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The Doom of Terethond
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By Handom Robbit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: this is my first fic, so please be gentle with reviews! I don't even pretend to own any of Tolkien's work, but Terethond is mine so please don't copy it/him. I'm only 14 so suing me will be no good. This is written in the classic Tolkien style, as near as possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Four: The Dome uncovered.
The third morning after the edge of the Dome had been uncovered the hobbits were hard at work, backs bent under the heat of the Sun. Indeed, some - to the shock (and delight) of the hobbit- lasses and hobbit-wives - forsook their "weskits" and jerkins, and worked with bare chests. Around noon, Meriadoc Brandybuck (known affectionately as Merry) called from where he was working with his spade "Frodo! Mr. Bilbo! I found the other edge!" "Capital, Merry lad! Good work!" Now the full extent of the Dome was revealed. From the edge unearthed three days earlier to the newly discovered edge, the Dome measured, if you laid them in a line, about the length of five Men of the race of Númenor. By now the top of the hill was become a great work of excavation, for the Dome was quite possibly the single most valuable thing in or under the Shire (although only Aulë knows what lies deep deep under the earth he loves so well). The hobbits then paused in their labours for a hearty lunch (hearty even by the standards of Hobbits). But underneath their feet all was not still. For the gradual unearthing of the Dome was slowly but surely waking the awesome power inside Farnamal. The spirit of Terethond, unable to find refuge in the halls of Mandos, when he was bereft of his physical form his spirit surged into the very heartstones of Farnamal, the creation which had betrayed him. Through the long ages after the covering of Farnamal he slumbered, but now he was waking, and the great love he held for his creation the Shire pervaded all through the hill, yet that love was tainted with his adamantine desire for revenge on Morgoth. As he slowly awoke, he perceived that Morgoth no longer tainted the hills and fields of Arda, so his wrath bent itself upon destroying any remnants of the servants of Morgoth, and he cast his thought about, and chanced upon Sauron of Barad-Dûr. He decided to put aside his wroth until the Handamá-Méndogoth were brought to Farnamal, and so pervaded his great love throughout the Shire. The hobbits felt it, even though they knew not what it was, they felt that something great yet benevolent dwelt beneath their feet, and they were right.
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The horse's hooves were, for now, spared the ordeal of a gallop, though Gandalf knew that time was of the essence, for he loved this horse, and indeed all living creatures that walked and breathed freely on the surface of Arda, save the servants of the Enemy. As he rode through the forest from Imladris, he espied the three stone trolls sitting around their long-gone campfire, and he laughed aloud, remembering the adventures of Bilbo and how he had confused the stupid trolls. His mirth did not last long, however, for he had great and weighty matters to consider, not least of them which particular four hobbits to fetch to Rivendell. Frodo was by now out of his "tweens", and Gandalf thought to bring him, certainly, and three of his closest friends of around the same age. He knew that the Enemy would sooner or later learn of the existence of Farnamal, and he entertained the possibility that He might seek to possess it, realising that there lay the power either to either set him on the throne of the world, or to destroy him utterly and banish him to the Timeless Void. As Gandalf rode on toward the Shire, the hobbits excavated the Dome, and the spirit of Terethond slept uneasily.
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Two months later, on the eve of Frodo and Bilbo's joint birthday party even, Gandalf rode into Hobbiton with head bowed in thought. He had tarried long with the Beornings, and taught them much craft of wood, and in return for this craft, they had presented him with four small ash walking-staves, with Spells of Fortune and Protection woven about them, so that the traveller bearing one of these would never come to any grievous harm, though he might be injured slightly, but never mortally. Coming to Bag End, Gandalf was surprised at the extent of the excavation, but not totally, for he knew of the industry of hobbits when given some goal to achieve. The Dome was by now totally uncovered, and the clear glass shone in the noonday sun. Then he sensed a power slumbering inside the hill, and perceived it to be benevolent toward the Shire, though he knew not what the spirit intended. Passing into Bilbo's parlour unnanounced, he found five hobbits asleep, obviously just having eaten a very good meal. He sang softly a song of awakening, and it was in the true language of things and ran thus:
Luméndae! Namanda faulenós, i'fanda lomën austrena mathan-têré rethmanor, Namanda faulenós, Luméndae!
and upon the last Luméndae! the hobbits woke as if from a long and peaceful dream. "Ah! That was a good rest" said Bilbo. "My goodness! Gandalf! You are back from your wanderings?" "Yes, Bilbo, I am. And now, you four young hobbits, stay seated! for I have a tale to tell, and a Quest to venture, if you dare after hearing the tale."
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By Handom Robbit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: this is my first fic, so please be gentle with reviews! I don't even pretend to own any of Tolkien's work, but Terethond is mine so please don't copy it/him. I'm only 14 so suing me will be no good. This is written in the classic Tolkien style, as near as possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Four: The Dome uncovered.
The third morning after the edge of the Dome had been uncovered the hobbits were hard at work, backs bent under the heat of the Sun. Indeed, some - to the shock (and delight) of the hobbit- lasses and hobbit-wives - forsook their "weskits" and jerkins, and worked with bare chests. Around noon, Meriadoc Brandybuck (known affectionately as Merry) called from where he was working with his spade "Frodo! Mr. Bilbo! I found the other edge!" "Capital, Merry lad! Good work!" Now the full extent of the Dome was revealed. From the edge unearthed three days earlier to the newly discovered edge, the Dome measured, if you laid them in a line, about the length of five Men of the race of Númenor. By now the top of the hill was become a great work of excavation, for the Dome was quite possibly the single most valuable thing in or under the Shire (although only Aulë knows what lies deep deep under the earth he loves so well). The hobbits then paused in their labours for a hearty lunch (hearty even by the standards of Hobbits). But underneath their feet all was not still. For the gradual unearthing of the Dome was slowly but surely waking the awesome power inside Farnamal. The spirit of Terethond, unable to find refuge in the halls of Mandos, when he was bereft of his physical form his spirit surged into the very heartstones of Farnamal, the creation which had betrayed him. Through the long ages after the covering of Farnamal he slumbered, but now he was waking, and the great love he held for his creation the Shire pervaded all through the hill, yet that love was tainted with his adamantine desire for revenge on Morgoth. As he slowly awoke, he perceived that Morgoth no longer tainted the hills and fields of Arda, so his wrath bent itself upon destroying any remnants of the servants of Morgoth, and he cast his thought about, and chanced upon Sauron of Barad-Dûr. He decided to put aside his wroth until the Handamá-Méndogoth were brought to Farnamal, and so pervaded his great love throughout the Shire. The hobbits felt it, even though they knew not what it was, they felt that something great yet benevolent dwelt beneath their feet, and they were right.
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The horse's hooves were, for now, spared the ordeal of a gallop, though Gandalf knew that time was of the essence, for he loved this horse, and indeed all living creatures that walked and breathed freely on the surface of Arda, save the servants of the Enemy. As he rode through the forest from Imladris, he espied the three stone trolls sitting around their long-gone campfire, and he laughed aloud, remembering the adventures of Bilbo and how he had confused the stupid trolls. His mirth did not last long, however, for he had great and weighty matters to consider, not least of them which particular four hobbits to fetch to Rivendell. Frodo was by now out of his "tweens", and Gandalf thought to bring him, certainly, and three of his closest friends of around the same age. He knew that the Enemy would sooner or later learn of the existence of Farnamal, and he entertained the possibility that He might seek to possess it, realising that there lay the power either to either set him on the throne of the world, or to destroy him utterly and banish him to the Timeless Void. As Gandalf rode on toward the Shire, the hobbits excavated the Dome, and the spirit of Terethond slept uneasily.
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Two months later, on the eve of Frodo and Bilbo's joint birthday party even, Gandalf rode into Hobbiton with head bowed in thought. He had tarried long with the Beornings, and taught them much craft of wood, and in return for this craft, they had presented him with four small ash walking-staves, with Spells of Fortune and Protection woven about them, so that the traveller bearing one of these would never come to any grievous harm, though he might be injured slightly, but never mortally. Coming to Bag End, Gandalf was surprised at the extent of the excavation, but not totally, for he knew of the industry of hobbits when given some goal to achieve. The Dome was by now totally uncovered, and the clear glass shone in the noonday sun. Then he sensed a power slumbering inside the hill, and perceived it to be benevolent toward the Shire, though he knew not what the spirit intended. Passing into Bilbo's parlour unnanounced, he found five hobbits asleep, obviously just having eaten a very good meal. He sang softly a song of awakening, and it was in the true language of things and ran thus:
Luméndae! Namanda faulenós, i'fanda lomën austrena mathan-têré rethmanor, Namanda faulenós, Luméndae!
and upon the last Luméndae! the hobbits woke as if from a long and peaceful dream. "Ah! That was a good rest" said Bilbo. "My goodness! Gandalf! You are back from your wanderings?" "Yes, Bilbo, I am. And now, you four young hobbits, stay seated! for I have a tale to tell, and a Quest to venture, if you dare after hearing the tale."
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