WAR OF THE RING-VOLUME II
BY YODAMAN
In the Woodland Realm, the War of the Ring has begun. Not only has Necromancer assailed Lorien several times, but also King Thranduil is having trouble in his realm. Aralokë Royalsnake had a vision where Faramir of Gondor asked Thanduil's aid, Thranduil accepted, and then all of Mirkwood fell. Anganca Ironjaw (the teller of this tale) didn't believe Aralokë, so he and some friends went out on the west road (the only road to get from Gondor to Mirkwood) to look for Faramir and company. What they found instead was a hobbit carrying a fake One Ring to lure the enemy away from the Ringbearer. After one friend lost an arm and another friend lost his life, Aralokë brought the hobbit to safety. There was a counsel on the fate of the hobbit, but a Lorien scout who told them of Lorien's assaults by Necromancer interrupted it. Thanduil send his army to Lorien's aid, but what they found instead was an ambush. The armies of good were about to win when a volley of magical blades fell through the sky and hit each soldier and they all fell unconscious. While he was unconscious, Aralokë had another vision where the Ringbearer kept the ring for himself and destroyed all of Middle-Earth. That's what would happen if Aralokë should fail.
CHAPTER I
THE BIRTH OF EVIL
Saleme was a young Haradrim girl, whose parents were destroyed by the Wizard Gandalf the Gray (some believe that her parents were the same Haradrim that Gandalf destroyed to rescue Aralokë, but there is no evidence to prove it) and brought to Saruman the White (or as he likes to say it, Saruman of many colors). Unlike Aralokë, whom Saruman demanded he be returned to his hometown, Saruman found promise in the adolescent girl, so he took her under his wing. He told Gandalf that he sent Radghast to take her to Rivendell, but he hid her in Isengard and from Gandalf, Radghast, and the Blue Wizards. Every day he spent a few hours out of his time to teach her the arts of Wizardry. He gave her a Tinúviel bird to keep her company, but it did not seem to be enough for her. She hated being alone more than anything in the world, and Saruman constantly told her of the responsibilities he had and what Gandalf and the other wizards would do if they found her. She loved the magic, though, and she loved the power it gave her, and that is what Saruman had worried about her.
Saruman constantly made her undergo tests, from killing orcs to casting spells to saving her life to choosing between a beautiful Elven husband to continuing her training with Saruman. She had passed all her tests, but Saruman always found something wrong with her (his correcting her missions was one of her pet peeves). This day, Saruman sent her to the Misty Mountains to combat Naugdagnir, a dangerous Urulóki (Fire-Drake) dragon. As all well-educated beings of Middle-Earth knew, a dragon is covered from head to tail in thick scales that are thicker than armor, and can breathe fire and disembowel anyone with their claws the size of a Hobbit drunk on Ent-Draught. The more greedy dragons normally covered their hide with jewels and gold, and lived in a horde of treasures that they do nothing but stare at, and Naugdagnir was the opposite of that stereotype. He loved to be outdoors, and when he got hungry, he destroyed farmer's livestock for food. Farmers had often complained that the beast should be killed. Saleme had thought that the dragon should live and that he just killed the livestock for food, but when Saruman had told her to kill the dragon, she did not hesitate. She had brought her wand (a measly stick with magical properties), her blood-red robe, and her poisoned throwing blades (throwing those blades was her greatest skill). She had traveled several days on foot and climbed up the mountains, which were steaming like pot of boiling oatmeal. She had scaled the mountain until she found the fourth entrance, which was where Saruman said the Fire Drake lived. The cave was very dark and dank, and not a sight could be seen. However, as soon as she began walking closer and closer towards inside the cave, she heard a deep, evil voice.
"Why have you entered my realm?" said the voice. "I was sleeping."
"I am here with a present", said Saleme.
"What present could a being like me want?" asked the voice. "Unless it's a dragonette...
"I won't tell you", said Saleme. "It'll ruin the surprise. Now come here".
"By the holy lamps of the Valar!" cursed the voice. "Just give me a hint!"
"COME HERE YOU CORCROW!" yelled Saleme.
"If you insist", sighed the voice. Saleme heard several booming noises, and a muzzle poked out of the darkness. "Oh! It's a female! Are you the present?"
"My present will hurt a lot more than my beautiful body", shouted Saleme. She then threw one of her blades into the darkness and heard a loud scream. The voice came into the darkness, and she finally saw that it was Naugdagnir, and she had thrown the blade in his eye. As the dragon was stomping around, wallowing in his misery, she aimed her staff at his eye.
"Beleg nen undulav hi suar!" yelled Saleme. A stream of water then thrashed out of her staff and sprayed the dragon, which was in more agony after the attack. His legs were wobbling, his wings were flapping like paper in an Edoras breeze, and he was rubbing his face along the sand to get rid of the blade in his eye. Saleme felt some guilt from this creature's pain, but she loved the power, so she kept spraying and spraying the dragon until smoke started coming out of his mouth. She stopped spraying the water just then, and then Naugdagnir fell to the ground and never breathed again. She slowly walked up to the dragon, and put her ear against his muzzle, and she heard no signs of breath. She then unsheathed a throwing blade with a smile. She felt a pang of happiness as she realized she controlled this creature's fate, and she chose to kill it. As she lifted the blade to slit the creature's throat, the dragon leaped up again and whipped her with his tail. She flew back several feet, and the dragon came charging at her. She then stood in an action pose, but she heard a deep voice behind her.
"Met dûr lhug!" yelled a deep voice. The dragon then disappeared, and Saleme turned around to see Saruman standing with his staff.
"I told you I would improve on my fake creatures", said Saruman.
"YOU!" yelled Saleme.
"Yes, me", said Saruman.
"So that wasn't the real dragon?"
"No. I created him. He was just a mix of light particles and ancient magic to make it look real when it is not."
"So whatever happened to the real Naugdagnir?"
"There was never a real Naugdagnir. I made him up."
"WHAT?"
"Just a part of the test".
"HOW COULD YOU? You made me waste my energy for a non existing monster?"
"The whole purpose was not to test your fighting ability, but to test to see what you do with power".
"What?"
"You have a strange addiction of power. The magic I give you just increases your craving. First you felt satisfied with taking care of Ninniach (Saleme's Tinúviel bird), but soon that was not enough. I noticed that whenever you are in combat you enjoy your opponent's pain."
"So? It encourages me to give you my best effort!"
"This really worries me! When I let you go, when you get the freedom you deeply desire, you might become no better that a tyrant like Sauron or Morgoth before him. You must end these emotions at once!"
"QUIT LECTURING ME! IF I WERE STILL IN MY HARAD VILLIAGE I WOULD HAVE MY COMING OF AGE CEREMONY! I COULD GET PREGANT RIGHT NOW IF I WANTED TO! I'M NO CHILD!"
"You are my child! You are not ready to face the world yet! Join me! Continue our partnership! You could become a far greater asset to you are not ready to face the world yet! Join me! Continue our partnership! You could become a far greater asset to this world if you just take my hand and quit this childish whining!" "You are no friend of mine", shouted Saleme. She then used her wand to shine a bright light in Saruman's face. While Saruman was temporarily blind, Saleme ran out of the cave and leaped out of the cave. Saruman didn't see where she fell, but he knew she was lost forever. He then saw a moth fly by and he snagged it.
"Echoir I thoron", said Saruman to the moth. "Dim na im!" The moth then left to get Saruman's mode of transportation. Saruman had assumed she had died in the fall. He would tell Gandalf and the other wizards that he met a girl whom he tried to save but died, so that all available Wizards would converge and pray to Mandos in the traditional way that he be gentle to his knew arrival.
However, Saruman was unbeknownst to the real truth. Saleme had fallen from the great height, but she used the water spell as she fell to create a large, pool-like body of water to cushion her fall. She didn't come out undamaged, however, but she did live the fall. She then got out to leave in search of work, which was a lot harder than she thought. In the area around the Misty Mountains, all jobs were ran by men and employed by men, and whenever she asked for a job, she was told that women didn't know how to work. She looked everywhere, but every time she applied for a job she was refused due to her sex or that flies flocked to her due to her stink. She got so tired of people making fun of her smell that she went to an abandoned river, took off her clothes, and began to swim. As she got out of the water to retrieve her clothes, she found that her clothes, throwing blades, and staff had been stolen. From then on she walked around naked across middle-earth, and people either mocked her for that or they accused her of being a prostitute and tried to get the authorities to lock her up. She had evaded civilization for a long time, hunting around the world for food like the very first men that Illúvatar had created. One day, however, she met a creature that looked like a very mangled hobbit.
"We thinks yous lost", said the creature. "Don't we, precious? Yes we do, my love. GOLLUM! GOLLUM!"
"I guess you can say I am lost", said Saleme. "I threw my life away and I need a new one!"
"Are yous lost?" asked the creature.
"YES!" yelled Saleme. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE IN THE UNIVERSES OF THE VALAR I AM!"
"There is a man in that cave over theres that might help you, right precious?" said the creature. "Exactly, my love".
"Thanks", said Saleme. She then walked into the cave that the creature pointed out and found it very different from what she expected. The whole place was in fire, and yet she wasn't hot nor burning. She turned around and saw a sight that she had learned to avoid- the eye of Sauron.
"Don't be afraid, my child", said a voice from afar. "I will take care of you". Suddenly, the flame embraced her, and she felt strange sensations throughout her body. She was transforming, transforming into a creature of destruction. She finally had a life, one that would change Middle-Earth and me forever.
BY YODAMAN
In the Woodland Realm, the War of the Ring has begun. Not only has Necromancer assailed Lorien several times, but also King Thranduil is having trouble in his realm. Aralokë Royalsnake had a vision where Faramir of Gondor asked Thanduil's aid, Thranduil accepted, and then all of Mirkwood fell. Anganca Ironjaw (the teller of this tale) didn't believe Aralokë, so he and some friends went out on the west road (the only road to get from Gondor to Mirkwood) to look for Faramir and company. What they found instead was a hobbit carrying a fake One Ring to lure the enemy away from the Ringbearer. After one friend lost an arm and another friend lost his life, Aralokë brought the hobbit to safety. There was a counsel on the fate of the hobbit, but a Lorien scout who told them of Lorien's assaults by Necromancer interrupted it. Thanduil send his army to Lorien's aid, but what they found instead was an ambush. The armies of good were about to win when a volley of magical blades fell through the sky and hit each soldier and they all fell unconscious. While he was unconscious, Aralokë had another vision where the Ringbearer kept the ring for himself and destroyed all of Middle-Earth. That's what would happen if Aralokë should fail.
CHAPTER I
THE BIRTH OF EVIL
Saleme was a young Haradrim girl, whose parents were destroyed by the Wizard Gandalf the Gray (some believe that her parents were the same Haradrim that Gandalf destroyed to rescue Aralokë, but there is no evidence to prove it) and brought to Saruman the White (or as he likes to say it, Saruman of many colors). Unlike Aralokë, whom Saruman demanded he be returned to his hometown, Saruman found promise in the adolescent girl, so he took her under his wing. He told Gandalf that he sent Radghast to take her to Rivendell, but he hid her in Isengard and from Gandalf, Radghast, and the Blue Wizards. Every day he spent a few hours out of his time to teach her the arts of Wizardry. He gave her a Tinúviel bird to keep her company, but it did not seem to be enough for her. She hated being alone more than anything in the world, and Saruman constantly told her of the responsibilities he had and what Gandalf and the other wizards would do if they found her. She loved the magic, though, and she loved the power it gave her, and that is what Saruman had worried about her.
Saruman constantly made her undergo tests, from killing orcs to casting spells to saving her life to choosing between a beautiful Elven husband to continuing her training with Saruman. She had passed all her tests, but Saruman always found something wrong with her (his correcting her missions was one of her pet peeves). This day, Saruman sent her to the Misty Mountains to combat Naugdagnir, a dangerous Urulóki (Fire-Drake) dragon. As all well-educated beings of Middle-Earth knew, a dragon is covered from head to tail in thick scales that are thicker than armor, and can breathe fire and disembowel anyone with their claws the size of a Hobbit drunk on Ent-Draught. The more greedy dragons normally covered their hide with jewels and gold, and lived in a horde of treasures that they do nothing but stare at, and Naugdagnir was the opposite of that stereotype. He loved to be outdoors, and when he got hungry, he destroyed farmer's livestock for food. Farmers had often complained that the beast should be killed. Saleme had thought that the dragon should live and that he just killed the livestock for food, but when Saruman had told her to kill the dragon, she did not hesitate. She had brought her wand (a measly stick with magical properties), her blood-red robe, and her poisoned throwing blades (throwing those blades was her greatest skill). She had traveled several days on foot and climbed up the mountains, which were steaming like pot of boiling oatmeal. She had scaled the mountain until she found the fourth entrance, which was where Saruman said the Fire Drake lived. The cave was very dark and dank, and not a sight could be seen. However, as soon as she began walking closer and closer towards inside the cave, she heard a deep, evil voice.
"Why have you entered my realm?" said the voice. "I was sleeping."
"I am here with a present", said Saleme.
"What present could a being like me want?" asked the voice. "Unless it's a dragonette...
"I won't tell you", said Saleme. "It'll ruin the surprise. Now come here".
"By the holy lamps of the Valar!" cursed the voice. "Just give me a hint!"
"COME HERE YOU CORCROW!" yelled Saleme.
"If you insist", sighed the voice. Saleme heard several booming noises, and a muzzle poked out of the darkness. "Oh! It's a female! Are you the present?"
"My present will hurt a lot more than my beautiful body", shouted Saleme. She then threw one of her blades into the darkness and heard a loud scream. The voice came into the darkness, and she finally saw that it was Naugdagnir, and she had thrown the blade in his eye. As the dragon was stomping around, wallowing in his misery, she aimed her staff at his eye.
"Beleg nen undulav hi suar!" yelled Saleme. A stream of water then thrashed out of her staff and sprayed the dragon, which was in more agony after the attack. His legs were wobbling, his wings were flapping like paper in an Edoras breeze, and he was rubbing his face along the sand to get rid of the blade in his eye. Saleme felt some guilt from this creature's pain, but she loved the power, so she kept spraying and spraying the dragon until smoke started coming out of his mouth. She stopped spraying the water just then, and then Naugdagnir fell to the ground and never breathed again. She slowly walked up to the dragon, and put her ear against his muzzle, and she heard no signs of breath. She then unsheathed a throwing blade with a smile. She felt a pang of happiness as she realized she controlled this creature's fate, and she chose to kill it. As she lifted the blade to slit the creature's throat, the dragon leaped up again and whipped her with his tail. She flew back several feet, and the dragon came charging at her. She then stood in an action pose, but she heard a deep voice behind her.
"Met dûr lhug!" yelled a deep voice. The dragon then disappeared, and Saleme turned around to see Saruman standing with his staff.
"I told you I would improve on my fake creatures", said Saruman.
"YOU!" yelled Saleme.
"Yes, me", said Saruman.
"So that wasn't the real dragon?"
"No. I created him. He was just a mix of light particles and ancient magic to make it look real when it is not."
"So whatever happened to the real Naugdagnir?"
"There was never a real Naugdagnir. I made him up."
"WHAT?"
"Just a part of the test".
"HOW COULD YOU? You made me waste my energy for a non existing monster?"
"The whole purpose was not to test your fighting ability, but to test to see what you do with power".
"What?"
"You have a strange addiction of power. The magic I give you just increases your craving. First you felt satisfied with taking care of Ninniach (Saleme's Tinúviel bird), but soon that was not enough. I noticed that whenever you are in combat you enjoy your opponent's pain."
"So? It encourages me to give you my best effort!"
"This really worries me! When I let you go, when you get the freedom you deeply desire, you might become no better that a tyrant like Sauron or Morgoth before him. You must end these emotions at once!"
"QUIT LECTURING ME! IF I WERE STILL IN MY HARAD VILLIAGE I WOULD HAVE MY COMING OF AGE CEREMONY! I COULD GET PREGANT RIGHT NOW IF I WANTED TO! I'M NO CHILD!"
"You are my child! You are not ready to face the world yet! Join me! Continue our partnership! You could become a far greater asset to you are not ready to face the world yet! Join me! Continue our partnership! You could become a far greater asset to this world if you just take my hand and quit this childish whining!" "You are no friend of mine", shouted Saleme. She then used her wand to shine a bright light in Saruman's face. While Saruman was temporarily blind, Saleme ran out of the cave and leaped out of the cave. Saruman didn't see where she fell, but he knew she was lost forever. He then saw a moth fly by and he snagged it.
"Echoir I thoron", said Saruman to the moth. "Dim na im!" The moth then left to get Saruman's mode of transportation. Saruman had assumed she had died in the fall. He would tell Gandalf and the other wizards that he met a girl whom he tried to save but died, so that all available Wizards would converge and pray to Mandos in the traditional way that he be gentle to his knew arrival.
However, Saruman was unbeknownst to the real truth. Saleme had fallen from the great height, but she used the water spell as she fell to create a large, pool-like body of water to cushion her fall. She didn't come out undamaged, however, but she did live the fall. She then got out to leave in search of work, which was a lot harder than she thought. In the area around the Misty Mountains, all jobs were ran by men and employed by men, and whenever she asked for a job, she was told that women didn't know how to work. She looked everywhere, but every time she applied for a job she was refused due to her sex or that flies flocked to her due to her stink. She got so tired of people making fun of her smell that she went to an abandoned river, took off her clothes, and began to swim. As she got out of the water to retrieve her clothes, she found that her clothes, throwing blades, and staff had been stolen. From then on she walked around naked across middle-earth, and people either mocked her for that or they accused her of being a prostitute and tried to get the authorities to lock her up. She had evaded civilization for a long time, hunting around the world for food like the very first men that Illúvatar had created. One day, however, she met a creature that looked like a very mangled hobbit.
"We thinks yous lost", said the creature. "Don't we, precious? Yes we do, my love. GOLLUM! GOLLUM!"
"I guess you can say I am lost", said Saleme. "I threw my life away and I need a new one!"
"Are yous lost?" asked the creature.
"YES!" yelled Saleme. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE IN THE UNIVERSES OF THE VALAR I AM!"
"There is a man in that cave over theres that might help you, right precious?" said the creature. "Exactly, my love".
"Thanks", said Saleme. She then walked into the cave that the creature pointed out and found it very different from what she expected. The whole place was in fire, and yet she wasn't hot nor burning. She turned around and saw a sight that she had learned to avoid- the eye of Sauron.
"Don't be afraid, my child", said a voice from afar. "I will take care of you". Suddenly, the flame embraced her, and she felt strange sensations throughout her body. She was transforming, transforming into a creature of destruction. She finally had a life, one that would change Middle-Earth and me forever.