Alone beside the fire, again, it seems familiar somehow...
Across from the wizard the two hobbits slept, neither aware of the inner turmoil that threatened the one they had always trusted to save the day. Gandalf sighed. "...Is there no other way? Our adventures were over it seemed." A low growl, burning eyes flashed in mirth. "I weep for you wizard, truly, for how terrible it must be to be wanted, to have adventures... while mine were over before they had even begun." The dragon eased back and groaned low in its craw, shifting to become more comfortable in the small space. Gandalf only smiled softly, his eyes watching the flames dance in the dragons eyes. "Fear not old friend; you'll have your adventures, It appears the Valar has seen to that."
A disruption... a twist in the strings of fate... repair it... cast them either into darkness... or pull them to light... they can no longer be both... the time is now...
The time to choose...
Ivory wings spread, to carry them back across the sea... back to a land they knew all to well. Still the hobbits slept, unaware of the muscle and flesh moving bellow them. And the wizard at the dragons crest stood silent. To middle earth we go, and from there only the Valar can guide us...
Morgoth closed his eyes, traced the currents that flowed threw the darkness, and his grimace turned into a strained grin, "So It Is Begun." laughter lacking any emotion cracked threw the blackness, shattering into razors as it dispersed amongst the shadows...