The First

by Falcon277

"Cold and mighty are those who came before wielding spitting metal. Defeated and battered by the first darklord Morgoth they hid away only to lose themselves. Now in a time of great need, when armies march to their doom and where a trinket holds the fate of the world, ONE shall rise out the darkness of her world and into the fading light of middle earth." New Species Story AUandOCs

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Before the races of men, dwarves, and elves came into being. Before Morgoth waged his war against the Valar. There was the first race. During the time between the creation of Arda and the rise of elves, Middle Earth was nothing but a large expanse of desert. None of the elvan historians would have ever believed that this place so devoid of attention from the Valar, could possibly harbour life. If they were to go back and unwind time they would see they not only did this arid continent harbour life, but it cultivated a civilisation.

A race of reptilian hominoids created vast cities that spiralled into the sky like diamonds on the horizon. Their methods in farming and crafting were far superior to anything the world had ever seen to date. They were a proud people who enjoyed sunbathing just as much as they enjoyed devolving their sophisticated society.

As their small empire grew, it gained the attention of the Valar, who were mystified by the appearance of this unexpected race. They offered this young race a chance to learn at the god's feet, but the reptiles declined.

The Valar were respectful of their answer and let the empire grow as they sewed the seeds for middle Earth around them. But one Valar was not content with this answer: Morgoth.

When Morgoth broke away from Valar and created his horde orcs from elves he captured, he waged war against the Valar.

The reptiles now known as the Arquin did not know of troubles beyond their desert boundaries. They were insolent of the danger that marched towards them.

The Arquin were taken by surprise when the first armies of orc laid waste to the west of their empire. They rallied as many troops as they could to defend the increasingly smaller realm. For 2 generations of man they fought the hordes of Morgoth with scale and teeth, but were eventually worn away by the numbers of enemies, like water on rock, over time the rock erodes.

In a final act of desperation the remaining Arquin fled deep into the desert that is now know the Northern waste. It was here that they buried themselves in underground temples and licked their wounds. Watching and waiting. Morgoth fell and still they waited.

Eventually the one ring was made by Sauron, then he was defeated, but still the Arquin waited, waiting for a time when an opportunity should present its self.

Far away in a green country, the folk are preparing for a party to remember.