Annamariah A dog lovers eh? Well, I hope this makes you happy.

The Last Temptation of Homer : I have heard and obeyed. Honestly! Every time I try and get the courage to take this story down I get reviews! If you want me keep going I require reviews! And what a lovely thing it is that you sent o much time with my story! (hugs!) Thanks, but no thanks for the very revolting mental image I now have.

Skye : Slash is sick! I have never come across a non slash Fingon or Maedhros romance story. Why? I honestly have to cry, why! Why! Why! And may be slash was Morgoth's greatest plan to ruin middle earth! I'll have to think about that one.

Last Temptation of Homer : I love all the dark ones too. Well, I do like Celegorm but that's only because I am the third eldest child and would be him if I was born into their family. I am thinking of writing a Fingolfin story but am not sure what it will be. Suggestions?

Author's Note : I know it's short but I have to get ready for college in a few weeks. Yuck! But let me know what you think. Don't worry the present day characters will appear in more detail later.

Love

Jaffee

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The Waking Of Morgoth

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"Here Huan! Catch!" Celegorm's voice shouted and a whistle pierced the air as large stick flew through the air.

The hound moved with a grace strange for such a large animal. A sleek coat of gleaming black the animal rose and snapped the stick between his massive jaws as if it were only a twig. He thudded to the ground just in front of the door where Amrod and Curufin were standing.

Amrod jumped a mile high as the dog barked out a huge bellow of triumph. Clapping his hands over his ears he shouted, "Celegorm, do take that thing outside if you're going to play with him! He's too big for the courtyard."

"He'll wind up killing someone!" Curufin joined.

Celegorm whistle between his teeth and the hound returned lovingly to his master., the animal's head almost reached his master chest. Celegorm smiled, a real genuine smile and stroked the soft fur along Huan's head.

"Huan's not too big, he's massive!" Maedhros appeared in the doorway, "And he's eating me out of house and home! I wish you would take him out hunting for his food Celegorm."

The golden haired elf shrugged and answered, "I do, but the game here is too small to really satisfy him." Celegorm hurled the stick again and Huan bounded away like a happy puppy.

Aeroniel came out of the doorway on the other side of the courtyard and saw the huge dog running toward her. She shrieked and dropped the basket she was carrying, spilling shirts around. Huan halted at her cry and slowly approached her. Celegorm and Maedhros started after him, but the dog sniffed at the young woman before giving her face a great sloppy kiss.

"Acrk! Aeroniel shuddered as Celegorm, looping his hand through Huan's collar, pulled him away. Maedhros produced a handkerchief and Aeroniel scrubbed at her face. "That was disgusting!" she said.

Celegorm looked annoyed, and Huan looked wounded. Maedhros, Curufin and Amrod laughed.

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The elf was alone

He yawned and ran a hand through his long black hair. His post was lonely and cold, even for an elf. Perched on his right arm, a hawk, hooded and tame rested. Reaching up he stroked the soft breast feathers of the carrier bird.

But even in this lonely place he watched, his eyes always trained toward the fiery mountains of Angeband.

What he saw caused his heart to leapt into his throat.

The mountain, that all other watches had been still and silent, now pulsated with a dull flame of red and white. It was alive with fire and even from this distance huge shadows of demons reared their deformed heads.

"Ai Elbereth." he breathed. They were coming, they would strike and only he knew it. His heart beating furiously the elf scribbled a message and tied it to the bird's leg. The unhappy bird squawked and shifted, but settled.

The elf pulled the little leather hood from the bird's head and whispered, "Manwe guide you home."

The bird flew high into the air and circled above his master. The bird could not understand the words, but the feeling projected was clear, go. With a wailing cry the bird circled once more and soared away.

Now the elf was truly alone.

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Something was wrong.

Something was definitely wrong. Was it the air? The close company forced upon them because of the winter months? Or was it the sense that something was about to happen.

Whatever it was it had brought a black brooding mood upon all the elves in Himring, especially the Feanorians. They tried to pretend it away, they tried to deny it even to themselves. But as if some cord of pain was slowly being twisted they grew more and more silent and cold.

"My lord Celegorm! A swift rider from Aglon!" a sentry from the walls called down.

The courtyard was filled with soldiers and Feanorians training, keeping up practice in the months of winter. Immediately all the Fëanorian in the yard moved together as if by silent agreement.

Arbellason appeared a moment later with a slender youth wearing the livery of the Pass of Aglon. He opened his pouch and handed a missive to Celegorm.

"What is it?" Maedhros and his brother crowded around their sibling as he read.

"Is it bad news?" Amrod asked.

Celegorm's eyes moved back and forth as he read, and his mouth slowly mouthed the words. Finally he lowered the letter.

"Damn." he said and handed the letter to Maedhros.

Taking the missive Maedhros moved a little away from his brothers. A wind sprang up around them and swirled around the courtyard seeking escape. But the breeze concentrated its force on the red haired elf, lifting the heavy auburn locks and whipping him around his face.

He breathed deeply and dropped the hand that held the letter to his side, and lifted his face to the sky. "Celegorm?" he finally said.

In two strides the blond reached his side a new concern written all over his features.

"Yes?"

"You must return to Aglon immediately. If he moves to strike, your Pass will be first." Maedhros said. The tone of his voice was strange, hollow and lifeless. "Your people must be ready."

"I understand, I will leave right away. You will contact Maglor?"

"Of course." Maedhros didn't face his brother but his hand rested heavily on Celegorm's shoulder, "Be careful brother. I will come as soon as we are ready."

"I understand. The Valar be with you." Celegorm whistled for Huan and they left the courtyard.

Maedhros followed close behind, but his face was a mask, steel and flint. His eyes were black with barely contained hate, and fire of vengeance burned with a weird blue light. He didn't looked at his brothers as he passed by, his mind was else where, and his left hand clutched the ruined stump of his right arm.

Amrod whispered, "Not again! Curufin…?"

"There's nothing I can do." the Smith replied. "He feels it too much. He's like father Amrod, he must burn to be free." And in Curufin's words there was an understanding sympathy that only he and his brothers could understand

A few minutes later the visiting Feanorians rode away from Himring, the huge hound running beside his master. Watching from the wall, Aeroniel shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Morgoth was returning now, woe betide the dark lord.

None burned with feeling as the Elder and none more then a Fëanorian, but when both were combined with the fire of revenge, nothing would stand in the way.

For if Morgoth would bring fire to Arda, Maedhros would meet him with all the powers of hell in his hand.

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