Category: Lord of the Rings

Rating: T

Couples: Elrohir/Melkor, OC/OC and the canon ones also (some only in mention)

Warnings: Slight Slash; Not so slight AU; Blood; Angst

Chapter: 24

Copyright: Most Characters and Places © By Tolkien; Some characters and plot © by me

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"How can I possibly help you, Tumaran?" Nahar gestured outside with his head. "You are against the Valar, but I am with them. I can and will not betray them."

"My dear friend, who says I ask you to betray them?" The man stepped forth, gingerly resting his hand on the silver flank.

"You ask for my aid. Is that not enough?" Nahar neighed. "Why are you doing this, Tumaran? Why do you bring this war?"

The man sighed and his face grew sad. "I do not wish for this war, but I have no choice in the matter."

The silver stallion snorted. "No choice? You have outgrown even the Valar. You can dictate THEIR actions."

"But there are still powers greater than mine. There are some I can never surpass and those dictate MY actions. Help me, Nahar, help me prevent unnecessary bloodshed!"

Golden eyes regarded pitch-black. "Who can possibly dictate you?"

Tumaran turned away. "He who dictates all. He is here, Nahar, He has descended and now rules the Line of Tumaran."

"Impossible!"

"Is it? Did you not deem my return impossible? He is here. Help me serve him, like you once did."

"How?"

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"They are weak." Ancalagon lay in the very heart of Mirkwood. "They hide in a forest."

"That could mean nothing." Sorvalen, second child of Tumaran, and his ambassador in the army of Dragons and Balrogs, said. "They are the Valar. They can ensure that the trees do not burn."

The Black dragon turned towards the other. Sorvalen towered over Ancalagon. "Can your siblings not block that ability?"

"They could, but unless our father orders them to, they won't."

Ancalagon roared at that. "You say that every time! When will he do so? Where were his forces when we scorched Mirkwood, where were his forces when the Lonely Mountain fell?"

Sorvalen moved away, disdain in his every move. "I know not my father's mind. He will join this war when he deems the time right, not because you demand him to do so."

The other growled, but fell silent. In the few weeks the son of Tumaran had been here, he had shown that he was a match for the greatest among them and frustrated or not, Ancalagon was not yet willing to face him.

"I hope he will do so soon, otherwise I will make him."

Sorvalen did not answer, merely leaving the scorched clearing. As he passed over the remnants of mighty trees, dragons turned away from him.

He carefully entered the cave he had claimed as his own.

"He sure calls you often." A young female dragon said. "He grows restless."

Sorvalen smiled. "He is blind. His hunger for power and revenge blinds him to the obvious."

She brushed against him. "He is not the only one. So few of us have joined you. And we are supposed to be able to trick nearly everything?"

"Melkor created you in darkness. It is hard to change the core-being of something." He turned towards the entrance of the cave. "I hope my father moves quickly. I was lying when I said they could prevent the trees from burning. They cannot protect a whole forest."