Author: Scheherazade
Title: Beyond the Metamorphosis
Summary: In the First Age of the Stars, Melkor (an evil greater even than Sauron) captured a group of newly born elves. One of them was ready to fight for his life—and for the love he'd left behind.
Disclaimer: Much as I would like love to claim this idea for my own, it was born of the genius of Tolkien. Only the plot bunny (nice bunny…*feeds carrot*) and the specific elf characters are mine with which to play evil games.
Now, without further ado… Beyond the Metamorphosis (dun dun dun)
Perhaps once, in the very beginning, the world had been untouched by evil, unsullied by entropy, and light and shadow had coexisted in harmony…but that had been before Melkor.
It was obvious from the first that the new world, Arda, would be beautiful. The creators had seen to that, forming the dank earth of their love, fertilized by their sweat and tears. They gave willingly of their blood to the rivers, and their joy to the night and day. Arda was perfect, and lovely, and the creators were proud.
But that was all before Melkor.
Just how the world was marred has been lost in the depths of history, past myth and into the wispy dreams of those who lie awake at night and listen to time pass. Perhaps Melkor only played the role of Pandora, accidentally unleashing death, disease, and anger. However it happened, Arda was permanently marred, and Melkor was banished, expelled, punished—sent away to nurse his private anger and humiliation.
Thus the years passed. While the creators continued their work on the perpetual labor of love that was Arda, Melkor waited, waited for a chance for revenge. It came many years later, and Melkor was again defeated and chained. His dark home, Utumno, fell into disrepair. Hate twisted Melkor's heart and corrupted his visage until beauty hurt his eyes like daggers of ice piercing his demented soul.
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The ages came and went like a gentle tide, and the creators at last began to populate their world with creatures. The balrogs appeared as well as the great spiders. The dwarves were conceived and laid aside, slumbering until their turn to be awakened and see for the first time the world the creators had lovingly sculpted for them. The stars were rekindled in the bright heavens, signaling the beginning of the First Age of the Stars. Under the vibrant light of the new stars, the creators awoke the Elves.
A proud tall people the Elves were, whose countenances shone nearly as bright as the stars under which they were born. They understood the darkness, and befriended it; after all, the stars are nothing without the black backdrop of the night against which to shine. The Elves were born with music in their souls, and because the creators loved them so, they were given eternal life.
Melkor had never hated anything so much in all of his long tortured years. His abhorrence grew as the Ents and the Dwarves were awoken too, and breathed the air of Arda. He swore deep in him that he would have his real revenge, pervert and twist the nascent life the creators so blessed.
And that is where our story begins.
A/N: Questions? Comments? This is only the prologue, an explanation of sorts of why everything that happens later will occur. I accept all reviews, even flames, on one condition: if you flame, please provide an explanation so that I may improve. If you're going to compliment this piece of unedited ****, no explanation is necessary. I like having my ego fluffed. Peace out, ladies and gentlemen.