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The Doom of Terethond
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by Handom Robbit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: Chapter One up! Please review my work, tell me if it's good/bad/abysmal etc. REASONED criticisms of my Elvish etc. are accepted (corrections gratefully received!) Pure flaming will result in a report bring filed, so please don't just denounce my work as crap. Once again, I don't own Bilbo or any of the other characters except the ones I create. I do, however own all the storyline created by me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: The finding of Farnamal
Bilbo Baggins of Bag End was no ordinary hobbit. Indeed, hobbits are no ordinary folk. Soft as butter they seem, but in the pinch they defend bitterly what they love (the Shire, food, ale and pipe-weed). They are not noted for being adventurous, but Bilbo went out to the Lonely Mountain and returned with a pile of gold (see The Hobbit). This made him more "news from Bree" as the saying goes, not "sure as Shire-talk". But he minded not that people thought he was strange, for he had his fireside, his food (very important to any hobbit, large or small), his gardener Samwise Gamgee, and of course his nephew Frodo Baggins, his heir. One bright July afternoon, Bilbo and Frodo were taking cool draughts of ale from the barrels in the cellar, when all of a sudden the barrels rolled to one side, and one struck the dark panelling on the walls of the cellar, and Frodo noticed that there was a raising in the earth, almost like an arch. Bilbo, of course, only had eyes for his beloved ale. "Bilbo, come and see what I found!" "What is Frodo lad?" "it sort of looks as though there is an arch here, I wonder if it's a tunnel?" "Could be, my boy, could be." "If it is, this is the sort of thing Gandalf would be interested in." "Yes, he said he would come to tea on Wednesday" "We'll ask him about it then, but for now, let's have some more of this ale!"
By Wednesday the hobbits had almost forgotten about the mysterious arch in their cellar, until there was a rapping at the door. It sounded like it came from a staff. "Gandalf, do come in, but next time please refrain from knocking holes in my beautiful green door!" "So sorry Bilbo, but I had need of haste. You mentioned that you found an arch in your cellar?" "Oh my goodness yes, I had forgotten all about it!" "Well lead the way old friend."
Gandalf had his suspicions about this arch in Bilbo's cellar, for he knew all about Farnamal and the Handamá-Méndogoth. For Gandalf had been one of the eight Maiar summoned to Farnamal for the creating of the Shire (and inadvertently Thangorodrim). The guilt, irrational though it was, that he had helped to create the stronghold of Melkor/Morgoth had weighed heavily on him through the long years. He knew that Farnamal was buried under Holby- Tón, but he had never suspected it was buried right under Bag End.
Gandalf joined the two hobbits in the cellar, and just as he had suspected, this was the hidden door to Farnamal, which only one who knew the secret Spell of Passing could open.
"My dear hobbits, how did you find this? It has remained hidden since the time when Telperion and Laurelin the Great Trees were in bloom!" "Goodness! As long as that? It's amazing we didn't discover it before!" "But anyway, this discovery could not have come at a more helpful time. I feel Gondor is to be besieged... But no, I will not tell you the entire story of what lies behind this arch, because that would take all day and all night. But I can open this arch, if I have a few minutes to remember the Spell of Passing." "Well then Gandalf, a few minutes you shall have, and ale and cakes as well, if you are hungry and thirsty." "That I am, my dear Bilbo, for I have journeyed many leagues to be here, for I feel that the finding of this arch will prove to make all the difference in a war that is being fought far beyond the knowledge of all the Shire, excepting perhaps you and Frodo. By the way, how much have you told Frodo of your adventures with Smaug?"
Then Frodo piped up (being only a young hobbit, yet already enjoying the pleasures of Bilbo's cellars) "Please sir, Mr.Gandalf sir, my dear uncle Bilbo has told me all about it, even his finding of the Ring, and Gollum. Brrr! How I hated that part!" "Hmm, that may turn out to be to the good, or possibly not. Now I will attempt the Spell of Passing. It would be wise of you two to stay back, near the door." Then Gandalf spoke strange words in a tongue of which Bilbo could understand a little, and Frodo none at all, Quenya, the language of the High Elves of the Noldor.
Nounde amancarath nofallë meneos Ememsil amdanal!
And lo! The arch crumbled into dust, and a great wind, sweet like the smell of new-mown grass, yet carrying behind it a stench of rottenness, as though something fair but marred by evil waited behind the door, swept through the room, and none who felt it were left unchanged. Then they all knew of the awesome power of this place when it was in it's full glory, and the hobbits had a vision of lightning spearing out of a great glass dome, creating a peaceful land all around it. "This place created the Shire!" gasped Bilbo. "Yes, and if we are to release it's full power, we must cross the threshold before the wind stops." "Quickly then! Come on Frodo, we're going on an adventure!" "Like the one you had, uncle Bilbo?" "Not as long, maybe, but equally exciting!"
Gandalf, followed by the hobbits, strode across the threshold of the arch. Immediately the wind stopped, and replacing it was an uncanny sense of waiting, as if the entire place was straining to release its power like a large hound on a thin but strong leash. "This is Farnamal, rightful home of the Handamá-Méndogoth, the Double-Edged Sword. This place, or rather it's creator, Terethond, created the Shire, yet at the last minute his thought was corrupted, and the magic created the realm of Thangorodrim, then it curled in on itself and destroyed him." "Then why is this place covered in a hill? And why was it sealed up with that Spell of Passing?" "The Valar held a great council, and decided that Farnamal was to powerful for that age of the world, yet they foresaw a time when it would be needed. So they entrusted to me the especial care of the Shire, and especially all who dwelt near Farnamal. But come, let us proceed into Farnamal, and see what has become of it over the ages."
The passage went on for about thirty fathoms, then suddenly it opened out into a great hall, and such was the preserving magic of the Valar, the torches around the walls were still lit.
"What are all those eight slots in a ring, and one in the centre for?" asked Frodo. "Those, little Frodo, are where the nine Nandamanë fit, they are the greatest part of the power of this place. Eight of them are made of diamond, and one of the purest jet. The jet Sword is the most powerful, and in it is the power of invulnerability in battle. With them go the Lemenithë, the nine Rings of Adamant. The power of the Swords alone, is that whoever holds the Jet Sword can command the eight other Swords wherever he wills, if he is strong of mind. The Lemenithë will link in thought all who wear them, and so it is possible for the Handamá-Méndogoth to work, for to create good, all nine must be linked in thought. "The glass sphere in the roof must be uncovered, for it is through that which all the power flows. Bilbo, can you have some stout lads up on the top of the hill tomorrow?" "That is easily done, Gandalf. Hobbit-lads will do anything if you pay them!"
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~- A/n: Sorry about the wait for Chapter One, Chapter Two will hopefully be up soon. Please read and review, comments welcome! ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-
by Handom Robbit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: Chapter One up! Please review my work, tell me if it's good/bad/abysmal etc. REASONED criticisms of my Elvish etc. are accepted (corrections gratefully received!) Pure flaming will result in a report bring filed, so please don't just denounce my work as crap. Once again, I don't own Bilbo or any of the other characters except the ones I create. I do, however own all the storyline created by me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: The finding of Farnamal
Bilbo Baggins of Bag End was no ordinary hobbit. Indeed, hobbits are no ordinary folk. Soft as butter they seem, but in the pinch they defend bitterly what they love (the Shire, food, ale and pipe-weed). They are not noted for being adventurous, but Bilbo went out to the Lonely Mountain and returned with a pile of gold (see The Hobbit). This made him more "news from Bree" as the saying goes, not "sure as Shire-talk". But he minded not that people thought he was strange, for he had his fireside, his food (very important to any hobbit, large or small), his gardener Samwise Gamgee, and of course his nephew Frodo Baggins, his heir. One bright July afternoon, Bilbo and Frodo were taking cool draughts of ale from the barrels in the cellar, when all of a sudden the barrels rolled to one side, and one struck the dark panelling on the walls of the cellar, and Frodo noticed that there was a raising in the earth, almost like an arch. Bilbo, of course, only had eyes for his beloved ale. "Bilbo, come and see what I found!" "What is Frodo lad?" "it sort of looks as though there is an arch here, I wonder if it's a tunnel?" "Could be, my boy, could be." "If it is, this is the sort of thing Gandalf would be interested in." "Yes, he said he would come to tea on Wednesday" "We'll ask him about it then, but for now, let's have some more of this ale!"
By Wednesday the hobbits had almost forgotten about the mysterious arch in their cellar, until there was a rapping at the door. It sounded like it came from a staff. "Gandalf, do come in, but next time please refrain from knocking holes in my beautiful green door!" "So sorry Bilbo, but I had need of haste. You mentioned that you found an arch in your cellar?" "Oh my goodness yes, I had forgotten all about it!" "Well lead the way old friend."
Gandalf had his suspicions about this arch in Bilbo's cellar, for he knew all about Farnamal and the Handamá-Méndogoth. For Gandalf had been one of the eight Maiar summoned to Farnamal for the creating of the Shire (and inadvertently Thangorodrim). The guilt, irrational though it was, that he had helped to create the stronghold of Melkor/Morgoth had weighed heavily on him through the long years. He knew that Farnamal was buried under Holby- Tón, but he had never suspected it was buried right under Bag End.
Gandalf joined the two hobbits in the cellar, and just as he had suspected, this was the hidden door to Farnamal, which only one who knew the secret Spell of Passing could open.
"My dear hobbits, how did you find this? It has remained hidden since the time when Telperion and Laurelin the Great Trees were in bloom!" "Goodness! As long as that? It's amazing we didn't discover it before!" "But anyway, this discovery could not have come at a more helpful time. I feel Gondor is to be besieged... But no, I will not tell you the entire story of what lies behind this arch, because that would take all day and all night. But I can open this arch, if I have a few minutes to remember the Spell of Passing." "Well then Gandalf, a few minutes you shall have, and ale and cakes as well, if you are hungry and thirsty." "That I am, my dear Bilbo, for I have journeyed many leagues to be here, for I feel that the finding of this arch will prove to make all the difference in a war that is being fought far beyond the knowledge of all the Shire, excepting perhaps you and Frodo. By the way, how much have you told Frodo of your adventures with Smaug?"
Then Frodo piped up (being only a young hobbit, yet already enjoying the pleasures of Bilbo's cellars) "Please sir, Mr.Gandalf sir, my dear uncle Bilbo has told me all about it, even his finding of the Ring, and Gollum. Brrr! How I hated that part!" "Hmm, that may turn out to be to the good, or possibly not. Now I will attempt the Spell of Passing. It would be wise of you two to stay back, near the door." Then Gandalf spoke strange words in a tongue of which Bilbo could understand a little, and Frodo none at all, Quenya, the language of the High Elves of the Noldor.
Nounde amancarath nofallë meneos Ememsil amdanal!
And lo! The arch crumbled into dust, and a great wind, sweet like the smell of new-mown grass, yet carrying behind it a stench of rottenness, as though something fair but marred by evil waited behind the door, swept through the room, and none who felt it were left unchanged. Then they all knew of the awesome power of this place when it was in it's full glory, and the hobbits had a vision of lightning spearing out of a great glass dome, creating a peaceful land all around it. "This place created the Shire!" gasped Bilbo. "Yes, and if we are to release it's full power, we must cross the threshold before the wind stops." "Quickly then! Come on Frodo, we're going on an adventure!" "Like the one you had, uncle Bilbo?" "Not as long, maybe, but equally exciting!"
Gandalf, followed by the hobbits, strode across the threshold of the arch. Immediately the wind stopped, and replacing it was an uncanny sense of waiting, as if the entire place was straining to release its power like a large hound on a thin but strong leash. "This is Farnamal, rightful home of the Handamá-Méndogoth, the Double-Edged Sword. This place, or rather it's creator, Terethond, created the Shire, yet at the last minute his thought was corrupted, and the magic created the realm of Thangorodrim, then it curled in on itself and destroyed him." "Then why is this place covered in a hill? And why was it sealed up with that Spell of Passing?" "The Valar held a great council, and decided that Farnamal was to powerful for that age of the world, yet they foresaw a time when it would be needed. So they entrusted to me the especial care of the Shire, and especially all who dwelt near Farnamal. But come, let us proceed into Farnamal, and see what has become of it over the ages."
The passage went on for about thirty fathoms, then suddenly it opened out into a great hall, and such was the preserving magic of the Valar, the torches around the walls were still lit.
"What are all those eight slots in a ring, and one in the centre for?" asked Frodo. "Those, little Frodo, are where the nine Nandamanë fit, they are the greatest part of the power of this place. Eight of them are made of diamond, and one of the purest jet. The jet Sword is the most powerful, and in it is the power of invulnerability in battle. With them go the Lemenithë, the nine Rings of Adamant. The power of the Swords alone, is that whoever holds the Jet Sword can command the eight other Swords wherever he wills, if he is strong of mind. The Lemenithë will link in thought all who wear them, and so it is possible for the Handamá-Méndogoth to work, for to create good, all nine must be linked in thought. "The glass sphere in the roof must be uncovered, for it is through that which all the power flows. Bilbo, can you have some stout lads up on the top of the hill tomorrow?" "That is easily done, Gandalf. Hobbit-lads will do anything if you pay them!"
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