A/N: This is very much a work in progress. Join me, readers, on this journey of discovery. You know as much about this story as I do at present.
Edit 1: I have added two additional paragraphs, a disclaimer, and moved my author note to the top where it should have been in the first place. I haven't done this in two years at least, so I confess that I'm a bit rusty still. There were very few changes made to the original text.
Some notes before you read: This story is set primarily in the Lord of the Rings universe, which is why I posted it here and not under the Stargate category. If anyone has questions or has not seen the series I would suggest visiting for a basic primer. Also, I loved both the books and the movies, so, when the time comes, I will be switching back and forth between book and movie verse.
Disclaimer: I own neither the Stargate franchise nor anything J.R.R. Tolkien and his son have created.
Reality is an intricately spun web of delicate silk, a staggering concept to even the brightest of minds. Each connecting thread represents a truth, yet what is truth? Who defines what is truly real? Here, I sit listening to the echoing song of a chilled spring rain. Somewhere else, the same me types her thoughts to a flurry of powdered ice. Here, I sit recording these words in eleven point Century Gothic, single spaced within a word processing program, yet, somewhere else, there is a bolder type face, maybe smaller, maybe larger, and italicized perhaps? Or, perhaps, on that silken thread, she chose the age old medium of ink and paper instead.
This is a chronicle of reality. A reality birthed from the spark of an idea. Here, it is ink and paper. Here, it was mulled in a quiet mind, stirred here and there by stolen moments. Somewhere else, it is.
Another unearthly wail cast a sheet of cold, torrential rain with an ominous yellow glow as a volley of energy disks erred away from the Kull's fleeing targets and scarred the toughened skin of an ancient tree. A uniformed woman turned and trained her weapon upon the scourge only to dive away from the onslaught of another.
"Reynolds!" She turned and scrambled to her feet. The voice of her Colonel strained against the downpour that had turned the dirt path beneath her feet into a rapid river of mud. Her only hope was that their pursuers would discard the chase, yet the Kull were resilient. Where she and her weary team stumbled and groped for life amidst the thick branches and undergrowth, the Kull stepped surefooted and unhindered. 'Lord, deliver me,' was her silent prayer.
The gate was in sight. Jamsa's taxed and tired form reached the DHD first, and his hands moved with well rehearsed speed over the symbols. Colonel Mathers dove to the right and Nora to the left where she raised her P90 to lay a curtain of cover fire. The rounds exploded like pins upon the Kull's sturdy armor, yet the creature came forward still at a pace unknown to the fittest Jaffa warrior.
"Reynolds, Go!" Nora dove onto the path, and a second wind stirred her toward the watery surface of the open wormhole as Rogers and Jamsa disappeared safely through.
Pain like a lance of white hot metal ripped through her shoulder, and she fell into the water. Hard hands gripped her and pulled her to rights. The wrinkled and worn face of the Colonel drew her onward as lightning forked bitterly through the roiling, angry clouds. They ran blindly now, closer and closer toward their only route home. A sword of blue white light struck the gate as she was pushed through the event horizon...
...Nora fell through clear open air, the rocky ground, speeding upward at a dizzying angle, engulfed her in blackness.
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High upon the pinnacle of Taniquetil, Manwe Sulimo stood looking to the East with Varda by his side. "What do you see, my Lord," she asked of her husband. With her guidance, his gaze could pierce to the very depths of the sea. "I hear a strange music."
Manwe smiled, for, among the Aratar he was closest to the mind and thoughts of Iluvatar. His gaze fell upon the two men whose presence had formed such a beautiful melody, greater now in its true unveiling. "Our Creator has many themes still to shape the history of this world, yet some remain mysterious even to me," he replied. His robe, blue as the skies that he so loved, rustled in the winds of the Pelori. "Come, there is much to do. We must call our brethren together in council once more."
Index
The Stargate: A vast stone ring developed by a race of technologically advanced humans. The stargate was designed for instantaneous interstellar travel.
DHD: Dial Home Device. A second piece of technology designed to operate the stargate. A series of seven symbols entered into the device will direct the wormhole to connect with another gate.
Kull Warriors: A race of genetically engineered super soldiers.
Taniquetil: The highest peak of the Pelori, the mountain range that the Valar raised to protect Valinor from the assaults of Morgoth. Manwe and Varda make their home here where they can see and hear all that transpires in the East.
Aratar: The Eight greatest of the Valar, lead by Manwe and excluding Melkor who was just as powerful or more. The Aratar are Manwe, Varda, Ulmo, Yavanna, Aule, Mandos, Nienna, and Orome.
Iluvatar: The highest being of Arda's theology.
Lisa
