Author's Note:
The chapters are named according to the characters that have made entries into their diaries. The rest of the story will flow accordingly.
An extra long chapter. :)
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
This is Celegorm, son of Fëanor, and today is 16th of April of the year 2018 in Georgian Calendar. I personally think this is a ridiculous exercise of keeping diaries, but no one will listen, so, here I am. I am not much one for writing, so a video log is the best that I could do. Not much has come to pass, save that which we expected. America is in shambles, the army has taken control of the country. We have heard of some rebel activity, but we have yet to confirm the fact.
In spite of the fact that Morgoth's coming is only two weeks old, there is surprisingly little activity. I was expecting some action, with all the events spiralling towards a brutal Dagor Dagorath but everything is very… boring. There is something going on in the world, yes, but there isn't much going on as of yet.
And that is precisely the reason why I am having a hard time with this video log. See? I told Miranda this was a worthless exercise.
And what else? Oh yes, I have accursed dragons hovering above my city.
Now I told Maedhros about it but since the dragons aren't doing anything, we hesitate from starting the fight from our end for fear of causing more harm than good. While these dragons are small and likely not as powerful as their larger brethren, in hoards they are just as dangerous.
And now if you will excuse me, I have more things to do than sit in this chair and stare at a webcam and talk as if I am talking to real people. Good day.
Celegorm glared at the webcam before sighing and getting up from his seat. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath about stupid diaries and foolishness. He grabbed his sword and hooked it to his belt. Adding to the fact that he wore no armour, it was no protection against the dragons, but the weight of the sword was comforting. He made his way outside onto the porch, where he found Kate standing there. The palace was built on high ground, overlooking the rest of the city on all sides. Kate stood at the very edge. The stars shone brightly down on them, raining the city with silver light.
"Any closer and you will fall right of," Celegorm said.
Kate stepped back a bit.
"You are worried." Celegorm said, coming to stand beside her.
"Do you think Alice can handle the mission?"
"She is very capable," Celegorm said. "And I should think so. I trained her myself."
Kate only nodded.
"The dead have set sail," Kate said.
"What?" Celegorm asked blankly.
Kate shook her head as if to clear it.
"That is what they keep saying."
Celegorm did not need to ask who 'they' were. It was almost like a codename that Kate kept for the dead she could see and who had the courage or the sanity enough to talk to her.
"Did they explain what they mean?"
"No, they just keep repeating it," Kate said.
"Anything else?"
"He said we will meet friends and foes of old," Kate said. "I do not know what that means either."
"Who said that?"
"A young Elf," Kate said. "Barely reaching his maturity; he told me he used to live on this island once."
Celegorm frowned. He was not aware of a lost child.
"Describe him to me."
"He is tall, but he is very young. And he is thin with sharp cheekbones and a reddish complexion. His eyes are grey with this lashes and his hair is cut short to his shoulders. He wears a ring on his middle finger of his right hand." Kate said. She stopped when she saw Celegorm's expression. "Why? Do you know him?"
Celegorm gave a sad smile.
"I think so. Caranthir's son, my nephew. We lost him at Sea."
"Ah." Kate said. She was so used to strangeness that the woman did not show any reaction.
"Does it ever bother you? Seeing the dead?"
"I am a girl who can see spirits," Kate said dryly. "Of course it creeps me out."
"Do you think you always so them?"
"I think so," Kate said after a pause. "Maybe I kept seeing people who were not truly there. None of them ever tried to speak to me, as far I remember. I do not know." Then she laughed, as if mocking herself. "You know they keep saying that I am gifted with seeing the dead because of the King and his people who broke their vows to Isildur. They were cursed. And their curse was broken when Elessar freed them from it after the Battle of Pelennor Fields."
"I do not know, Kate." Celegorm's voice was gentle. "But nothing happens without reason."
There was a current of wind and both of them looked up. Dragons circled high above them.
"I hate seeing them up there," Kate said. "I can't bear to see them, not after what I saw their fire could do in London."
"London is tragedy none of us could forget."
"I remember London a bit before my parents were divorced," Kate said. "He bought me ice cream." She frowned. "He told me kings were not only made by blood but also by what they were taught. And queens were just as strong as kings. I told my mom that. They had a fight soon after. I think he was trying to prepare me for this."
"Do you consider yourself as a queen?"
"I wouldn't trust myself with the life of one man, let alone a kingdom." Kate said with a snort. "No, I don't consider myself a queen."
Whatever Celegorm was about to say was forgotten when they heard a loud, high-pitched dragon war cry. Celegorm looked up. The dragons that had been forming concentric circles now broke form. One by one they flew low over the city.
"They are attacking!"
A dragon breathed fire over the outskirts of the city.
They heard high-pitched screams of children. Celegorm felt a sickening feeling in his gut. He clutched on to his sword's hilt as he ran. There was a vast ground nearby with colourful tiles where the children played and mothers watched. Celegorm went there and amidst the chaos and terror, he found his wife Himeth clutching onto two children.
"Get the Ellyth and the children into the channels," He ordered his wife. "Where is Arthien?" Celegorm asked, eyes suddenly searching for his only child and daughter.
"There!"
Celegorm turned just in time to see his daughter ride a horse bareback, her platinum hair that she inherited from her father streaming behind her. She grabbed a child and put him on the horse before dismounting. She slapped the horse's behind and shouted to other Ellyth who followed her in protecting the children.
"That's your daughter." His wife said dryly.
"You taught her to act like a lady." Celegorm returned in the same dry manner. "Go! Make for the mountains before it is too late! GO!"
The Hunters were gathering swiftly. Himeth pressed her hand against his cheek, and he felt her unwillingness to leave his side. But Celegorm would have none of it. He roughly pushed her hand away and pushed her towards the rest of the Ellyth fleeing for refuge.
"Go! I am not as strong as Maedhros! GO!"
The Hunters came to him and two of them quickly grabbed the princess without Celegorm needing to ask for it and ushered her to safety. Celegorm turned his attention towards the dragons circling above them.
"CLEAR THE MARKETPLACES!" Celegorm bellowed. "GET THE CHILDREN AND ELLYTH TO SAFETY!"
His captains were shouting the same orders, letting waves of the commands spread among the Hunters and Companions.
"Glandír! I want the missiles up and ready!" Celegorm shouted over the screams of the attacking dragons.
No sooner had he said this, most of the dragons swooped in, claws out. They let out ear-splitting shrieks as their powerful claws and bodies brought down the towers. Celegorm clenched his jaw. With the missile launchers dismantled, they were in more trouble.
"Change of plans," Celegorm hissed. "Find me explosives, and find a way to launch them in the air!"
"Yes, my lord!"
"And find me the rocket launchers and blow these dragons out of the sky!" Celegorm shouted after him.
"INCOMING!"
Celegorm turned and then sprinted. The building he was standing near crumbled to the ground where he had been stranding. He was helped up and he looked over to his ally.
"He wants you!" Kate shouted over the chaos. "That's why the dragons were here! They want you!"
Celegorm looked at her in mild annoyance. Kate was a valuable asset. He was not about to lose her to a skirmish. He ignored her warning and searched for a familiar face.
"Alphon! Take her to safety and protect her with your own life if need be!" Celegorm ordered the Hunter. The Elf nodded and swiftly swooped down on Kate, who tried to break free but to no avail. The woman may be strong but she was no match to a Noldo's strength.
"He doesn't want me!"
"I am not taking chances!" Celegorm snapped.
They heard a loud explosion and a dragon's cry of pain. Celegorm looked up to see another rocket launch into the air and successfully hitting a dragon. The rocket launchers were distributed among the Ellyn, resting on one shoulder of each. Everything was happening too fast. Then Celegorm heard a loud cry, louder than that of the rest of the dragons. A familiar dragon appeared its form easily recognizable.
"Smaug," Celegorm hissed. The dragon soared above him many times before landing right in front of him. His long tail whipped back, throwing many Ellyn off their feet. Smaug circled about Celegorm until it was only him and the dragon. Smaug's tail whipped forward, colliding against Celegorm's legs and throwing him off balance.
Celegorm's heart thudded in his chest. The dragon tilted his head till he glared at the Elf with one large eye. It bared its teeth, revealing rows of yellowing teeth. Celegorm scrambled backwards with his hands and legs, before clenching his jaw. He was Fëanorian! He refused to show fear or bow down to them. Smaug gave a low chuckle before stepping forward and clamping his body down with one claw.
Celegorm's breathing was cut off as the dragon slowly applied more pressure on his chest. But it was not enough to break ribs like before. Still, it was painful. A shadow crossed over his face as Smaug leaned over him.
"Anyone else shoots, and you will be cleaning your prince off the marketplace tiles," Smaug grumbled. His rich voice rolled in the air. Celegorm tried to order his Hunters to continue their attack but his mouth only opened in an effort to breathe.
Smaug's claw pressed harder on Celegorm, which prompted a shout of pain. Then Smaug's claw tightened around his chest. Suddenly he was in air, head dangerously dangling back. Celegorm fought to keep a levelled head, to keep the nausea at bay, but the light-headedness was getting to him. The shouts of his Hunters swiftly died away as they gained altitude. Finally, Celegorm surrendered to the darkness.
oOo
Red Palace,
Tol Antanë,
Maglor couldn't believe his ears.
"My brother was kidnapped by a hoard of dragons?" Maglor asked.
"That's just about right." Anuben said, nodding. Maglor sighed.
"How many dragons were killed?"
"Two."
"Two," Maglor repeated. At this rate, they would never be able to win Dagor Dagorath. They had to find a way to kill more dragons. "And how many did we lose?"
"Twenty killed, and fifty were injured," Anuben said.
"Those numbers are not in our favour." Maglor said, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "Anuben, find me some answers on how to dispose of many dragons at once." Anuben nodded. "And where is Maedhros?"
"He is in his rooms," Anuben said after some hesitation. Maglor stopped.
"I am sorry. What?"
"He is in his rooms," Anuben said warily. Maglor inhaled and exhaled deeply. Anuben still looked at him with wariness. Maglor couldn't blame him. Maedhros and Maglor had common tempers, ones that made the hardest soldiers go begging for mercy at their knees.
"I see." Maglor said in a measured tone. "Go. Get the task I set for you done."
"And Lord Celegorm?"
"The Hunters are looking for him. Let them continue that. I need to speak to my brother." Maglor said. Anuben nodded and hastily left. Nobody liked coming in the way of either Maedhros or Maglor when they had a temper.
Maglor found Maedhros' rooms only semi-lit. The curtains were drawn and he heard dim sounds of running TV. Turning left, he found Maedhros lounging on a couch in front of the TV. Maedhros looked eerie in the light coming from the TV.
"What are you doing?"
"Having a drink," Maedhros said quietly. He raised his glass to his lips and did not look at his brother. His eyes were trained on the TV.
"Having a drink," Maglor repeated. "Our brother has been captured."
"I heard."
"And here you are, having a drink."
"I could hardly grow wings and look for him myself."
"Ah." Maglor said. The tension in the air was almost palpable. "Yes, you are right. You couldn't do that."
There was a sound as Maedhros placed the glass on the table.
"What you could do is get off that lazy arse and come and work."
"You are doing fine without me."
"Right, so that you can brood in the half-darkness." Maglor said.
"You can call me when I am required."
"When you are required. When you are required? Maedhros, our island is without any protection from the Valar. We are finally called to do what we were reborn for and here you are asking me to call you when you are required!"
"Maglor, you are more than capable to lead our people."
Maglor wasn't sure he was hearing him right.
"Pull yourself together!"
"Maglor, go back to your reports."
"You are our leader," Maglor ground out. "You are the eldest. You are the king-"
"I am no king."
Maglor's temper snapped. He lunged at his brother and grabbed his collar. The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the ground. Maglor ran him backwards until Maedhros' back slammed hard against the wall.
"What has gotten into you?" Maglor demanded. "Two weeks! We are running towards a war and here you are drowning yourself in sorrow-"
"I am allowed to mourn!"
"You are NOT mourning!" Maglor said. "You are hiding yourself from everyone! What's wrong, brother?" Maglor spat out the word that described their relationship, "Has Morgoth's coming frightened you? Did you revert back to the Thrall? To a coward?"
Maedhros' eyes blazed in white fury.
"Careful, Maglor," Maedhros' voice was low and dark. "There is only so much I can listen from even brothers."
Maedhros tried to let lose but Maglor's grip was strong. They shifted sideway, toppling a table and sending the glassware on it crashing onto the ground.
"I will speak as I please! You will return to your duties, Maedhros! I will not have you slowly pushing yourself into misery till you Fade!"
"AND WHAT IS IT TO YOU WHETHER I FADE OR NOT!"
"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU ENDANGER US ALL!" Maglor roared.
They heard a sniffle and both of them froze.
A small figure lurked at the open doorway, pressed against the wooden doorframe. She clutched a doll hard to her chest, grey eyes full of tears. She saw everything. Maglor looked at his grandniece and swiftly let go of Maedhros. The Elf shot Maglor an annoyed look, straightened his shirt and approached the infant. Kneeling down, he enveloped her in his arms, hand patting her curly red hair to still the sobs.
"I will return her to her mother." Maedhros said quietly. Both brothers ignored the toppled table and the shattered glass. Maglor nodded wordlessly and sank on to the couch.
When Maedhros returned, he sat beside Maglor. Both of them had the same manner to sit, Maglor thought idly. Legs spread apart, back bent, elbows resting on thighs and fingers crossed together.
"I am no king," Maedhros said quietly.
"You are right," Maglor said flatly. "You are a fool."
oOo
Unknown Location,
Arda,
He was lying on cold, hard ground.
Celegorm shifted lazily. His cheek was pressed against the ground. He could feel the small stones digging into his skin. He turned his body around, pressing both palms on the rough ground before opening his eyes and raising his head. His head felt heavy. His hair fell forward as he slowly and carefully raised himself to look at his surroundings. The nausea that came with consciousness was quickly disappearing.
He was in some form of a large cave with many pillars to hold up the high ceiling. He saw the cave had no plant life within it, and the stone was dull grey. Fires were lit about him, but he could not see what the fuel was, and the fires left the entire cave in full light. In one corner, he saw a silver stream of starlight, which told him it was an opening outside.
And Celegorm wasn't alone.
All around him, many pairs of eyes watched his every move. The dragons had yellow eyes with black slits in the middle. These dragons were smaller than the ones that attacked Celegorm's city. Some were seven to eight feet from nose to tail. But others were taller, their bellies wider and neck thicker till they were as large as elephants.
"Cold-drakes," Celegorm murmured. They had no wings, crawled on earth and bore no fire. But they were deadly in their own way. One of them came close, its claws glittering silver in the fire. Celegorm leaned back. He had never confronted cold-drakes before. But he had heard varying tales, of how their claws bore poison and such, but such wild rumours only told him how little they knew of dragons. But the dragon came forward, laid its head on his lap and breathed through its nostrils. Celegorm stayed still. He was stunned. What was this? But the drake made no move to attack him, and other drakes looked at him in the same curious manner. Celegorm could feel the drake's breath shift the cloth of his trousers, its eye staring up at him. Celegorm hesitated and then gingerly ran his hand over the drake's neck. It stayed where it was.
"Why did you bring me here?" Celegorm asked softly. The drake's eye widened and it blew out of its nostrils in one great huff before raising its head. Claws tapped against the stone. The drake dragged its claws over the stone, making deep cuts into it. Celegorm stored the information in his mind; they had strong claws enough to cut through stone. Celegorm watched in fascination. And then he realized these were no senseless marks; these were letters… Tengwar.
"You are intelligent," Celegorm said in surprise. "Though not gifted for speech." The drake nodded.
Celegorm shifted forward and sat cross-legged when the drake was finished. Celegorm read the awkward script.
Smaug will answer.
"Wonderful," Celegorm muttered. At the mention of Smaug, his chest began to hurt; where he had no doubt that a large animal's print in the form of bruise would wait for him to see if he dared lifting his shirt. At the moment, he was not too keen. He liked having the flimsy protection of a shirt against the razor-sharp teeth and claws of drakes surrounding him. There were a sound of many wings flapping in the air and the drakes scrambled behind him. Celegorm looked at the entrance warily.
More dragons appeared out of nowhere, in beautiful colours of green, brown and blue. Celegorm looked at them in half-admiration, now that he knew he was in no danger… yet. Morgoth had certainly put an effort in them. These were perfect killing machines, beautiful and elegant in their own way. These were fire-drakes, with wings and fire in their bellies. They were just as tall as the cold-drakes that took refuge behind him. Celegorm supposed that the fire-drakes considered themselves superior.
One of the fire-drakes slithered forward. These smaller drakes were more reptilian in looks, with small, tightly-packed scales than their larger brethren. Clamped tightly in its jaws was some form of animal. The drake opened it mouth and let a dead rabbit drop at Celegorm's feet. Then the drake took in a deep breath and exhaled. Fire spurted out from between its jaws, cooking the rabbit in a matter of seconds. The drake crawled backwards and watched him expectantly. Celegorm stared at the drake and then down at the rabbit.
"Well, at least it's not raw." Celegorm said to himself, but it was loud enough for the drakes to hear. The hunter who brought the rabbit bared its teeth in what looked like a grin. But then Celegorm wasn't sure. Maybe it was showing its displeasure. Or maybe it was sneering at him.
Celegorm took the rabbit with great hesitation. The rabbit's fur was burned away and the charred skin was black and rough to the touch. But it pulled away easily, revealing well-cooked meat inside. Celegorm looked up at the fire-drake before pulling away a part of the meat and eating it. It was not seasoned, and therefore quite bland, but it was edible, and it soothed his grumbling stomach. Meat was plenty. Celegorm only ate half of the rabbit. One of the cold-drakes nudged him from behind until he stood. He was assured to a narrow shelf in the corner, where there was mountain water trickling and pooling on the ground. He drank from it before looking at the dragons again, this time in wonder. For all their power, their danger, they seemed to possess some form of morality.
"I do not know what you want from me." Celegorm murmured, kneeling to pat the smallest of the drakes. This one had wide doe-like eyes, with long limbs and too-small figure. The way it moved awkwardly on its claws made him guess this was most likely an infant. "But you wouldn't want me dead if you are feeding me."
Suddenly, a wave of biting cold weather rolled into the cave. Celegorm wore no protection for chills, and he shivered involuntarily. One of the smaller dragons turned its head in a confused manner before scrambling to his side and curling its entire length around Celegorm. The Elf suddenly found himself enveloped in warmth. Celegorm awkwardly ran a hand over the drake's length. The scales gave a rough look but were actually smooth and hard in touch. The drake gave a low rumble. The cave was steadily darkening as the light from outside dimmed. Celegorm supposed the stars hid for the night. The fires were lit by the fire-drakes and Celegorm found that he was the only Elf among what he supposed were almost a hundred drakes. All of the drakes found spots where they curled for sleep. Some of them cuddled, always in pairs. Celegorm stared at them. Were they mates? Celegorm twisted his head around, sudden realisation sinking in. He caught glimpses of eggs, protected between the forelimbs of many drakes. There were parents here. He was in a nest! That begged more curiosity. Why was he trusted enough to be allowed into a nest?
These drakes were certainly intelligent, he mused. He lay flat on his back, the drake curling about him to give him warmth. They seemed loyal if they were taught what loyalty was, and he knew they would be as good as any beast trained by Men, Elves and Dwarves.
"You lot as pets," Celegorm mused. "I think I could live with that."
All of a sudden, he imagined himself as his younger form, eagerly carrying a baby dragon into his arms and presenting it to his mother, whom he almost always found in the kitchens or in her art room, begging to keep it.
In spite of himself and the situation he was in, Celegorm laughed.
oOo
Houses of Healing,
Tol Antanë,
He could feel someone watching him with eyes boring right at the nape of his neck. And he knew precisely who it was.
"You shouldn't be here." Amras said conversationally. He raised his head from the microscope and took off the slide with an inward sigh. Yet another failed vaccine. Then he turned at the waist. "You shouldn't even be walking."
Arodien gave a faint smile.
"I was bored." She said. She rubbed her arms and looked around. Amras couldn't blame her. The research labs were very cold. She wore a dress he asked the maidens to supply her with, a white gown with a dark grey cloak, though now he knew the cloak did not ward off cold. In the large cloak, she looked small, fragile.
"Come, I think we should go elsewhere." Amras said, taking of his lab coat and hanging it near the entrance before guiding the queen outside.
"How goes the research?"
"Not as well as I had hoped, but I think we are close." Amras said. "How are you feeling?"
"Well," Arodien said. "The pain from my leg is mostly gone, and my son is restless."
"He has some more months to go." Amras said.
"I worry about the time when it comes. With all this…happenings," Arodien said, slipping her hand on Amras' elbow.
"You will be safe here," Amras promised. "No harm shall come to you or your child."
Arodien only inclined her head.
"I wasn't meant to walk this early," Arodien said. Amras cast her puzzled look. Arodien looked up to meet his gaze. "I had a bullet wound that cut through my femoral artery. I heard the nurses speak. This was supposed to be a messier operation, and still messier recovery. But look at me. I am walking about as if it were only a substantial cut." Amras slowed down, pulling them both to a halt. "Now why would that be?"
Amras stared at her for a moment.
"It was an experimental technique," Amras said, "Grafting of stem cells into a wounded area to accelerate healing. We are still testing it."
Arodien raised her brows in surprise but Amras knew that it was all pretend. She had known. He had underestimated her.
"And what would my lord husband say to that?" Arodien asked. "That is, if he by any chance found out that you used his wife and queen as a lab rat?" She gave him a small smile.
Amras stared at her. Then he chuckled.
"You may not look like much, my lady, but you are sharper than I thought."
"I am a daughter of an advisor," Arodien said. Her smile remained.
"Maybe I could interest you in something the lady likes in exchange of silence with regards to your lord husband?"
Arodien raised a brow.
"You are buying my silence?"
"Something like that," Amras returned. Arodien studied him carefully.
"You wouldn't threaten the delivery of my child to keep me silent?"
Amras' look darkened and he stepped back.
"Never, my lady. I will threaten no person or child no matter what Race. Those days are behind me as they are behind my brothers."
This time when the queen smiled, it was a warm one.
"And that is how you will buy my silence." Arodien said. "Keep your trinkets. I have my answer that the sons of Fëanor have not lost all moral."
"You would trust me now, after knowing what I did?"
Arodien's expression changed.
"I think it will be different this time around." Arodien said. "There will be no complete good or evil among the Elves, but varying shades of grey."
To that Amras had no answer.
oOo
Harbour,
Tol Antanë,
"This is insane," his advisor muttered to him.
"It isn't if I get some answers." Caranthir said.
"You are suggesting that even the water-sprites had a hand in all of this!"
"Thranduil's ship crashed near Germany with Saruman's persuasion of some water creatures." Caranthir said. "I want to know who."
His advisor only sighed and shook his head. Caranthir went down on his knees at the edge of wooden board and dipped his hand into the seawater.
"Zeze, I need to speak to you."
The water-sprite appeared moments later.
"You called me?" Zeze asked.
"I did. This is something that can only be answered by you and your sisters."
"What is it you want to ask?"
"Tell me first, do you hear all that goes on at Sea?"
"Of course, we help control the Sea."
"Can you tell me what caused Thranduil's ship to crash?" Caranthir asked. Zeze frowned.
"That is not your concern," she said. "Our fights are our own."
"You hid this from us."
"The land-beings have nothing to do with what occurs in Sea."
"It does concern us when we lose our people to it." Caranthir said firmly. Zeze set her jaw and made to return underwater, but Caranthir grabbed her arm.
"Zeze, I will not tolerate this." Caranthir said firmly.
Zeze twisted her lips in displeasure and stayed silent for so long that Caranthir began to think she would not answer.
"Not all the water-sprites are friendly," Zeze finally said. "Like Olwë's temperament, the water-sprites are split. We are friendly to all the land-beings, but the others are not."
"Hence the legends of mermaids bringing down the ships of Men," Caranthir said.
"Legends often spring from truths," Zeze said. "All of us have varying personalities. Some of us are completely good, full of kindness. But there are same as unpredictable as the Sea we live in. And then there are others, who not only kill the land-beings, but feast on them. They have fallen far into the darkness. But just as they are wild, they are easily persuaded. They are gullible to do anything as long as it is to their liking."
"Saruman used them to bring down Thranduil's ship."
"And your son," Zeze added. Caranthir felt a stab of old pain in his heart. Zeze's look softened. "I am sorry. There was nothing we could do when it happened."
"And how many are these dark water-sprites?"
"By the hundreds," Zeze said. "They live deep in the Sea, where no light touches the waters, where no life lives. They only come out in the storms to bring down ships and feast on the dead."
"Are they enough to bring down the ships from Aman?"
Zeze remained silent but her expression said it all. Caranthir immediately rose to his feet and turned his attention to his advisor.
"Get me Círdan," Caranthir ordered. "We have a problem."
Author's Note:
Bless brothers! My bro worked some magic on my laptop and viola! It works! Even better, he managed to recover my writing! Oh, I love my laptop! It is a little worse for wear after getting attacked, poor thing, but it works! I should be up and running in a few days.
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List of Canon and OCs:
-I mentioned Caranthir losing his child to the sea in "Tempest: Stronghold".
-I do not consider Kate as a leader, but rather like an average human being thrust with responsibilities.
-Cold-drakes and Fire-drakes are canonic.
-The variation in dragons in sizes, speeches, and such stemmed from the idea that the famous dragons in Tolkien world like Glaurung, Smaug and the rest have some difference or the other, which led me to believe that there has to be some 'lesser' dragons.
-The 'dark' water-sprites are OCs. They do not live in the Tolkien world. They are mostly inspired from mermaid legends.
-On Maglor and Maedhros- I think Thranduil had seen only a part of their personalities in "Tempest: Stronghold". I mentioned in the notes before as well, I consider them allies in this story, but dangerous ones at that. They are still fey, in some ways.
-Amras- People may think Arodien is forgiving him too quickly but remember one of the worst things about war is all the politics behind it. That is what really makes war messy. There is no good or evil side in war. There is no black and white picture. And sometimes you have to make your enemies your closest allies.
-Celegorm- I do not really know why, but I always imagined him with a mocking sort of a humor. A little bit sarcastic and domineering when he want to be but still a good person in some things.
