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The Valar Intercede
Disclaimer: All familiar characters of this story belong to the awesome world and works of JRR Tolkien, who is an unparalleled genius of this genre. All unfamiliar and original characters, animals and places are of my own invention. I do not derive any monies from this work and created this story solely out of the love and respect that I hold for all of the works related to this canon.
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
NC17
Haldir/OFC
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Chapter 3 - The Valar Intercede
Third Age of the War of the Ring - The Battle of Helm's Deep - Year III 3019
Time ceased to be for a moment. And within that moment the Valar made a decision. Of course, a moment to the Valar may very well be an age to the elves, and this could translate to thousands of years to men. Still, the Valar pondered, and while they did so, certain events which were leading inexorably into the vortex of fate, sped to their conclusion. The battle for Gondor raged. The elves continued their exodus toward the west, to the peace and safety of the Blessed Realm. Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gangee marched steadily into Mt. Doom, and there, despite Gollum and the Ring's desperate attempts to reach its Master, was the One Ring destroyed.
Throughout the course of these extraordinary events, and although their decision would mean death to some, and for others, life, there was to be no other choice. At times the Valar had to reap; and sometimes they reaped dispassionately.
Within the blinding moment when Oomberfoot became trapped in the Valar's plan to reconcile a great wrong, there was set into motion the collision of two worlds and two souls. Perhaps two souls that would never have met under any other circumstance, but this also meant more deaths. And it was this situation that the Valar pondered. Would the greater good be served by these deaths? Who could see the end of all things? Even the very wise sometimes admitted that no one save Illuvatar could see the end of all matters. What if Illuvatar had not yet sung this possibility into reality?
Within the Undying Lands, there in the Western part of Valinor, where the Halls of Mandos glittered, waited the spirits of elves slain in battle or who had withered in grief. Here is where the spirit of Haldir, the Guardian of Lorien, waited. And it was here too that Oomberfoot appeared, writhing in blinding fury and agony, amongst the bewildered moaning echoes of elven souls. And at once Mandos knew he had a momentuous problem at hand.
Rising his voice toward the plains of Valinor, Mandos called unto Manwe.
And here, in this place, did Mandos seek the counsel of Manwe, a thing not done since the time of Beren and Luthien. For Mandos, who knows all things, except what will be the will of Illuvatar, sought to return a brave warrior to life and cut short his time of waiting. Never had the Valar suspected that an Orc creature could be given entry to Valinor, and never did they suspect that an Orc could withstand the light of the Blessed Realm. And yet, not only had an Orc been granted entry to the Blessed Realm, a thought at once repugnant and dangerous to the Valar, but the fact that the Orc still breathed with life was a thing the Valar did not comprehend. For how could such a thing be? Was this the will of Illuvatar?
Calling in song, Manwe reached the realm of Illuvatar and listened. And as Manwe listened to the song Illuvatar sang, he knew that this story had yet to be told.
Long did Manwe listen to the song of Illuvatar until he knew with joy that all the great wrongs would be made right and that a true and wondrous peace was still possible for all the free people of Middle Earth. But he also heard in the song of Illuvatar that this peace would come at a great price, for there was much still left unresolved.
Many years passed while Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar, and as the ages passed one after the other, the fate of the elves lay entwined within the fate of Arda. And as the world aged and cycles came and went, all became as had been once before. The great mountains of Middle Earth dwindled to dust and rose again; oceans changed their courses many times and rivers and lakes found new tributaries. The age of Elves had come and gone; the age of Man and their cities of steel and iron, rusted, until they passed from memory; the great accomplishments of the age of Hobbits, now dimmed with time. Middle Earth was reborn, changing, stretching and cleansing itself of the dark shadow that had never loosed its hold. And as Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar with increasing joy he remembered that once Melkor had ridden the lands of Middle Earth and filled it with dread and his shadow. And now as they knew the Shadow, they knew where and how to cut its hold. And as Manwe listened, the ages of Middle Earth took shape and the land healed itself, and it remembered what it had once been and what could be again. And with great anticipation, Middle Earth waited for the return of the Children of Illuvatar.
The great forest realms returned, trees reaching up toward the golden sun, waiting for the soft kiss of elven feet. The elven seaholds and maritime cities waited with longing for the sleek elven sails to grace the oceans once more. The deep barrows echoed with laughter: would their ancient hobbit masters return? The faded elven cities like Imladris and Caras Galadhon began to re-emerge from the mists that hid them from the eyes of men. And although the ancient cities lay silent and still, the echoes of elven magic and the song of birds began to be heard once more on Middle Earth. Mighty new rivers rushed from their tributaries to newly born seas. At first only faintly, but with each passing year in greater strength and clarity. Middle Earth was reborn, to the times before the great shadows.
Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar until a new age came to be upon the world, and once again it was as before, for a new earth, a new Arda, had returned, reborn from the ashes of the old. But he knew too that as Arda returned to its former self, not all was undone. Creatures never before seen upon the face of Middle Earth began to walk up and down the land; and others, by the hand of Illuvatar, were saved from doom and change and were safe, removed from the world. Others returned as they had once been, with the memory of what had been before. And as in the way of all life, some things change while yet others remain the same. And this too was the will of Illuvatar.
And it was because of this new Middle Earth that the spirits of the elves within the Halls of Mandos were given a choice: to stay within the Blessed Realm or to return to Middle Earth, for the last and final time. If the choice was made to stay in the Blessed Realm, then peace and eternal life was theirs, with the blessings and protection of the Valar. But if the choice was made to return to the new Middle Earth, then whatever fate the elves met there would not be undone by the Valar. New alliances, and new relationships could again be possible. All loose ends could be taken care of; unfinished business completed; new nations and kingdoms could be forged; but also ancient memories could be rekindled; the once-forgotten realms of myth could be reality once more. And as before, when they wearied of the world, the First Born of Illuvatar would be able to sail into the West, to seek the Undying Lands and forever there dwell. The Children of Illuvatar had been given another chance. What would they do with it?
Many, there were, who chose to stay in Valinor, but none chose to stay in the Halls of Mandos. And all who returned remembered their former selves, and some wept as ancient relationships and bonds had suffered and been severed. For hearts that had believed their loved ones lost forever had found solace with new loves. Many elves found their spouses had taken new companions, while others refused to accept what was. All was in chaos for the elves and many did not understand the new chance given to them, viewing all with wary eyes.
Into the new Middle Earth did the Valar restore to life one courageous and noble elf, stricken down before the Valar's plan for his life was set into motion. And with this brave elf came a loud and foul creature from the former world. For in all things Illuvatar showed mercy and compassion, even unto the lowest and foulest creature.
[To be continued] Feedback appreciated....:)
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
NC17
Haldir/OFC
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Chapter 3 - The Valar Intercede
Third Age of the War of the Ring - The Battle of Helm's Deep - Year III 3019
Time ceased to be for a moment. And within that moment the Valar made a decision. Of course, a moment to the Valar may very well be an age to the elves, and this could translate to thousands of years to men. Still, the Valar pondered, and while they did so, certain events which were leading inexorably into the vortex of fate, sped to their conclusion. The battle for Gondor raged. The elves continued their exodus toward the west, to the peace and safety of the Blessed Realm. Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gangee marched steadily into Mt. Doom, and there, despite Gollum and the Ring's desperate attempts to reach its Master, was the One Ring destroyed.
Throughout the course of these extraordinary events, and although their decision would mean death to some, and for others, life, there was to be no other choice. At times the Valar had to reap; and sometimes they reaped dispassionately.
Within the blinding moment when Oomberfoot became trapped in the Valar's plan to reconcile a great wrong, there was set into motion the collision of two worlds and two souls. Perhaps two souls that would never have met under any other circumstance, but this also meant more deaths. And it was this situation that the Valar pondered. Would the greater good be served by these deaths? Who could see the end of all things? Even the very wise sometimes admitted that no one save Illuvatar could see the end of all matters. What if Illuvatar had not yet sung this possibility into reality?
Within the Undying Lands, there in the Western part of Valinor, where the Halls of Mandos glittered, waited the spirits of elves slain in battle or who had withered in grief. Here is where the spirit of Haldir, the Guardian of Lorien, waited. And it was here too that Oomberfoot appeared, writhing in blinding fury and agony, amongst the bewildered moaning echoes of elven souls. And at once Mandos knew he had a momentuous problem at hand.
Rising his voice toward the plains of Valinor, Mandos called unto Manwe.
And here, in this place, did Mandos seek the counsel of Manwe, a thing not done since the time of Beren and Luthien. For Mandos, who knows all things, except what will be the will of Illuvatar, sought to return a brave warrior to life and cut short his time of waiting. Never had the Valar suspected that an Orc creature could be given entry to Valinor, and never did they suspect that an Orc could withstand the light of the Blessed Realm. And yet, not only had an Orc been granted entry to the Blessed Realm, a thought at once repugnant and dangerous to the Valar, but the fact that the Orc still breathed with life was a thing the Valar did not comprehend. For how could such a thing be? Was this the will of Illuvatar?
Calling in song, Manwe reached the realm of Illuvatar and listened. And as Manwe listened to the song Illuvatar sang, he knew that this story had yet to be told.
Long did Manwe listen to the song of Illuvatar until he knew with joy that all the great wrongs would be made right and that a true and wondrous peace was still possible for all the free people of Middle Earth. But he also heard in the song of Illuvatar that this peace would come at a great price, for there was much still left unresolved.
Many years passed while Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar, and as the ages passed one after the other, the fate of the elves lay entwined within the fate of Arda. And as the world aged and cycles came and went, all became as had been once before. The great mountains of Middle Earth dwindled to dust and rose again; oceans changed their courses many times and rivers and lakes found new tributaries. The age of Elves had come and gone; the age of Man and their cities of steel and iron, rusted, until they passed from memory; the great accomplishments of the age of Hobbits, now dimmed with time. Middle Earth was reborn, changing, stretching and cleansing itself of the dark shadow that had never loosed its hold. And as Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar with increasing joy he remembered that once Melkor had ridden the lands of Middle Earth and filled it with dread and his shadow. And now as they knew the Shadow, they knew where and how to cut its hold. And as Manwe listened, the ages of Middle Earth took shape and the land healed itself, and it remembered what it had once been and what could be again. And with great anticipation, Middle Earth waited for the return of the Children of Illuvatar.
The great forest realms returned, trees reaching up toward the golden sun, waiting for the soft kiss of elven feet. The elven seaholds and maritime cities waited with longing for the sleek elven sails to grace the oceans once more. The deep barrows echoed with laughter: would their ancient hobbit masters return? The faded elven cities like Imladris and Caras Galadhon began to re-emerge from the mists that hid them from the eyes of men. And although the ancient cities lay silent and still, the echoes of elven magic and the song of birds began to be heard once more on Middle Earth. Mighty new rivers rushed from their tributaries to newly born seas. At first only faintly, but with each passing year in greater strength and clarity. Middle Earth was reborn, to the times before the great shadows.
Manwe listened to the song of Illuvatar until a new age came to be upon the world, and once again it was as before, for a new earth, a new Arda, had returned, reborn from the ashes of the old. But he knew too that as Arda returned to its former self, not all was undone. Creatures never before seen upon the face of Middle Earth began to walk up and down the land; and others, by the hand of Illuvatar, were saved from doom and change and were safe, removed from the world. Others returned as they had once been, with the memory of what had been before. And as in the way of all life, some things change while yet others remain the same. And this too was the will of Illuvatar.
And it was because of this new Middle Earth that the spirits of the elves within the Halls of Mandos were given a choice: to stay within the Blessed Realm or to return to Middle Earth, for the last and final time. If the choice was made to stay in the Blessed Realm, then peace and eternal life was theirs, with the blessings and protection of the Valar. But if the choice was made to return to the new Middle Earth, then whatever fate the elves met there would not be undone by the Valar. New alliances, and new relationships could again be possible. All loose ends could be taken care of; unfinished business completed; new nations and kingdoms could be forged; but also ancient memories could be rekindled; the once-forgotten realms of myth could be reality once more. And as before, when they wearied of the world, the First Born of Illuvatar would be able to sail into the West, to seek the Undying Lands and forever there dwell. The Children of Illuvatar had been given another chance. What would they do with it?
Many, there were, who chose to stay in Valinor, but none chose to stay in the Halls of Mandos. And all who returned remembered their former selves, and some wept as ancient relationships and bonds had suffered and been severed. For hearts that had believed their loved ones lost forever had found solace with new loves. Many elves found their spouses had taken new companions, while others refused to accept what was. All was in chaos for the elves and many did not understand the new chance given to them, viewing all with wary eyes.
Into the new Middle Earth did the Valar restore to life one courageous and noble elf, stricken down before the Valar's plan for his life was set into motion. And with this brave elf came a loud and foul creature from the former world. For in all things Illuvatar showed mercy and compassion, even unto the lowest and foulest creature.
[To be continued] Feedback appreciated....:)
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