plight I had not forsaken, but await the time when the first fire of light that sears the darkness from the sky; for amongst thy Kingdom, I will send to you one, an emissary to succour thy burden upon Arda. To the first Laughter thou shall hear from the heavens amidst the winds, and in that moment, thou shall welcome him.' And Manwë upon hearing the words of Eru, although he did not fully understood them, was glad in his heart. (It was said that from here Illúvatar lifted up His right hand and withdraw the secret Gift of Melkor, and thereafter he no longer had the power to change his shape to his will, nevertheless wearing any disguise, but stayed in his dreadful face and shape forever; though this were not actually recorded in the tale of The Silmarillion but in other writings.)

When Melian, whom were present in the councils of the Valar heard the judgement of the Ainur, she were filled with dread. And she return to Lorien in despair and in dark trepidation on the fate of the Maiar. As she sat by the springs of a stone fountain, she spoke to Olórin: 'Many amongst us had betrayed our cause and turn into the service of Melkor with all sorts of promises and treacherous gifts. The Doom of the Valar is upon us! Whence shall my heart seeks comfort and rest?' Olórin rather differs, 'Such a doom only befall those who turn away from the Light. But aren't we are still of one of the Light, and fear we need be? Thus have comfort upon thy heart.

'Yet fear i had upon our brethren, and what doom might befallen them!', said Melian.

Olórin turned to her and said: 'Bitter news tis' indeed, but neither of us can intervene aught. Yet great pity thy heart holds for thy brethren, perhaps the truth shall set the hearts of thy brethren unto thy counsels, be it so.'

'Of the friendship i held the most with Lady Arien, whom i most loved, thus pity i had for her, for she was bribed by Melkor to aid his pursuit and abandon her own servitude to the Mistress.', said Melian. On a moment she pondered upon the words of Olórin and a forewarn sense came to her, 'I must make haste, for Arien must learn of the truth!'

As Melian turned and walked away, Olorin looked at her and nod: 'Truth shall prevail indeed!'

*kelvar in Elvish meaning 'animals or living things that move'.
**olvar meaning 'living things that do not move; with roots in the earth'.