Chapter One: Rise of the Enemy
The sky darkened as the sun set and odd clouds drifted in from the East. A quiver of power swept through the air and deep caverns that dotted the scorched land. Near the inactive volcano, a glint of flame shone through one of the caverns. A dark figure swelled inside the light. Out of the cavern leapt a great beast, it's bat-like wings catching the wind. Racing towards the mountain it left a trail of ash in its wake. It landed gracefully and slowly on the mountain top. It tuned its hideous head to the West and bellowed. The mountain erupted in a burst of smoke and lava, feeding the creature. It was a kin of Balrogs, made of fire and darkness. It roared again, this time as a challenge to those whom would try to defeat it. A hundred leagues away an elf sat bolt upright, coming out of his daze.
Feanar glanced around, breathing heavily. Willows dripped over him and his two companions were motionless, gazing into space. One had his eyes closed. A stream ran by, singing a tune that only the oldest Eldar could understand. The sky was a velvet black and was dotted with stars. The moon had already gone over the horizon, ever in its chase after the sun.
Feanar put his head on his arms, which were perched on his knees. A flash of the dream came back to him, causing him to jump in alarm. The elf to his right shifted and blinked.
"Are you sitting on an ant hill or are you full of energy?" The elf muttered angrily Feanar stared at his friend. The gray eyes of his companion glared back. Feanar shook his head and leaned back onto the tree trunk.
"Nay, just a bad dream." Feanar's eyes followed a leaf caught in the streams flow. A strand of his raven black hair blew into his face. Feanar brushed it out of the way. He looked back at his blond haired friend. "Don't worry about me, Celgalad." Now the deep blue eyes of Feanar flicked over to the third elf. "Sleeps like a log, doesn't he?" Celgalad snorted in laughter.
"That is Elgorn for you, as always. You could have a war around him and he wouldn't twitch." Celgalad blew in the sleeping elf's ear. The reaction he got was a hand in his face.
"For your information, I am awake. You could wake the dead with the noise you make, Celgalad." He lifted his head. The short blond hair fell in a simple elegance that caught many elf-maidns eyes. The eyes of willow green were giving a death glare to Celgalad. "What was your dream about Feanar?" Elgorn asked, his voice still filled with disgust. Feanar shivered.
"Dark was the sky and the land was cracked. A great mountain rose from a plain. From the ground leapt a horrible beast. It looked like the Balrog that Legolas had told us about, yet seemed much larger. It flew to the mountain and roared twice. The second time the mountain erupted. That is when I woke up." Feanar looked at his friends. "The land seems to be that of Mordor." He returned his gaze to the stream. "Legoals should be told of this…"
"Ah … why bother your father about a silly dream." Celgalad said, leaning back on the tree.
"Fool, Legolas should know of anything as extreme as that. "Elgorn said calmly. He placed a calming hand of Feanar's shoulder. Feanar looked at Elgorn, then leapt up.
"I just remembered, we are expected at Rhunargando by dawn." He picked up the deep blue bow that had been at his side. Elgorn and Celgalad each picked up a long knife that had been at their sides for months. Celgalad looked longingly at Feanar's blue bow.
"One of these days I am going to get a bow like Lhunluva. Or steal Lhunluva form you." Elgorn snorted.
"I know that you will never get one."
"I bet I will this time!"
"You say that every time."
"You have luck yourself, Celgalad," Feanar broke up their fighting, "you have that beautiful knife. I want one like yours. I need it, because, if you remember, mine snapped in the last battle with yrch." Feanar turned to the North and started off down the game trail that led past the elves. Over his shoulder he yelled: "Coming?" Elgorn and Celgalad quickly chased after the raven haired elf.