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Interlude-Dream Sequences
Galadriel and Elrond
"I have believed for many years that the time of the Elves is fading. That either the time of man or orc is about to begin. And yet, the arrival of the Lord of the Umbrae has given me new hope. Perhaps the Elves may survive the coming storm if they stay, perhaps we need not flee."
"Why should we stay? If it were not for the greed of men we would not be at war at all. What do we owe them?"
"Nothing. But there comes a time when all must chose between what is easy and what is right. Shall we flee to the Grey Havens, live our lives in peace while Middle Earth burns, chained and tortured? Shall we let all men die in penance for the sins of one? Or shall we honour the allegiance that once existed between men and Elves ?Fight against the evil that threatens to swallow Middle Earth whole?"
"My people are readying to leave for the Grey Havens. But I will give them the choice. And I myself shall stay, as I have always planned. If they decide to stay, I will send warriors to Lothlorien to fight with Rohan."
"I thank you, as will all good men on this Earth. I too will send help. Saruman will not easily defeat a union between Elves and Men. But what of the Shadow Lord, will he fight?"
"He goes to Rohan with the speed of the Nocti, and he has pledged himself to this war. Whether he retains enough of himself to be of help remains to be seen. He does not seem to think so, though I believe he will fight until the end."
"I will speak to him. It has been far too long since we have last spoken, though he will remember it not at all. Soon he will understand what it means to be the Lord of the Umbrae. And when that time comes, Sauron himself will quake in fear, for he will not quickly forget the defeat that Lord Calhoun inflicted on him."
"But the Lord has forgotten, and it will not take much for Sauron to realise this."
"His memories are not gone forever, they will return unbidden, and perhaps unheeded. But they will come, and steadily Harry will become who he was created to be, who he was, who he should be and will always be, until the ending of the gods themselves, and the destruction of all. He was gifted with complete immortality, and cursed with a duty that he must carry out for all eternity. He cannot run from it however mush he tries, and he is running whether he knows it or nay.
The destruction of Sauron rests on the Ring Bearer, who's own strength is failing. The entire battle for Middle Earth, however, rests on the choices of each individual and the strength of the Lord Calhoun, or Harry as his name now is.
If he fails the world falls."
"He must not fail!"
Galadriel and Harry
"The end is coming. War is upon us. Men have not the strength to fight the coming storm"
"Then do they stand alone?"
"No longer. The Elves of Lothlorien will go to their aid. We will stay until the end. But we still cannot win this war. Sauron's army is too strong, his power too great. Not even the rings of the elves can hold him back"
"Then is all hope lost?"
"No, my Lord, for we have you."
"Me? I know nothing of the enemy we face, their strengths and weaknesses. I do not even know my own."
"You will learn, for you have fought many battles and each one has left their mark on you. You need only wish for the memories and they will return."
"But I'm not sure that I want them…"
"Then you must make do, though some will come unbidden nonetheless. And the Valor is with you, whether you believe it or not. They will not easily let you fall."
"I was immortal once. Am I again?"
"You always will be Shadow Lord, it cannot be changed. But you can be hurt, and while most will eventually heal, not all, and if you are incapacitated the battle will be lost. Do not risk it."
"I'll try, but I can't make any promises."
"That is what you said the last time."
"And was I? Incapacitated?"
"No! You fought with a skill and grace such as that only spoke of in Legends. And the Umbrae fought, as you, without fear nor reckless arrogance."
"They fought with me?"
"They will do whatever you command. But not all may fight by your side."
"Why?"
"Because the gods are not supposed to intervene in Earthly affairs. Since you are not a god, you may do it for them. However, you are a direct creation, one of the first, and as such hold more power then those who live in mortal worlds. Restrictions were placed on you, to the affect that you may only intervene in dire occasions and that you may only have a small help."
"How many?"
"30."
"30? So little?"
"It is not numbers that win a war, Lord Calhoun."
"No, but I know from experience in the last war I fought that it helps."
"Perhaps. But the Umbrae are skilled and do not often feel the feelings ordinary to man and elf. Neither do you, or rather, you did not. You are far more…human, than you were then."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Perhaps. It remains to be seen."
"Hmmm…"
"Take heart, Lord of the Umbrae. Your skill remains while your memories do not. Your command over the Umbrae is absolute and thirty may accompany you to the coming battle. And the Elves of Rivendell and Lothlorien, too, will come. Middle Earth will not bow to Sauron, whimpering and defeated. We will fight, or we will die."