"... And even after Ungoliant herself departed, and went whither she would
into the forgotten south of the world, her offspring abode there and wove
their hideous webs. Of the fate of Ungoliant no tales tell. Yet some have
said that she ended long ago, when in her uttermost famine she devoured
herself at last."
So it is said in the written history of Arda, but all know at this day in age that the assumptions of the Firstborn were incorrect. Long did Ungoliant dwell within the southern caves of the world, feeding off the thought that one day she would return and build a web of darkness and death around the Iluvatar's children, both Eldar and Man. The foundations of Middle-Earth rose and fell, sealing Ungoliant within the womb of the earth. There she brooded her revenge in her element of darkness until again the world shifted and a rift was opened in the rock and sand. Out of the earth she crawled and was as a shadow, watching from a distance as Sauron the Deceiver waged his war against the goodly beings of Middle- Earth. She watched as he fell, knowing her time had come at last. For she was more powerful than Sauron and his One Ring. She was born when the Land itself was born, conceived of the neglected darkness that reigned outside the Undying Lands. Traveling about Arda as naught but a dark breeze, Ungoliant came across the hidden realm of Imladris. As the last of the Noldor left their home, Ungoliant moved in. She weaved her webs of darkness around the once beautiful place of healing and called forth to her the offspring she produced in the First Age and the generations after. The Sindar, the only Elves that had not all left for the hallowed shores of Valinor, felt the evil presence as only children of light can. A shiver went down the spines of all the Eldar, felt even in the Undying Lands. Scouts were sent out from all the last Elven realms, seeking out the source of such evil intent, but only one Elf returned. In his eyes all those around him could see the darkness that had beseeched the land and with his last breaths he spoke of an evil that sucked all the light from Rivendell with black webs. Such evil had not been heard of for two ages past, since the War of the Ring, and all those that would know of such a shadow had either died or sailed west. Except one. But none knew where to find this one with such knowledge, for it is not easy to find an Elf whom does not wish to be found.
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I am not sure if I should continue this story or not. I was reading The Silmarillian when the idea came to me, and I have never before written a LotR fanfiction before, so I thought I would put down my thoughts and see if anyone wanted me to continue. I will only do it if people want me to because I am in the middle of writing a fantasy novel on Fictionpress. Please review and tell me what you think.
So it is said in the written history of Arda, but all know at this day in age that the assumptions of the Firstborn were incorrect. Long did Ungoliant dwell within the southern caves of the world, feeding off the thought that one day she would return and build a web of darkness and death around the Iluvatar's children, both Eldar and Man. The foundations of Middle-Earth rose and fell, sealing Ungoliant within the womb of the earth. There she brooded her revenge in her element of darkness until again the world shifted and a rift was opened in the rock and sand. Out of the earth she crawled and was as a shadow, watching from a distance as Sauron the Deceiver waged his war against the goodly beings of Middle- Earth. She watched as he fell, knowing her time had come at last. For she was more powerful than Sauron and his One Ring. She was born when the Land itself was born, conceived of the neglected darkness that reigned outside the Undying Lands. Traveling about Arda as naught but a dark breeze, Ungoliant came across the hidden realm of Imladris. As the last of the Noldor left their home, Ungoliant moved in. She weaved her webs of darkness around the once beautiful place of healing and called forth to her the offspring she produced in the First Age and the generations after. The Sindar, the only Elves that had not all left for the hallowed shores of Valinor, felt the evil presence as only children of light can. A shiver went down the spines of all the Eldar, felt even in the Undying Lands. Scouts were sent out from all the last Elven realms, seeking out the source of such evil intent, but only one Elf returned. In his eyes all those around him could see the darkness that had beseeched the land and with his last breaths he spoke of an evil that sucked all the light from Rivendell with black webs. Such evil had not been heard of for two ages past, since the War of the Ring, and all those that would know of such a shadow had either died or sailed west. Except one. But none knew where to find this one with such knowledge, for it is not easy to find an Elf whom does not wish to be found.
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I am not sure if I should continue this story or not. I was reading The Silmarillian when the idea came to me, and I have never before written a LotR fanfiction before, so I thought I would put down my thoughts and see if anyone wanted me to continue. I will only do it if people want me to because I am in the middle of writing a fantasy novel on Fictionpress. Please review and tell me what you think.
