The woods of Oromë, the greatest forest of Arda followed by the forests of Harad in the East of Middle-earth. It stretched from the Pass of Light to the foothills of the Hyarmentir mountain south of Aman.
It was a marvelous forest, the song of Oromë being felt within. Thick forests surrounded the arable lands and inhabited by multiple beasts. Oaks, chestnuts, firs, yews, hazel trees, all these trees rubbed shoulders in an inextricable abundance of greenery, surrounding caves and streams, as well as sumptuous clearings. Although Oromë hunted there regularly, the forest was teeming with animals of all kinds. Hares, deer, squirrels, life thrived inside.
And it was in this environment that Aiwendil decided to live, the elves called him Radagast the Brown, he had always preferred the company of animals to those of the elves, far from the problems of the world, for that he was not close to the other Maiars except Olorin and the Lady Yavanna who came to visit him from time to time.
But the problem with being an immortal Maia is that no matter how much you want to avoid them, trouble always finds you.
And this time the problems were of catastrophic proportions.
It started when Aiwendil saw the birds fleeing to the South, he went to the North in search of the origin of this commotion. After a week of travel where he saw more and more beasts fleeing in the opposite direction, he arrived at the top of a large hill overlooking the large forest, giving him a view spanning several places around. . In the distance he saw a titanic black cloud moving slowly through the forest. And smoke rose from the surrounding trees indicating a large fire. Aiwendil couldn't believe his eyes.
" What is this sorcery? »He saw the Ents of the forest heading towards the smoke, surely to stop what was happening there.
He too set off again in the direction of the smoke. After solving this problem, he would go and see what this black cloud was all about.
The closer he got, the warmer the air became. Aiwendil stopped when he heard voices shouting in the distance. He got down from his sled and climbed a ridge giving a view of all this bazaar from below. When he reached the top, he saw a vision of hell. Thousands of torches were burning below, all coming out of the black cloud.
"Where did all these people come from Eru?" He stared at the torches and tried to make out what species these forest destroyers came from. What he saw left him speechless.
"Are they...are they men?"
The Mouth of Sauron.
That's what he was called. He was originally a man from Numenor, corrupted by Sauron. He managed to survive the submergence of the island and took refuge in Mordor. Sauron taught him witchcraft and he became its highest captain and spokesman. No one knows his real name.
Beside him were the three Dark Captains, each possessing a very unwelcoming aura.
The first was called The Tower also known as the Tower of Sauron. The more evil the Tower became, the larger its size. Unfortunately for him, he was a prisoner of armor that did not grow, causing him to suffer martyrdom. His appearance was repulsive, even making those who approached him feel disgusted with himself. Even the other Black Captains were disgusted to see him. He loved to torment the spirits of his victims before they were finished. Formerly a Numenorian, he remembers building a tower or being captive to it for many years before his mind darkened.
Next was The Hammer of Sauron.
The Hammer was once a soldier of Gondor during the War of the Last Alliance, who experienced disillusionment and fascination with Sauron's power after finding the Dark Lord's mace which was left behind after he slew Isildur. After that, the Hammer realized that helping soldiers in the war all his life hadn't satisfied him. Sauron saw his potential and recruited him. Some time after this discovery, he joins a triumvirate consisting of himself, the Tower and the last black captain who will be mentioned later. They became known as the Black Captains. The Hammer was once a benevolent individual, acting as a stretcher and reaching out to the wounded. However, the discovery of Sauron's mace turned him into a warrior plagued by doubt and sadness, as well as a cruel commander.
He was a loyal admirer of the Dark Lord, showing rage at destruction should any monument of his master be destroyed, describing it as a desecration. He had no tolerance for defeat, executing useless or failed soldiers.
The last and most fearsome of them was The Black Hand of Sauron, he was the leader of the Dark Captains and one of the highest ranking behind the Mouth and the Nazgul. No one knows where he came from or who he was before joining Sauron. All that was known was that he had quickly risen through the ranks and had many times acted under direct orders from the Dark Lord. He carried out his master's will with fervor and determination, never having failed in his task. Adept at spells and curses, it was best never to be taken prisoner as a fate worse than death might await those who become its captives.
The three stood motionless behind the Mouth who watched with a smile the forest beyond the burning cloud. The Tower turned his gaze to the sound of fighting he heard at the edge of the still unburned forest. Tall trees standing on two wooden legs sent his master's troops waltzing.
"The Ents have finally made up their minds." he said jadedly, as if it were an insignificant detail barely worth his attention.
The Mouth and The Tower also turned their gaze towards the confrontation while The Black Hand remained motionless "Nothing that will stop us" Said The Mouth.
The Ents could go wild as much as they wanted but nothing would stop his mission.
"My lords" Behind them a man in gray armor dismounted from his horse and bowed to the warlords "We have given orders to the great Dracs-Fire, they will be here soon. »
The Mouth gave one of his famous bloody smiles, "Good, the Ents won't last under their fire." He turned to the Tower "Order the troops to withdraw into the cloud, once the passage is clear we will march on the Halls of Aulë"
The Tower complied and left to gather the troops. It would be unfortunate if the troops ended up burning under the breath of Scatha the Worm and Smaug the Golden. The last Fire-Dracs of Arda, or more commonly known as Great Dragons.
During the First Age of the Sun, Morgoth the Black Foe hid in the pits of Angband and crafted his evil masterpieces there using fire and sorcery. The black jewels of Morgoth's madness were the great worms which were called Dragons.
He designed large serpents that crawled, others that walked on their feet, and still others that flew, with wings similar to those of bats. There were two types of each species: the frostdracs who fought with their fangs and claws, and the miraculous Uruloki Firedracs, which destroyed by spitting flames. All Dragons embodied the supreme evil for Men, Elves and Dwarves and caused great damage to these races.
Dragons were powerful weapons that worked for Morgoth. The size and power of the reptiles were immense, they were protected by impenetrable scales of iron. Their fangs and claws were like javelins and swords, and their tails could crush the ramparts of any army. The Winged Dragons wreaked havoc on the lands they flew over by unleashing real hurricanes, and the Firedracs spewed scarlet green flames that licked the ground and destroyed everything in their path.
In addition to their power of destruction, the Dragons had other more subtle powers. Their eyesight was sharper than a hawk's and nothing could escape them. Their hearing could detect the slightest breath and their sense of smell allowed them to spot any creature by the smell of its flesh.
Their intelligence was known, as well as their passion for puzzles. The Dragons were ancient snakes, therefore creatures with immense knowledge, but they did not have extreme wisdom, because they were vain, greedy, deceitful and angry.
Having been created by fire and sorcery, they shunned water and preferred darkness to daylight. Their blood was black and was a deadly poison. The fumes from their breath were exhalations of burning sulfur. Their bodies permanently shone with a harsh luster reminiscent of diamonds. Their laughter was deeper than a well and made the mountains tremble. The eyes of the Dragons emitted rays of ruby light or, when angry, red flashes. Their cruel voice was a raspy whisper and, combined with the intensity of their reptilian gaze, allowed them to hex unwary foes into submission to their overwhelming will.
After the death of the greatest of the Dragons, Ancalagon the Black, during the War of Wrath, the Dragons either died or fled to the East and hid in the mountains. And although many Cold-Dracs were able to survive, the Fire-Dracs were almost all wiped out. Only Scatha and Smaug were able to survive the Valar and the Second Sun Age.
And now Morgoth's creations were heading for their new target, fire and death with them.
Radagast couldn't understand how a men army of this magnitude could get so far into Aman. Although he had retired from the affairs of the Valar, he knew that Sauron had enslaved Middle-earth and all its inhabitants, including men.
"Could it be that Sauron is building such an army? » He wondered to himself. From what little he had seen, that army numbered at least in the thousands, and he wondered with awe how many of them might be in that titanic cloud.
He heard the sound of a horn and Radagast watched in confusion as the army of men began to retreat, retreating into the shadows. The Ents marched after them but dared not penetrate the dark cloud.
Not liking what to prepare for, Radagast had to make a decision. Either he turned and went to warn the Valar, or he remained to fight alongside the Ents he doubted could defeat such a large army alone. Finally he decided to leave, even if he stayed, without reinforcements he could never defeat them all. He ran to his sleigh pulled by his wood rabbits and set off west towards the Halls of Aulë where he hoped to find the master smith.
He walked a few miles and eventually came back to the same hill where he had seen the fire. He glanced back at the battlefield and was about to leave when he heard a thud that shook the ground. He got down from the sled and stood still watching, no sound was heard in the wild, he saw the mice and all the remaining animals running away at high speed.
Another earthquake was felt. At that moment, Aiwendil hoped with all his being that it wasn't what he thought it was. That the enemy had not foreseen such an act of destruction.
He felt the wind whipping him violently as if a hurricane was hiding in the cloud. The edges of the cloud suddenly became distorted before a great Dragon tore them apart and began to breathe its fire on the forest. Radagast remained shocked at this display of hell and it did not improve when a second Dragon emerged from the cloud and began its own work of destruction. The Ents could not react before being reduced to ashes by the great Fire-Dracs.
One spat lava-colored flames and the other scarlet-green flames.
Radagast could only move when he noticed their comings and goings heading towards him. He left in a hurry, tears in his eyes, hoping that something would survive this desolation.
Manwë paced the gardens of Valimar under the bright stars. He was deep in thought. They had heard no more from Oromë since the cloud had engulfed Tirion. Aulë had gone back to his forges to protect them from the cloud. His morale was not high. He thought back to Oromë's words that Sauron should have been taken care of millennia ago and that because of this fault, the Maia had become more dangerous than his master. He sat down on a bench and thought about past events. The defeat of Melkor. The Fall of Numenor and the Rings of Power. Manwë found it funny, the greatest armies of Orcs, Balrogs and Dragons could not conquer Middle-earth but poor trinkets did it in ten times less time. Of course this plan does didn't quite work otherwise the War of the Last Alliance wouldn't have happened. Namo was overwhelmed by the fëa of the dead elves in Middle-earth, so many dead. He believed that Sauron would be content with this victory and rule over his sad empire leaving Valinor alone.
It was mentioned several times to send their best Maiar to stop Sauron but the idea was rejected when the black cloud hid their sight on the continent. Several Valar were too afraid that Sauron would set a trap for them and that they would never be seen again. Eönwë has several times asked to go there.
His thoughts drifted back to his precious Maia. He had once told the Valar of an encounter with a servant of Melkor who sought forgiveness but was not yet ready to return to the Undying Lands. No one knew who he was or what Vala he once served. And later, Ëonwë suspected that person to have been Sauron in disguise. For almost all the Maiar corrupted by Melkor had returned to seek the forgiveness of the Valar.
Except Sauron.
Manwë wondered what reasons could animate the new Dark Lord. Revenge ? Desire for domination? Madness? He had asked Eönwë's opinion on the matter and his herald simply replied.
" We never knew why Mairon had joined Morgoth, so this question can only be answered by him."
Too many things remained unanswered about the sergeant of Melkor.
Aulë never spoke about his feelings towards the treachery of his Maia, moreover in several ages, he did not say a single word about him. Even when the Valars assembled at the Mahanaxar to discuss such matters, he remained silent if not spoken to.
And his outburst the other day when he left Valimar was the first time Manwë had heard him talk about it with such emotion. Manwë had clearly seen that all that happened weighed on him more than the others. Sauron was once his Maia and the Vala remembered how his colleague spoke highly of Mairon.
" You make a terrible face when you ruminate " A soft voice brought him out of his dark thoughts, he looked up to see Varda come and sit next to him looking at the stars in the sky.
Manwë managed to smile at his wife and also looked at the starry sky.
His wife started talking again. "What are you thinking?"
The Vala sighed before asking.
" Am I a good king? Answer me honestly. »
Varda took a few seconds to think. " A great king is someone who can rule his country with strength and determination. He never flinches and knows what is best for his kingdom. He is also willing to make any sacrifices to accomplish his goals.»
" So that means no. I am not able to sacrifice everything to succeed and I have failed many times in my decisions. »
" Yes, you're not a great king, you... " she looked him in the eye," youManwë, you'reagoodking. You love your people with all their qualities and all their faults and they love you in the same way. Should we have stopped Sauron when we could? Surely. But we didn't because it would cost too many lives.»
" Because of this kindness to spare our people as you say, I sent Eönwë to death.»
" You couldn't have known that Sauron had grown so strong. None of us could. Besides...I think Eönwë knew that Sauron would be stronger than him "
Manwë looked at her confusedly " What do you mean?»
" Why has Eönwë asked to face him alone? It doesn't really look like him. Moreover no elves or Maiar were present during the confrontation, he had sent them back to Tirion before the battle. He didn't want anyone to attend the meeting, not even us. I think Eönwë and Mairon were more than just friends once. I had noticed that Eönwë was as silent as Aulë when we talked about Mairon. When the War of Wrath Eönwë arranged to confront Sauron himself, he said he defeated him but could not capture him. Not kill him like the rest of Melkor's army, he wanted to bring him back to Valinor. And if this Maia he met shortly after the battle was indeed Sauron, is it also a coincidence that he specifically sought Eönwë to repent and not another?»
Manwë took the time to assimilate all this information, it is true that Sauron and Eönwë had many confrontations, too many to be due to chance.
"Do you think he wanted to convince Sauron to stop everything at the Silver Gates?"
" Maybe. It will be worth asking him when we recover his fëa. »She stood up and stretched.
" I'm not following you, his fëa is stuck in the cloud" He got up too.
" For now. » She said " I intend to send one of my Maiar to search for his body in the cloud with some of my power as protection. After which, he will be taken directly to the Halls of Mandos to regain his strength. I think Eönwë knows why Mairon is doing all this. And knowing your enemy is essential if you want to defeat him.»
Manwë laughs a little, his shoulders relaxing
" What have I done to deserve such a good wife as you?"
Varda smiled and was about to answer before being interrupted by a gray-robed Maia running towards them with a wooden staff in his hand looking alarmed.
" Master Manwë, Lady Varda! »He bowed quickly before straightening up.
"What's going on Olorin? »Manwë questioned his Maia who was not so easily tormented like this.
" The Elven Lady Enelaya has arrived at the palace gates imploring your help "
Varda intervened looking worried as well. " Celebrimbor's wife ?"
Olorin nodded " That one, Madam, she says that an evil has taken hold of her husband."
Manwë took the lead without delay, signaling to his wife and his Maia to follow him "Where is he?»
" In one of the infirmaries my lord, follow me "
Arrived at the infirmary, all the healers moved aside to make room for the King of Arda. Celebrimbor was lying on the bed, staring blankly and muttering imperceptible words in their ears.
Enelaya and her daughter Sanitrae stood by her side holding his hands.
"My lord" Enelaya knelt down when he stood next to her.
" How long has he been like this? »he asked, placing a hand on the elf lord's forehead.
"He's been like this for at least three hours my lord, he woke up screaming in pain and was in agony for several minutes, then he froze and started mumbling like this, I I tried to overcome the evil that gnawed at him but none of my treatments could improve his condition. »
Manwë looked him up and down before speaking. " He has the signs of mental domination "
Enelaya's face changed from worry to horror.
"He...he's been having nightmares lately" Manwë looked at her
" What kind of nightmares?"
"He didn't want to talk to me about it. He said it was nothing serious, but I think it had to do with Sauron. He was already doing a lot after getting out of Mandos. »
Manwë looked at his wife and she understood his intention. Without a word she went to find the other Valar.
" Take him to the incantation room"
Olorin complied without delay, he too understood the implications of all this.
All the Valar remaining in Valimar accompanied by a few Maiar were already present when Celebrimbor was placed. There were Manwë, Varda, Nessa, Tulkas, Irmo, Vana, Ulmo, Vairë, Nienna, Estë and Olorin. Namo appeared soon after from the Halls of Mandos where his work required his presence. Oromë being in Tirion and Aulë and Yavanna gone to the Halls of Aulë, they could begin.
Manwë spoke first. " Be careful, we don't know what kind of trickery Sauron could have put into his head"
Irmo spoke " How could he dominate him without us feeling it? That kind of power doesn't go unnoticed."
Tulkas replied, " This Maia has become a master at surprising us.»
Nienna noticed how Celebrimbor moved her lips and asked "What is he saying?"
Olorin approached and watched the movement of his lips " I can read his lips but I do not understand these words"
Manwë looked at him and motioned for him to continue.
« He say … Shre.. Shre nazg golugranu ki.. kil lmi-nudu.
Ombi..kuzddurbagu gundum-ishi bagu... »
Namo spoke unconsciously at the same time as Olorin, his normally emotionless gaze now showing concern, which was very rare for him.
" Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu"
" Nine for mortal men doomed to die " All eyes turned to him as he resumed a blank face
"These are the magical incantations used in the creation of the One Ring. I've heard it enough from the mouths of traumatized elves repeating it over and over. In common parlance these words mean: Three Rings for the elf-kings under the sky, Seven for the dwarven lords in their halls of stone, Nine for mortal men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne, in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all, And in the darkness bind them. To the land of Mordor where the shadows lie" Silence fell over the room
"Well now there is no doubt as to who did this to him. » Tulkas spoke.
Suddenly Celebrimbor reared up and we heard him clearly quoting the lines of the poem. Olorin immediately backed away from him.
"Ash Burz-Durbagu burzum-ishi
Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu" Celebrimbor's voice grew darker and deeper as he spoke until it became an unrecognizable voice clearly not belonging to the elf lord.
«Ash nazg durbatulûk
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash nazg thrakatulûk
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul »
With those last words, he stopped moving and then slowly rose to his feet.
Celebrimbor raised his head and looked at the Valar around him.
" Tirion will soon fall ..." Everyone tensed at these words .
" Their defense is already almost destroyed, they die by the hundreds inside ... Soon will follow Valimar... and all the regions of Valinor. If you care so much about your people and their survival, I recommend surrender. Otherwise..."
"You..." Tulkas was about to ram the elf's skull into the ground when Ulmo held him back.
" It's not Sauron Tulkas! It's just a projection of his mind, if you do that you kill Celebrimbor! »
Celebrimbor's body hadn't moved an inch in the face of the impending onslaught. He showed no emotions.
" Do you really expect us to surrender to you Sauron ?" Varda spoke.
Sauron snorted " Of course not, I'd be frankly disappointed if it were that easy "
" So what do you want? »Vana asked
" What do I want? From you ? Not much, in truth I have already retrieved all the information I needed . I'm here more on a whim than anything, haven't had a chance to speak to a Vala in...about six thousand years or so. »
" And what did you want from Celebrimbor?" Manwë approached him without fear, placing himself a meter away from him. All were ready to intervene at the slightest movement.
Sauron turned to the great Vala and the fiery eyes stared at the sapphire ones without flinching.
" I had several reasons to dominate him like this. One of his reasons was simply revenge for his betrayal long ago, my plan was in motion but he decided to forge the three elven rings without telling me, which ultimately led to the War of the Last Alliance. So much destruction could have been avoided if he had simply followed my advice. »
" From what I saw, you didn't bother to cause this famous destruction" Vairë said angrily "You claim that these deaths could have been avoided but you know very well that the elves would never have prostrate before you"
Sauron tilted his head towards her and sighed. "My poor Vairë, Eru has given you the greatest of visions yet you see nothing. None of you see it. »
"See what Sauron? All we see are the facts. » Irmo took over the discussion. "You served Morgoth for thousands of years, aiding him in his murderous madness. Then you corrupted the Numenoreans and sent them to their deaths. It is not without reason that you have been given the name of Sauron. You are cruel, vicious and without morals. »
Sauron did not answer right away, trying to formulate his answer in the best possible way before saying " You have to know how to make sacrifices"
" Even if it means destroying everythings ? " Olorin who had remained silent since the start of the event suddenly asked his counterpart Maia.
Sauron turned to him and stepped forward, Olorin not moving when Sauron stood a few inches away from him. His eyes seemed to glow even brighter as he repeated his sentence more forcefully.
" You have to know how to make sacrifices"
These words brought Manwë back to his discussion with Varda about great kings willing to make any necessary sacrifices.
The two stared at each other for a few moments before Sauron turned away and came back to face Manwë " I don't expect you to understand, those who are only kind cannot understand the reasons that drive me."
"You and Melkor have brought nothing but discord into great music, you have brought evil into the world, you are driven by chaos . But you will never succeed, Eru knows the future. If you had been a threat to the balance of the world, he would have already stopped you. »
Sauron looked at Varda who had just spoken. He was about to answer her but stopped abruptly as if he had just realized something. There was an expression of doubt on Celebrimbor's face and he spoke softly, almost inaudible to the mortal ear but all in the hall heard him perfectly. « No theme can be played which does not have its ultimate source in me, nor can it alter the music despite me. Because whoever tries this will only be my instrument to imagine more wonderful things, which he himself has not imagined. »
They all recognized the words of their creator at the Ainulindalë. But no one could think of the reason why these words were quoted before a sneer was heard coming from Sauron.
" What's so funny?" Tulkas was losing patience playing with him.
Sauron stopped laughing but a smile remained on his features
" Oh nothing, I just thought of a question I never found the answer to, but now I think I get it."
" And what is this question you were asking yourself? »Olorin asked cautiously.
Sauron looked at the stars through the glass ceiling still smiling.
" Why didn't Ilúvatar ever stop Morgoth if he was so against the Great Music?»
And on that last question a dark aura began to surround Celebrimbor's body.
" Stand back! »shouted Namo usually stoic.
Sauron looked down and met Manwë's face, his eyes shining with phenomenal intensity. " This war is only the beginning. For a new future, it is necessary to know how to make a clean sweep of the past. And you Valar are a thing of the past. If you continue to resist, only bones and ashes will remain. And Eru won't help you this time, you're on your own. »More and more black smoke surrounded Celebrimbor's body and a green glow emanated from him .
Estë understood what was going on with Celebrimbor's body and in an attempt to stop him enveloped him in a bubble of light which went to press against his skin like a mold.
"He wants to blow it up!"
Sauron didn't look the least bit disturbed as he continued his speech.
"The age of the Ainur is over. The Age of the One has arrived. »
Smoke engulfed Celebrimbor and exploded towards the Valar, Estë's ward trying somehow to stop it
" I need help! I can't contain it alone! »
Having grasped the message, everyone raised their hands and pushed the bubble inwards causing the explosion to shrink. Eventually the smoke began to clear and after a few moments only Celebrimbor's body remained on the ground.
A dark echo sounded fainter and fainter
" Soon… Valar….soon… "
Estë ran to Celebrimbor and put her hand on her forehead closing her eyes, a sigh of relief came out when she opened them again and looked at her siblings.
" He is alive, barely but alive."
Everyone relaxed a little at this news but the previous tension remained present.
Tulkas clenched his fists in anger.
" That coward, what I would give to be able to put him in his place. He allows himself to come and laugh at us as if we were only insignificant obstacles to his campaign of domination. »
"No, the purpose of all this was not to make fun of us" Manwë spoke "He just wanted to know how many of us had left Valimar, now he knows that Aulë and Yavanna are gone. "
Olorin suddenly held his head as a migraine took hold of him.
Manwë noticed his distress
" Olorin what's going on?»
" I..I receive a message from Aiwendil my lord, he..he is terrified and full of sorrow. "
" Isn't Aiwendil the Maia of Yavanna who retired to the Woods of Oromë? »Nessa asked.
Olorin nodded "Yes, his.. his message is not clear"
" What does he say?»
"He says.. desolation.. intrusion.. death.. " Olorin looked at Manwë, the concern written on his face "Dracs-Fire"
Manwë recorded the message and did not take long to reconstruct its meaning.
" Aulë was right… I shouldn't have underestimated him. »He shook his head, growling " He brought Dragons to Valinor!"
For the Valar, needless to say, if Dragons could be taken to Immortal Lands, so could their entire army.
" So what do we do? »Asked Ulmo deciding to skip the useless explanations.
After a few moments of reflection, Manwë looked at Varda and she understood what he was thinking. It was a great king who had to manage Sauron and not a good one.
Manwë turned towards the doors and shouted as he left.
" We are going to wipe the slate clean! We will take down Sauron once and for all and take back Middle-earth in stride!»
Tulkas seemed enthusiastic about the idea and followed Manwë " I thought you would never say it!"
The others looked at each other and nodded in agreement before leaving to get their Maiar. Leaving Estë to deal with the now unharmed Celebrimbor.
Sauron regained consciousness still in front of Tirion. He now knew that Aulë and Yavanna had gone back to his secondary target together. He also knew where the Valar had hidden Nenya.
The easy part had just ended. Now that the offensive had begun in the South, the Valar would learn of it and retaliate accordingly. In other words, the real war was starting now. He looked at Tirion who was trying to maintain the barrier.
" I had fun, but now it's time to get serious. " He drew Eönwë's blade, as shiny as silver, a side effect of the Mithril the sword was made of. He focused and the blade began to heat red, energy building through it through the Maia. He looked at the barrier one last time. " Thus fell Tirion of the white towers and the silver stairways "
He aimed the point of the sword at the city and an agonizing hiss was heard around the Maia, the wind ripping through everything nearby. The hissing stopped abruptly and red flashes came out of the sword which went to fall on the magic barrier. The barrier quivered under the constant onslaught of lightning and didn't take long to explode, the Maiar guardians within all falling from exhaustion. The previously slow and unresponsive cloud fell like a waterfall engulfing the entire city in no time. Sauron halted the onslaught and holstered the magic sword. He started walking towards the gates ready to join the battle.
He had an appointment with a Vala and it will be his biggest challenge so far.
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- Yes there are elements of Shadow of Mordor/War. If you don't like it, don't read.