Prologue
When such dark creatures as balrogs and dragons roamed Arda, the Valar decreed that a creature should be made to protect Arda and all the beings living in it from the evil beings. Manwë gave them the speed of the winds, Yavanna and Oromë gave them the ability to talk to all living animals and plants, Tulkas gave them mighty prowess in battle, and Varda and Ulmo, with the help Vairë spun them out of starlight and the foam upon the sea green waves. And thus the Unicorns were born.
The ethereal, immortal creatures, stood as a pure white horse, for horses served the Kindreds, with hooves of burnished copper and sparkling silver horns like lances of pearl. Though the small, lithe creatures held great power, they were not all powerful. Nothing is, nothing shall ever be. A single Unicorn, however courageous or fearless it may be, could not throw down a balrog, let alone a dragon. Yet, an even greater peril, for both the unicorns and the whole of Arda, is that should a unicorn have ever been bridled, they must submit to their captor's will, giving the captor unimaginable power while the Unicorns would slowly fall into Shadow.
Yet it never happened.
The unicorns stayed in Middle Earth up through the War of Wrath. And then they disappeared. No one knows why. Some say that they ran into the nighttime sky and became stars, watching down upon Arda, glittering like diamonds against a celestial velvet. Others say that they went to the sea and still run and play as the white crest upon the rolling waves that lap upon the shores of Arda. While yet others say that they were not truly immortal, just extraordinarily long lived and their lives had come to an end. Whether any of those are true or not, the Unicorns were gone.
Except one.
One unicorn remained in the peaceful woods of Imladris, lost and confused, held captive by the twisted spell of Glaurung, the First of the Dragons.
She stayed in hiding, never seen by any and rarely leaving the havens of Imladris. While the existence of Unicorns became legend, and then legend became myth, until none remembered the time of the Unicorns, she tried to remember her past and her purpose and stayed forever hidden until fate held it upon itself to bring her back.
When such dark creatures as balrogs and dragons roamed Arda, the Valar decreed that a creature should be made to protect Arda and all the beings living in it from the evil beings. Manwë gave them the speed of the winds, Yavanna and Oromë gave them the ability to talk to all living animals and plants, Tulkas gave them mighty prowess in battle, and Varda and Ulmo, with the help Vairë spun them out of starlight and the foam upon the sea green waves. And thus the Unicorns were born.
The ethereal, immortal creatures, stood as a pure white horse, for horses served the Kindreds, with hooves of burnished copper and sparkling silver horns like lances of pearl. Though the small, lithe creatures held great power, they were not all powerful. Nothing is, nothing shall ever be. A single Unicorn, however courageous or fearless it may be, could not throw down a balrog, let alone a dragon. Yet, an even greater peril, for both the unicorns and the whole of Arda, is that should a unicorn have ever been bridled, they must submit to their captor's will, giving the captor unimaginable power while the Unicorns would slowly fall into Shadow.
Yet it never happened.
The unicorns stayed in Middle Earth up through the War of Wrath. And then they disappeared. No one knows why. Some say that they ran into the nighttime sky and became stars, watching down upon Arda, glittering like diamonds against a celestial velvet. Others say that they went to the sea and still run and play as the white crest upon the rolling waves that lap upon the shores of Arda. While yet others say that they were not truly immortal, just extraordinarily long lived and their lives had come to an end. Whether any of those are true or not, the Unicorns were gone.
Except one.
One unicorn remained in the peaceful woods of Imladris, lost and confused, held captive by the twisted spell of Glaurung, the First of the Dragons.
She stayed in hiding, never seen by any and rarely leaving the havens of Imladris. While the existence of Unicorns became legend, and then legend became myth, until none remembered the time of the Unicorns, she tried to remember her past and her purpose and stayed forever hidden until fate held it upon itself to bring her back.