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The Doom of Terethond
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by Handom Robbit
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A/n: this is my first fic, so please be gentle with reviews! I don't even pretend to own any of Tolkien's work, but Terethond is mine so please don't copy it/him. I'm only 14 so suing me will be no good. This is written in the classic Tolkien style, as near as possible.
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Prologue: The labour of Terethond.
Deep in the earth, far from light or laughter, dwelt Terethond. Just because he dwelt away from the sunlight, does not mean he hated it. Rather, he loved it, and all things that grow under it, and all birds of the air, beasts of the ground, and especially the Elves (this was before the coming of Men, when Arda was still young).
He loved them so much that he forsook the sunlight, and went deep underground to forge the device which was to be his doom. Deep under the flowers he laboured long and hard, and through a series of lenses he captured the light of Laurelin and Telperion, trapping it in crystals he shaped nine swords of the purest diamond. Eight of them were waist-high to a man, that is, about three feet tall. In four of these he meshed the light of Telperion, and in four the light of Laurelin. But the greatest of the swords was not wrought of diamond. It was wrought of topaz and jet, and seemed to form a void, as it were, in the very fabric of the air. Over this sword he spoke many words of Power, in the true language of things spoken by Ilúvatar.
Also Terethond forged nine Rings of adamant, for controlling the awesome power of the Nandamanë. These rings he named the Lemenithë, and in each of them was the power to bestow upon its wielder the ability to read the thoughts of lesser folk. Together the Lemenithë and the Nandamanë could combat the might of Melkor, Sauron and his Ruling Ring. Terethond went then to the centre of Middle-Earth, to the part which, unbeknownst to him, was to become the Shire. He built a great temple-like building, Farnamal, though it honoured no god or godess. This place was the seat of the Handamá-Méndogoth - the Double-Edged Sword. Indeed, all the Nandamanë had two edges, but the name Handamá-Méndogoth was meant in a more metaphorical sense. The secret of the power of the Handamá-Méndogoth was this: spaced around the edge of the main room were eight "slots", with one in the centre. In the slots around the edge fitted the eight diamond Swords of the Nandamanë, and the jet Sword fitted in the middle. If nine people of pure heart and mind stood in prescribed places in the heart of Farnamal, marked by circles of Runes of Power, and each was wearing one of the Lemenithë, then if all nine bent their will upon the destruction, or creation, of a thing, then a great lightning would shine out of the hilt of the jet Sword, up through a great glass sphere set high in the roof, and the magic of the lightning was that it would cause this thing to come to pass, but only if the wills of all the nine were bent upon it. For if just one of the wielders turned his or her thoughts to other things, then the Handamá-Méndogoth would wreak vast amounts of destruction.
Terethond called together eight of the Maiar in order to form a peaceful land, where small childlike folk lived and worked in peace. But even as the Maiar were near to completion of their immense task Terethond wondered whether their fair land would eventually come under strife, and at that moment the magic of the lightning was corrupted, and flashing far far away to the north, it raised mountains, wasted all the land and created the fortress known later as Thangorodrim. Flashing back to Farnamal, it smote down Terethond in a blaze of thunder, and his like have never walked upon Middle-Earth again.
The Valar heard of this, that Terethond had created a land of the Holbytlan, or hobbits as they later became known. But grieved they were to find that he had created a fortress of evil, which they knew Melkor inhabited (This was before Fëanor and the renaming of Melkor to Morgoth). A great session of the Ring of Doom was called, and so great was the strife that even Ulmo attended. Eventually it was decided that Farnamal was to be covered by a great hill, and the pleasant land of the Holbytlan would remain in innocence of the mighty power that lay under their feet.
The Nandamanë were spread throughout Middle-Earth, each going to a separate place along with the corresponding Lemenith, but the marking was this: they were buried under hills which had constructions of some sort above it. The Jet Sword was placed, along with the most potent of the Lemenithë, under what became known as Tol Brandir, where no mortal may set foot. The work of this burying was given to Aulë the Smith, and he wrought places deep under the hills set about with many enchantments, so that Men whose hearts were corrupted by greed could never come to the place of burial. Four of the Diamond Swords, along with their proper Lemenithë were buried under Amon Sûl, and four and four under Amon Hen.
Then Aulë raised a hill over Farnamal, and set a town around it which became known as Holby-Tón, or Hobbiton. Thus ended the greatest weapon of Good or Evil, the Handamá-Méndogoth, the Double-Edged Sword. But it dwelt ever in the thought of the Valar, and knowledge of it was passed to Mithrandir, mightiest of the Istari. The Double-Edged Sword was cunning, and it was nearly always on Gandalf's mind. Thus ut came to be unearthed, and Farnamal under Bag End was reopened once more.
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A/n: This is just the prologue, chapter one up soon, starring Frodo, Bilbo, Samwise, Meriadoc and Peregrin, along with Gandalf and the rest of the Company. The main climax is in... well, I'm not going to tell you, you can read and find out!
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The Doom of Terethond
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by Handom Robbit
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A/n: this is my first fic, so please be gentle with reviews! I don't even pretend to own any of Tolkien's work, but Terethond is mine so please don't copy it/him. I'm only 14 so suing me will be no good. This is written in the classic Tolkien style, as near as possible.
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Prologue: The labour of Terethond.
Deep in the earth, far from light or laughter, dwelt Terethond. Just because he dwelt away from the sunlight, does not mean he hated it. Rather, he loved it, and all things that grow under it, and all birds of the air, beasts of the ground, and especially the Elves (this was before the coming of Men, when Arda was still young).
He loved them so much that he forsook the sunlight, and went deep underground to forge the device which was to be his doom. Deep under the flowers he laboured long and hard, and through a series of lenses he captured the light of Laurelin and Telperion, trapping it in crystals he shaped nine swords of the purest diamond. Eight of them were waist-high to a man, that is, about three feet tall. In four of these he meshed the light of Telperion, and in four the light of Laurelin. But the greatest of the swords was not wrought of diamond. It was wrought of topaz and jet, and seemed to form a void, as it were, in the very fabric of the air. Over this sword he spoke many words of Power, in the true language of things spoken by Ilúvatar.
Also Terethond forged nine Rings of adamant, for controlling the awesome power of the Nandamanë. These rings he named the Lemenithë, and in each of them was the power to bestow upon its wielder the ability to read the thoughts of lesser folk. Together the Lemenithë and the Nandamanë could combat the might of Melkor, Sauron and his Ruling Ring. Terethond went then to the centre of Middle-Earth, to the part which, unbeknownst to him, was to become the Shire. He built a great temple-like building, Farnamal, though it honoured no god or godess. This place was the seat of the Handamá-Méndogoth - the Double-Edged Sword. Indeed, all the Nandamanë had two edges, but the name Handamá-Méndogoth was meant in a more metaphorical sense. The secret of the power of the Handamá-Méndogoth was this: spaced around the edge of the main room were eight "slots", with one in the centre. In the slots around the edge fitted the eight diamond Swords of the Nandamanë, and the jet Sword fitted in the middle. If nine people of pure heart and mind stood in prescribed places in the heart of Farnamal, marked by circles of Runes of Power, and each was wearing one of the Lemenithë, then if all nine bent their will upon the destruction, or creation, of a thing, then a great lightning would shine out of the hilt of the jet Sword, up through a great glass sphere set high in the roof, and the magic of the lightning was that it would cause this thing to come to pass, but only if the wills of all the nine were bent upon it. For if just one of the wielders turned his or her thoughts to other things, then the Handamá-Méndogoth would wreak vast amounts of destruction.
Terethond called together eight of the Maiar in order to form a peaceful land, where small childlike folk lived and worked in peace. But even as the Maiar were near to completion of their immense task Terethond wondered whether their fair land would eventually come under strife, and at that moment the magic of the lightning was corrupted, and flashing far far away to the north, it raised mountains, wasted all the land and created the fortress known later as Thangorodrim. Flashing back to Farnamal, it smote down Terethond in a blaze of thunder, and his like have never walked upon Middle-Earth again.
The Valar heard of this, that Terethond had created a land of the Holbytlan, or hobbits as they later became known. But grieved they were to find that he had created a fortress of evil, which they knew Melkor inhabited (This was before Fëanor and the renaming of Melkor to Morgoth). A great session of the Ring of Doom was called, and so great was the strife that even Ulmo attended. Eventually it was decided that Farnamal was to be covered by a great hill, and the pleasant land of the Holbytlan would remain in innocence of the mighty power that lay under their feet.
The Nandamanë were spread throughout Middle-Earth, each going to a separate place along with the corresponding Lemenith, but the marking was this: they were buried under hills which had constructions of some sort above it. The Jet Sword was placed, along with the most potent of the Lemenithë, under what became known as Tol Brandir, where no mortal may set foot. The work of this burying was given to Aulë the Smith, and he wrought places deep under the hills set about with many enchantments, so that Men whose hearts were corrupted by greed could never come to the place of burial. Four of the Diamond Swords, along with their proper Lemenithë were buried under Amon Sûl, and four and four under Amon Hen.
Then Aulë raised a hill over Farnamal, and set a town around it which became known as Holby-Tón, or Hobbiton. Thus ended the greatest weapon of Good or Evil, the Handamá-Méndogoth, the Double-Edged Sword. But it dwelt ever in the thought of the Valar, and knowledge of it was passed to Mithrandir, mightiest of the Istari. The Double-Edged Sword was cunning, and it was nearly always on Gandalf's mind. Thus ut came to be unearthed, and Farnamal under Bag End was reopened once more.
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A/n: This is just the prologue, chapter one up soon, starring Frodo, Bilbo, Samwise, Meriadoc and Peregrin, along with Gandalf and the rest of the Company. The main climax is in... well, I'm not going to tell you, you can read and find out!
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