Hello again people around the world!

So this is the story that I talked about in the last chapter of 'The Wandering Star of Gondolin'.

This story is related with another I posted named 'An Unsimple Tale' which tells the adventures of Kitty Pryde during the War of the Ring. From the fearful and emotionally weak Kitty who hated Middle-Earth to a brave Kitty who learned to fight and love Middle-Earth and found true love after a terrible dissapoint in Earth.

But before Kitty traveled to Middle-Earth, this story happened a couple of decades before in Earth. This time it'll be two inhabitants of Middle-Earth who will travel to Earth.

Accompany to Lord Glorfindel and Lady Galadriel in their unique adventure in Earth while they try to save it from a danger coming from Middle-Earth.

Before starting I want to thank Celridel for her immense help as beta and invite to all the readers of this story to leave their reviews which will be always welcomed.

So let's begin...!

Chapter 1: The Last Battle

Alatar stumbled back with a groan, wounded by an attack of one of the Four Horsemen of the Enemy. Alas! So the descendants of his descendants were as powerful as a true Istar.

"Come, Alatar! Rise! We must not allow him flight once more!" cried his companion and friend, Rómestámo.

Rómestámo was also an Istar, the second of the two Blue Wizards, and had been his friend and companion during that long journey, from the time they left the blessed Realm of Válinor until that moment when they together faced the Enemy and his Four Horsemen.

It was crucial to defeat him, soon. The two Istari were no longer immortal. They had changed their endless Maiar heritage in exchange for staying on Earth with the human women they loved and to see their children grow, children that were so different and who humans worshipped as gods and angels. And now, their time was running out. Alatar rose with difficulty, leaning heavily on his staff. He approached his old friend, and with a great effort, together the Istari created a girdle of magic that would protect them for a short time, a girdle similar to what their fair sister, Melian had woven under starlit branches in the Woods of Doriath.

"We cannot defeat him," Alatar panted, wincing. He was wounded in the side, and although not mortal, it was painful.

"Yes, we can, heldo," Rómestámo said steadfastly. "We can, Alatar. We must defeat him and his Horsemen!"

Alatar turned sharply. It was Rómestámo who was most fond of his descendants. The Istar loved them greatly, and knowing that two of the Four Horsemen of the Enemy were the great-great-grandchildren of his own children hurt him greatly.

"You do not think to kill them!" Alatar exclaimed in a tone of painful astonishment.

"There is no other choice," Rómestámo replied, but his hands trembled. "Do you not think it hurts me as well? But they made their decision, made the decision to embrace Darkness and Evil. They are no longer who they were before." He paused. "They will have to die together with the Enemy and with us."

Alatar sighed, bereaved and sorrowed. Yet Rómestámo was right. Alatar thought of Saurman and Gandalf. No doubt they too, would have made a great sacrifice. He snorted dryly. Radagast was so hidden in his forest, immersed in the trees and the squirrels that Alatar doubted whether he had the slightest idea of ought that ever happened.

"The best we can do is bury them, deep in the bowels of the earth so they may never be found." Rómestámo said.

"Near here the terrain is easy to sink," Alatar replied, drawn from his thoughts. "If we can get there and let the Four Horseman and the Enemy be on it, we can use both our staff and take them to the depths of the Earth where no one will ever find them"

Rómestámo nodded. Both Wizards drew took a deep breath and undid the guarding girdle, running out into the valley where the Enemy and his Four Horsemen would be buried alive.

As soon as they had saw the Istari, the Four Horsemen signaled the Enemy and attacked the Blue Wizards.

The Enemy, the Servant of Morgoth was wearied of the two Istari, who had been a thorn in his side for many centuries. As long as those two Blue Wizards were alive, he could never seize Earth, and his master, Morgoth, could not tolerate faults in his servants.

His Four Horsemen were ordered to kill, but the two Blue Wizards had regained their strength, and the knowledge that their lives would be given to defeat the Darkness had inspired in them near courage.

Seeing that his Four Horsemen could not accomplish their defeat, the Servant of Morgoth presented himself. His appearance was terrible and many centuries later the different cultures would represent him differently, but all of them would show a part of Him.

His height was about ten feet; His impenetrable armor was of mithril, which on Earth would be called adamantium. His helmet had the resemblance of a horrible dragon with the horns of a goat. Claws like the brutal claws of an eagle were his gauntlets, and a cunning smile was drawn on his mouth. His eyes gleamed like burning coals, and his body was covering in an incandescent fire. He held a great mace, a whip, a sword and a spear.

Two on either side of him, the Four Horsemen stood ready to receive and obey their master's orders.

"Alatar and Rómestámo," he cried in a voice that echoed like the roar of many waters, the very soul of terror and horror. "Alatar and Rómestámo!" he repeated. "The two Istari who decided to stay on Earth to defend it from my power. Do not you know who I am? Do not you know that I, after Morgoth, am the most powerful? How then, could two Maiar who have given up the privilege of immortality to have children with mortal harlots, defeat me?"

Alatar and Morinehtar felt their blood burn with indignation in their veins.

"You will not conquer, O Servant of Morgoth, and if the price of your destruction is ours ... so be it!" they cried, and a bright, blinding glow illuminated earth and sky for hundreds of miles, followed by a earthquake, and it terrified the hearts of all those who witnessed it.

None knew what had happened, but the sages of ancient nations said that a star had fallen, and he who was wise would not disturb the place. For if they did, some terrible evil would ensue.

Thus, it was that place, the 'Forbidden Place', would be untouched for thousands and thousands of years.

So... waiting for your reviews, guys!