Dark Memory
Fan Fiction
BY
Renarion Arenimon
(based on the trilogy "The Lord of the Rings")
Date written: February the 27th, year 2010
One and Only Chapter
"It is done."
His whisper echoed sharply through the forgotten, ruined sentry post near the snowy peak of the mountain. He stood with his arms stretched out, leaning against the cracked out stone bulwark with his gaze firmly directed down below, at the barely visible dim lights of the White City. Night had only recently embraced the world with its dark wings, he recalled as he turned his sight towards the west and saw the last rays of sun fading. The icy wind cried like a dying giant and ruffled his snow-white hair. Moonlight shined across his dark blue skin.
"Our time here is at an end." he said. Then he symbolically closed his fist, and having captured some snow in it, with great attention beheld as the small crystal drops of water skillfully flowed between his fingers. The north wind quietly but affirmatively whispered on his ear, and then died having fulfilled its purpose.
"We were like that wind." He made a pale smile. "Unseen we saw all. Unheard we heard all. And now, like a wandering breeze we must disappear." The long ago written departure fell on him harder than he had thought. In the dark nearby a flame sparkled. "This is not our world, my friend." he said without turning around.
"That, at least, was clear from the beginning." his hand indicated the dark ruins around him. "I have seen this Middle-Earth from its highest peaks to the deepest abysses." He ran his hand across the stone wall. "It is not much different from the place we came from. And I cannot... I cannot remember what is it that I thought I'd find here. Truly no gain have I received from all of this. On the contrary. No one has the right to invade a foreign world and change even the smallest detail. I was already once responsible for casting my own world into darkness. What if it happened again here? Could I undo the damage? I would have to reveal my presence, and that would yield questions." He frowned. "The demon beneath the mountain woke having sensed my power. The entire Fellowship could have perished, and the Ring fallen into the hands of Sauron. Besides that, it is impossible to say who else sensed my presence."
Something snarled quietly behind him and another flame sparkled. "I know, my friend. I am sure everything will become what it has to be." Before he finished the notion he had already turned around and in heavy footsteps moved towards the other side of the observatory. "It is time."
On the cliff, merely twenty feet from the bulwark he had been leaning against, lay a winged black dragon impatiently snapping its tongue. Seeing that its master made up his mind, it contently straightened up and stared at him. He on the other hand laid his head against it's, eye by eye, and caressed the beast with his hand. Small flames flew from the dragon's nostrils. He mounted, and the dragon satisfyingly soared up, distancing towards the southwest.
And he chained his gaze onto that pale dying light on the horizon - his last hope for escape from this darkness. And he decided finally never to return to Middle-Earth.