A/N: Hey guys, I'm back for another quick chapter. I also created a discord server where I can post about new updates and stories and stuff, so check it out if you want, the link is in my profile :)
Oh and to save space I'm just going to write my response to reviews here instead of the whole thing.
"..."-Falconress. Haha, they very well might. The orcs will definitely not be having a good day.
"..."-ivanruzic3758. Oddly enough, I've actually considered it to a degree; especially when I was originally thinking of the concept of the story. If I did it know though it might seem a little sloppy, she's definitely pretty attached to Artemis lol.
"..."-helkil. I've also considered this but I'm not really sure, I guess we'll see. Percy is about 417 give or take a bit. Haha conception would be rather odd, but I'm sure there's a way to make it work.
"..."-Guest. Man I can really slip absolutely nothing past you lol. I'm generally going off of the movie adaptations for the look of the Noldors armor, so that would be why it's generally gold, color-wise anyway. I definitely did take a bit of creative liberty with Percy's potential transformation, I also can't think of a myth where that occurs, sans the golden apples and such.
"..."-angelmermaid4574. Glad you thought so! It should definitely be interesting ;)
"..."-springpony. Thank you! I definitely enjoyed the chapter as well. And thanks again for helping fixing the last chapter, I liked this edition much more too.
"..."-David12leca. Thank you so much! Hopefully I didn't mess up your sleep schedule too much ;)
Alright onto the story.
The elf kneeling next to me pulled off his helmet, letting long brown hair spill out into the open air.
His face was covered in small droplets of sweat and he had a couple of small scars on one of his cheeks that I didn't think were there before.
The surprised look seemed permanently etched onto his face, it seemed like he was about to slap himself to see if this was real. It finally melted off as he went through shock, disbelief, then surprise again.
I decided to tentatively interrupt the cycle; "Aldon?" I questioned, trying not to let the excitement seep into my voice. If he was alive, maybe everyone else was as well.
"Milady." He bowed his head in respect, he always was too formal like that. "No disrespect intended Persephone, but how are you alive?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that I have no idea?"
"Of course, we had all just thought you were gone forever." The smile immediately wiped off of his face, almost as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, concern clear in his voice.
"No, I'm fine." I replied, in a much more even voice, air finally moving in and out of my lungs at a steady rate.
"I saw some of what happened, how long was I gone?"
I interrogated, eager, but scared of what had happened to my friends. "One hundred and twenty seven years Milady. Too much to explain now, but the Maiar have joined us, Morgoth was on the brink of defeat last week. Until..." He left the last part of the sentence unfinished, but gestured for me to stand up.
I clambered up, my body feeling much better after a couple minutes to adjust to the travel through who knows where.
A pit grew in my stomach as I looked over the battlefield. We were nearly to the Thangorodrim, but above other sections of the field circled dragons, lots of dragons.
"Oh." I said with a certain finality. He just nodded solemnly.
The usual hulk of Glaurung was oddly missing from the field, but it appeared Morgoth had found a more than suitable replacement. A massive, and I mean massive black dragon was circling high above the rest of the comparatively tiny dragons.
Eagles circled around the dragons, nimbly clawing and nipping at them, but they were much smaller than the large creatures and were somewhat limited in their ability to strike at them.
The big dragon swooped down low and opened his mouth to rain a streak of fire down on a bunch of elven soldiers, but just as the flames began to leave its terrible mouth, a wave of water collided into the dragon's face; looks like one of Ulmo's Maiar was busy.
All this was fine and good, well, not good actually, but I still needed to know the fate of the rest of my friends, who knew what had happened in one hundred and twenty seven years.
It looked like my question would have to wait because just as I was about to ask it, a huge black shadow swiftly moved over our section of the line.
I looked over head to see a really big dragon swoop past; Aldon yelled something unintelligible and all of the elves for a couple lines back from the battle knocked arrows and loosed, straight into the dragon, most of the projectiles going into the wings.
The beats roared in pain but continued its flight, albeit, a bit more laboured now. I thought that the arrows were now going to rain down on the rest of the soldiers further down the line, but most of them were embedded in the dragon, smart.
As long as everyone has really good aim anyway, good thing I wasn't shooting.
It hadn't even occurred to me that Aldon would have taken over my former unit once I had left, although it seemed like he was doing a rather good job at it; the dragon would probably agree, depending on one's perception of good of course.
He directed the archers to continue what they were doing before, firing at the orcs approaching the line of elves; then turned back to me.
"Fantastic job Aldon, you've really made this into something to be proud of."
He smiled; "Thank you Milady, all with your help."
"Don't downplay your own achievement. Oh, and where's Fingolfin?" His expression turned to grim in the blink of an eye, and he looked slightly down at the ground.
"Persephone, Fingolfin died a year after you left, he was so furious after the battle that he challenged Morgoth to a duel." The last part of the sentence was barely processed.
I let out a scream of pure unbridled rage as I fell to my knees, how could he be dead? After all that time, all the training?
Red clouded my vision and the elves around me turned to see what the commotion was.
Aldon didn't try to comfort me, I'm sure he wanted to stay as far away from what was going to happen next as possible.
My rage invigorated me, I felt strong, stronger than I had ever felt before. The very blood flowing through my veins felt like it was pulled from phlegethon.
The elves around me now were silent in disbelief, it briefly occurred to me that they hadn't seen me in over a century, but that hardly mattered now.
I could barely think, except for wanting to make Morgoth pay, and pay he would.
The moisture around me solidified slightly and I used it to send me rocketing through the air. I pulled riptide out from my pocket and flicked the cap off mid-flight, the pen elongated into a long bronze blade.
The wind sheared past my face as I went faster and faster, threatening to pull my helmet off my head, but I didn't care.
All I thought about was bringing death to those who had killed my friend.
A dragon was in my path, flying horizontal to me. I curved my path up slightly and held riptide firmly beneath me, pointing down.
The blade effortlessly sliced through the dragon's skin, severing its spinal column, I didn't even slow down to look at my handiwork, the loud thud of its corpse hitting the ground was enough.
The rest of the battlefield was absolute chaos, the dragons were not heavily targeting the area where I arrived, but everywhere else, fire and death shot from the beasts mouths, incinerating countless elves, dwarves, and men; but also quite a few orcs.
The absolutely huge dragon was now engaged with what looked like a flying boat, and the combined armies were surging ever closer to Angbad.
We were close to victory, I could feel it.
Although the orcs seemed nearly endless, hundreds of glowing figures were engaged with the multitudes of dragons and the hundreds of thousands of orcs below.
Both the Maiar and some of the Valar were here, otherwise the free peoples would have no chance of combating all of Morgoth's foul creations.
My flight carried me into another dragon, it tried to incinerate me, but I was moving too fast, I shot to the side and through the muscle connecting one of its wings to the rest of its body.
The creature plummeted to the ground, and another loud thud resonated through the earth.
I soared down towards the ground, aiming for a large cluster of orcs and trolls.
I didn't even bother slowing down for the impact, I didn't know why, but I had a feeling that I could take it.
I collided with the earth in an ear shattering crash hundred of orcs flew back from the impact point, trying to recover to their feet, only to be knocked back down by a powerful tremor.
I stalked towards the nearest troll, my rage completely taking over. It felt like I was watching as an observer from outside my own eyes as I slashed, ducked, and stabbed through what must have been hundreds of orcs.
Every time there were too many trying to surround me, another powerful earthquake would hit, fracturing the ground's surface, sending some of them to their doom through a crevasse; and the others onto their faces.
I vaguely noticed the battle near me picking up; the air becoming filled with flashes of bright light and fiery strands.
Minutes passed, and more and more orcs fell to my blade, I was carving a wide, bloody path of destruction through Morgoth's foul army.
A balrog stepped in front of me and I barely hesitated, water shot out of the ground and impaled the creatures feet while I jumped unnaturally high and sliced off its head in one quick stroke.
I continued my reign of terror without missing a beat; my jump over the now decapitated balrogs shoulder landed me in front of a troll, who soon found his arm missing.
I kicked an orc behind me, and was about to bury riptide into another one's chest when a terrible grinding sound resonated across the battlefield.
I cautiously lowered riptide for a moment, and looked towards the source of the sound.
A couple hundred meters away two, huge, solid iron gates slowly swung open.
The flashes of light and the crackling of thunder behind me continued though, and I thought that I saw the peak of a mountain crumble in my peripheral vision.
The orcs also stopped trying to kill me for the moment and looked in awe at what was coming out of the gate.
A/N: Hey guys, one thing is for sure, things are getting intense. I know there are a couple differences to canon for this battle, but Tolkien really never got into detail with the war of the wrath, so hopefully its excusable. Alright, don't forget to check my profile if you're interested in that discord server, and I'll see you guys next time!