"They need your help."
"Well, don't I feel special."
"Your sarcasm has grown just as theirs has over the years, old Peredhil."
They walked side by side in the growing darkness as the sun set and cast their shadows lengthily along the ground. The taller of the two had an impatient look on his face while his companion was smiling.
"They have so many problems, just as they always have, why should I now find it so urgent to go to their aid, hmm?" Elrond said, looking to the horizon which blazed with red.
"This problem may concern you more than through bloodlines." Manwë said softly, also gazing the direction of the horizon.
His words caught Elrond's attention and he looked to the Vala inquisitively. "What do you mean?"
"You've not noticed? You have been without your true power for too long."
Elrond thought about it a moment. He was confused by what his true power meant.
Seeing that Elrond did not understand, he quietly recited a verse, which had haunted all whom dwelled on the earth for thousands of years.
"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Elrond froze as his eyes cleared and showed something which had not been seen in them for over a millennia...fear. He looked to the Vala who stood before him as his breathing matched his rapid heartbeats. "Why do you speak those words..."Manwë said nothing. "You know the darkness is gone, why do you speak those words!" The elf hollered.
"We felt it not long ago, a stirring, an awakening, a rebirth."
"Where?" He managed to get out.
"In the east...in the world of the second born."
Elrond looked around for a moment as if searching for the words. "But there is no way he could return, the ring-."
"The ring went into the fire, oh, truer words were never spoken!...But there was never question of it's strength, of his, so it seems foolish to me that the first born, held highest by Ilúvatar, would be stupid enough to think it so easy a thing to destroy."
The magnitude of the words sunk into the elf's mind as he sat upon a bench outside his house. Again, he looked to the horizon, slightly blocked by the now looming figure of the Vala and it seemed not so beautiful. It seemed like the skies over the formerly formidable Mordor.
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Many thankies to my fav. smut monkey, Clio, for helping with the name, it's much appreciated;)
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