I own nothing from Tolkien's work I have just borrowed his world and some of his characters. I would like tothink that the master will not be displeased by my story… thank you Professor Tolkien
Prologue~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a Valley ringed by snowcapped mountains on three sides and the ocean that bordered the fourth side there lived a people. They were the first-born children, the Elven people. They were for the most part Silven elves, though those of the ruling house were Noldor. But there was also in the ruling family a strain of the Maiar. It was a blissful land far removed from the wars of the rest of middle earth. The ruling family had once been as much a part of the troubles as the rest of their people, but had in time, removed themselves as much as they were able, from the anger and hatred that had beset all the world. The grandparents had come from Valinor, with the rest of the Noldor, during the rebellion and they had brought their children with them. But as each child grew they found themselves desiring peace. So after many years they had found this hidden vale. And one by one had come here. There was laughter and singing and peace. There was there in that place no anger, no strife.
Several ages of the world had past. But now there was a growing presence, it wandered, this presence, this void, always seeking to gain its freedom. After long ages it had returned to this place. For in certain parts of the world there were portals that it could reach out from. Sometimes it reached the living, and there were some places where it could draw others to the serve its darkness. Those it used, corrupted to its darker purpose, so that it might gain a stronger foothold on the lands of light. And those few that it made a part of itself, they would and did bring it victims to feed on. Those, both the corrupted and its victims it would utterly consume, feeding off their lives. The corrupted ones never knew until the end the truth, that there was to be no reward in its service, except to feed its awful hunger. And some of those, they had once been mighty and powerful, but no matter, All were brought down to their knees before its awful blackness. Such had been the mighty Melkor, Once bright and beautiful. But he had traveled too far into the darkness and found in that darkness, the void. The void was amused by Melkor's struggles and he never once realized who truly lay behind all that he thought, all that he had corrupted. Thinking himself to be all mighty and all-powerful, the void laughed in his arrogance… The Void enjoyed its thoughts… Melkor, its thoughts said it would consume in the end, as with all his brethren, those that served the voids eternal enemy, the true bringer and creator of light. There were victims a plenty, but its victims for the most part were weak. It had at first, loved to toy with them, these victims, At least for a time, but the game soon became tiresome. And then it would wander to another opening, always searching for a chance for freedom. And so after long wanderings it had come back to this opening and it lay undetected, high above the peaceful valley, like a gnawing hunger, more than anything truly alive. It was the antithesis of life, and hated that which truly lived, and the light most of all, it hated with a passion that was unparallel in understanding. And it was ever searching for ways to fill itself. It was bound to the dark places of the earth and was ever seeking ways to gain its freedom. But it needed energy.
Over the years it had fed on all that came into its path, but it was never enough. The occasional stray Orc did not strengthen it. The wild animals had barely enough of life force. And still it searched. Here as it lay in wait over time it had begun to sense something new in the air, a power. But it did not know where it came from, just somewhere close, somewhere close to this valley. There were the elves and they had strong power, And the Noldor, the strongest essence of all. But there was another. And in that presence, it felt strength, someone that had something more than the power of the elves. It was as if, in its life force there was more, so much more. And every time it reached out and felt it. It would grow hungry with need. There was a need to devour and satiate its great hunger, the need to make this young strong life force its own. And there was certain knowledge that if it could feed on that one, than freedom would be closer.
It saw them these pathetic creatures. Living in their happy bliss but it would wait for the youngling to grow, for in its growth, then there to it also grew in power.
