She opened her eyes to darkness.

It was an alien landscape that she had never seen before. The darkness was palpable. Even the air was thick and heavy, as though it were a liquid.

Slowly as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realised that she stood on some sort of rocky cliff edge. And so, carefully she moved towards the edge to take a better look. Below in the distance she could make out the faint, glowing red rivulets of what could only be lava as it flowed around more dark rock.

There was something oppressive about the whole place, as though just being there drained one of hope, and slowly realisation dawned on her subconsciously.

"Mordor." The words escaped her lips without her awareness.

"You should know..." A smooth voice interrupted her thoughts from behind.

It made her spin around startled!

A tall man stood a little further behind. He seemed to have appeared out of the smoke that was gathering somewhere behind them, which gave him a ghostly look.

He took a step closer, face dark and scarred but a little blurred.

She imagined he would have been terrifying if she had seen his face clearer. But he was tall, and muscularly built, like a warrior. And his presence was imposing.

"Who... Are you?" She asked half curious, half-terrified. "What am I doing here...?"

He stood there a while, as though scrutinising her before he spoke.

"You, my dear, are home."

"Home?" She suddenly looked down at herself. She was still in her nightgown, the giant billowing one, and thankfully her baby-bump was still there. "This must be a dream..."

"It is. And yet it is also more." He spoke. Something about his voice was familiar. It was unsettling, maybe even a tad frightening. "You do not have much time, so you will need to think. Carefully."

"I... Know... who you are." Her words came out again automatically. It made her annoyed with herself, for being so transparent. Of course she recognised his voice. She had spent long enough at Rivendell trying to block it out! "What do you mean home? And I dead?"

"No. But you do not have much more time left either." He warned her sternly this time. "So do not waste it on idle talk."

"Okay. What do I not have time for? I am dying... I saw the blood. I have heard the predictions from the elves..." Suddenly panic arose in her again. It was like a sickening feeling that made her queasy. "My babies?! Are they okay?"

"They will be." His reply was short. "But you may not fair so well..."

"I won't fair well. I know that. So what?" She spoke with a bravado that didn't reflect what she felt inside by even a longshot. "Isn't dying for one you love one of the greatest sacrifices you can make?"

"Yes the Valar would have you believe that..." He paused again briefly. It wasn't for uncertainty, but appeared rather more for her sake. Like a parent, when they had to slowly break bad news (like the truth about Santa Claus for example!). "But it is not the whole truth..."

She remained silent. She wanted to know the truth. Why she was even in Middle earth in the first place?!
The truth that someone knew but was unwilling to reveal to her.

"Does it matter? In a few hours I will be dead!" She replied back. Her voice was a little weaker for admitting it. It wasn't open despair, but there would inevitably be some regrets for such an abrupt end. Regrets that were overshadowed by her acceptance of it all. Because he was right, she didn't have much time, she was certain now that she was having some sort of placental abruption and any regret would have to be pushed aside so that she could deliver her children safely and without delay with what last strength she had left, so they didn't perish with her. Then at least her sacrifice would not have been entirely in vain. "I'm okay with that."

"Well you shouldn't be." He commanded her. "They enjoy manipulating your life, and yet they continue to live long and prosper."

He paused again briefly.

"Do you not think you are owed the truth?" He reiterated. "For your sacrifice and service? I think it is the least that you deserve."

She stood silently pondering his words. He was right of course. But this was not an ordinary person talking to her. According to the stories, he was capable to great horrors, and corruption of minds.

"How can I trust you?"

"You can not. But I am being honest with you." He didn't need to think before he replied. It came with utter certainty. "And just as you feel you must do all you can to protect your children, I feel that I must do all I can to protect my own child..."

Her heart beat out of her chest and her head swam in the adrenaline that shot through her. What was he implying?!

"You were conceived here. This is your home..." He spoke as if he could read her mind. "Not some other world where you were sent for your own protection, until the time was right. And certainly not to be used as a cheap whore, to cure a dwarvish curse of greed, stubbornness and madness, only to be tossed aside after bearing children..."

His words cut into her. They were harsh and yet there was something truthful about them. It was strange they should come from such an unlikely source.

"You belong at my side. As my heir."

She stumbled back, steps she did not expect to take, for words she hadn't expected to hear.

And then suddenly she fell…

She awoke with a jolt to a pair of old, creased blue eyes watching her with care and caution as he held his knarled hands out over her clammy forehead.

"Gandalf..."

"You worried us all for a moment my dear..." He smiled at her kindly, but this was soon replaced by a frown. "What is it, my lady?"

She felt dizzy as she attempted to sit up only to fall back onto her soft pillows.

"Where is Prince Adrahil?" She asked suddenly worried. "Have you found Thorin?"

"I am here, my lady." Adrahil replied quietly squeezing her other hand from where he sat to the left of her bed now, since Gandalf sat on the right. "My word to you remains. I shall not leave your side until your husband arrives."

"You must conserve your strength, child. Your labours will begin very soon I imagine." Gandalf glanced from her to Adrahil nervously.

"What did you find out about me Gandalf?" She clutched at his hand this time. "I have little time to live, so you have to tell me..."

"You all leave girl alone!" Ghia tutted from behind Gandalf suddenly, it was as though they all knew something that they didn't wish to share.

"Stop it all of you!" She shouted with all her might. "I am bleeding, badly. And I have a fever. I can feel it. I did siz years in med school. I think I remember enough to know this is bad. I will die soon of sepsis and blood loss. And no spell you do is going to help me. The question is how you save our babies... Or is that the plan?"

She blinked at Gandalf surprised, as if he had betrayed her, and then her eyes grew harder.

"So tell me WHAT DO YOU KNOW?"

"What little is left is all but destroyed. I imagine for good reason." Gandalf began worried, and then he sighed. "But you are right. The Valar have not been wise in their plans for you..."

"It matters not what Valar wish, we do best to save girl and babes." Ghia admonished Gandalf again.

"You do not understand, Madam. All these events that took place, were never meant to happen... I suspect it's all true what you told me, that Thorin was never meant to survive. He was never mean to continue his line. And I suspect you were never meant to arrive here, my lady." Gandalf admitted. "But i I also suspect that you have blood of Maiar in your veins. It is unheard of but it is what it is... And your children may bring great glory or great downfall to all our lands."

"Then you have to help them survive. And raise them well..." Shobha clutched at his worn grey sleeve. "Can't you send me back? It's not too late. Good obstetric care now can still help me. The doctors - I mean healers in my land can still help me..."

Suddenly all three of them were focussed silently on Gandalf, awaiting his answer, for none of them wished to see her shrouded body burning on a pyre as she had requested, like the Kings of old.

"Forgive me my lady, but it is not within my capability," Gandalf shook his head, his own pale blue eyes watering a little. "And it is not the will of the Valar..."

She lay down thinking of what to do.

"Girl have water, it help..." Ghia pushed her way past the old wizard and brought a goblet to her lips. Slowly, sip by sip she drained the cup.

...

They had made it to the pass easily.

Theoden was right indeed, his horse was used to this terrain.

"The pass narrows up ahead, and we cannae see around us in the dark -" Dwalin whispered from behind Thorin. "I donnae like it.."

"No torches," Thorin replied back quietly. "We are being followed.."

The horse seemed to understand and nervously paused for a moment giving them the chance to look around before continuing again.

...

"Push girl," Ghia urged, looking at her worried. "Old pilgrim, you not have any more healing spells?"

"I am not sure what more I can do..." Gandalf muttered pacing the length of the bed. Shobha clung on to the sheets tight, perspiration across her forehead as she bore down hard with the next wave of pain.

"I am so tired..." She panted. "I don't feel very well at all..."

Suddenly she began to shiver uncontrollably, and she knew all too well: infection was beginning to set in.

There really was no time left.

"Ghia, if you need to make a cut to get the baby out - don't be afraid..." She puffed again between the pain that felt as though it was splitting her in two. "It can't be any more painful..."

"No girl, I put my hand in though, first baby almost out - but need to hurry, you bleeding..." Ghia glanced across at Gandalf again, hoping he would help her. The other midwives took turns to remove the blood soaked towels and replace them with clean ones, while another stood by waiting for when the first babe would arrive.

"Carry on my Lady," Gandalf commanded Ghia, who did as she was asked. Shobha felt another sting of pain as Ghia slipped her hand around the baby's shoulders and gently pulled. And with another gush of blood, and a loud cry the first babe had arrived.

"Hurry with the towels," Ghia held the baby as the other midwife placed the towel around the infant. "It's boy! He is tall and strong!" Ghia held up the baby again for them all to see before quickly wrapping him up on the bed. "Look! Look old pilgrim! He kick Ghia already!"

She smiled, tears in her eyes, before hurrying towards Shobha.

"Here to your Mama -"

"And Uncle Adrahil!" The Prince of Dol Amroth smiled, mopping Shobha's brow again before holding another goblet to her lips for a sip.

"We have to hurry though," Shobha smiled wiping the tears from her own eyes. "We need to get the other baby out..."

She took a moment to kiss the baby swaddled in a fluffy towel and held him to her chest. He appeared to quieten down at the sound of her heart beat, and cautiously he opened his eyes revealing beautiful emerald green eyes that regarded his mother carefully.

"Hush my beautiful baby boy... Sleep sound, and know I always love you.." she whispered to him, eyes filled with tears as she struggled to stop them from flowing. And carefully she kissed his forehead. Again she began to shiver.

"Let me take him, my lady," Adrahil offered. "You should have another sip..."

But she felt faint once more...and accompanied by a wave of nausea, she lay her head back on the pillows when her vision slowly faded.

...

They had silently picked their way through the narrowest part of the mountain pass as nightfall came.

The days were steadily growing shorter, and the mornings came with a fine layer of frost. It was hard not to expect snow imminently. Of course Thorin had heard speak of the bay of Belfallas bring warmer and free of snowfall.

He could only pray that she was well there among her princely hosts.

They had walked along side Theodens horse here, with loose rock underfoot and trickles of water where the river Ringlo began to surface from some hidden source underground.

There in the darkness they could hear the scurrying above of several creatures, that followed along some higher part of the pass.

"I donnae like this at all Thorin. I say we get on the horse now -"

"And what if the horse gets injured? We will not be able to escape at all." Thorin replied calmly. "No. When we emerge from the pass and the land is better suited we can resume our journey. Until then we must stay alert to any danger."

They could see the opening at the other end of what was not a deep rocky ravine which they crossed.

"Look ahead!" Dwalin urged the horse on tugging at its reins. "We're almost there..."

Then without warning several arrows whistled past them.

Hurrying closer to the rocky wall they moved carefully along. The sharp rock ripped and cut at their clothing, threatening to cut skin whenever possible.

Despite its grace in tackling the terrain, the horse too was unsettled, always on the verge of pulling her master's along.

But they couldn't quite make it through the opening, before several creatures descended with ease landing behind them.

"Goblins!" Dwalin spat tossing several large rocks. One found its aim knocking one of the creatures off as it attempted to make its way down.

Soon they had pulled out their sword and axes as they faced these creatures in the near dark with very little room to move.

"Go! Thorin!" Dwalin yelled. "I can take this lot -"

"No!" Thorin shouted back as he severed the head of another that had moved too close. They continued to volley arrows from afar, fortunately none had good enough aim.

"Shes me sister too! So I'm tellin ya get yer old arse to her. Make sure she's alright!" Dwalin growled. Today, he would not take orders from his battle partner. "I'll catch up to ya..."

With that he pushed Thorin out of the pass and let go of the horse who chased after the Dwarven King blocking his return to help his friend. All he could do at that point was to run in order to escape the fate of being trampled under its hooves.

And as the large rohirrim horse bounded through the narrow opening, it dislodged several large boulders, that fell in to the opening, blocking any route back.

Thorin grunted in frustration, as he attempted in vain to push against the pile of rocks.

He had lost his wife, and now his best friend who had been more like a brother to him.

Sheathing his sword, he attempted to push against the rocks again, when a wet nose nudged against his back.

The beast gently nickered, as if to remind him of the reason his best friend had just made such a sacrifice.

"Aye. I understand." He replied to the creature as it moved closer, almost requesting that he clambered on again. "Lets be on our way then."

...

The darkness of Mordor pervaded every inch of her vision as she carefully sat up from the hard ground on which she lay.

Almost instantly her large white billowing nightgown was gone, with a metallic black dress in place.

It was more like armour, covered in scale which glimmered each time she moved. The sleeves and raised collar merged into her like a second skin. Unlike her nightgown, this was strangely warm, and surprisingly comfortable.

"So have you found the answers you seek? Was Bladorthin as truthful and trustworthy as you once believed him to be?" His voice spoke up again as he carefully approached her. He was tanned, but his hair was pale, and his features, once blurred to her were clearer.

Harsh scars across his face were unable to hide the high cheekbones, strong jawline and strangely inset eyes, that glowed from time to time. He would have once looked extraordinarily handsome although he was more terrifying to look at now. She should have been afraid, but somehow she wasn't.

"You look a great deal like her." He spoke again as he came to stand a few feet away from her. His gaze still very scrutinising. "You were not the first to arrive in Arda as you did through some portal. Your mother spent ten years by my side. She had been captured by one of the nazgul, who believed her to be a witch..."

Shobha looked down at her hands deep in thought.

"How could she have been gone for so long..."

"Those who are lost to our world, are often forgotten by yours. The longer they stay, they more their memories change..." he answered patiently. It was strange, because she had never managed a frank conversation with Gandalf, or any of the elves for that matter. With them everything they considered off limits was kept shrouded in secrecy and mystery. "The man she was wed to had grown frustrated by their pursuit to have a son, after their first-born daughter. She had lost many pregnancies before they had grown. Her heart was broken, and her spirit tired when she arrived here..."

Shobha remained silent as she listened, a heavy sadness for her mother settling in her heart.

She had always imagined they were happy in their marriage, but perhaps she had been wrong. And it made her want to give her mother a hug.

"She was weary of me at first. Although I kept her as a guest and never mistreated her.. But slowly she began to trust me. You were conceived here on these lands, during a blood moon. That night she knew she would be with child... She was always gifted like that." He reached over with a cold hand, picking her chin up with spidery fingers. "I was fated to have a son, but the Valar, in their wisdom chose to outwit me by giving us a girl."

She looked up to find his eyes watching her carefully. It was strange to see such a paternal look on the face of one so terrifying and considered so evil.

"But as you see the Valar have little true intelligence. Their decisions poorly thought out, and mostly conducted by trial and error. Because I was equally overjoyed with a daughter!" He threw his head back and laughed. It was a deep, and frightening sound, like the sort that came right out of a horror movie. "The fools they are. For Women are more protected... And unlike them, I would equally value a daughter as an heir. Power: True power, does not come from a phallus, or stature, or shape. It comes from here, here and here..."

He placed his hand on her head, her heart and then clasped both her hands in his.

"But seeing our happiness was not enough, and so Nienna, as she cried for me, allowed Vaire to weave a terrible fate for you. That you would fall in love with the dwarf king, and should you ever arrive in our lands, and he too survive, that your union would lead to your demise following childbirth and in doing so drive him to madness again. So much for the Mercy of Nienna." He scoffed. "After I discovered this for myself, I knew the final battle that day when I felled Elendil, that I would be brought down. And so I sent your mother back to your world before this, against her wishes, in order to remain hidden, and raise you with her husband as their own..."

"Why would the Valar condemn me to such a fate?" She felt saddened and betrayed. After her dreams of the Valar, and the trust she had placed in the Elves and even Gandalf.

"Because you are the fruit of my loin..." He explained calmly. "This alone is sufficient to make you guilty."

"But I haven't done anything wrong. And I never would."

"And yet here we are. You are about to give birth to rare half dwarven babies and you have no help..."

"Isn't that because I was ambushed by orcs?"

"Those orcs were trying to save you. By bringing you to Mordor." He explained again. "Why does Bladorthin, your wizard friend claim that he cannot help you?"

She stood silently thinking. Her heart was racing. And her head kept returning back to the time sensitive requirement for her to give birth.

"So in order to stop me for becoming evil the Valar fated me to marry and die giving birth?"

"Yes. And as you can see, they fated your children to die also."

Her head spun with his words. Was he just manipulating her? It didn't seem right that she had to die just in case she was going to turn out like her father?

"You have so little time left. None of the Valar are intervening on your behalf, and yet you still have your doubts...?" He tilted his head in surprise. "I know you are far more intelligent and gifted than to believe this is a sacred fate you cannot escape."

"Okay... so why I am back -"

"Because I returned you to your rightful home. It was time. And you were meant to appear in Barad Dur. But I could not find you." He spoke with sadness. "I could not hear your thoughts..."

He sighed.

"I am not as restored as I hoped, my power not as strong as it once was. But I ask that you join me..." He extended his hand to her. An open invitation. "My daughter, take your rightful place, by my side. As my heir. A future Queen of all Arda, and not a consort to some pathetic creature..."

"And my children? And Thorin? What would happen to them?"

"Your husband will be your finest general. And while I cannot account for taste, he appears to make a good lover to you. He certainly satisfies your carnal desires - I see that. He will have dominion over all the northern lands. Your children will never be persecuted for their heritage and will rule under you.."

"Why me?" She finally asked. It felt like a trap. "You have never shared power before..."

"That is not true, I was once Melkors greatest lieutenant." He corrected her. "I could not control the dwarves, but you, my Daughter, well, you seem to have a way with people. Even the dwarves, who do not bend to anyone's will. And as their Queen, your dwarf King would command their armies as you wish..."

He held out his hand again.

"Take my hand. I have the power to give you life."

She stood bewildered having taken in everything he had said.

It was very convincing. And with no one else willing to help her she felt so alone.

"No."

He seemed to visibly recoil at her words!

"No?! No?! Shobha, you do not have much time left..." He warned her again. "Would you deprive your children of their mother?"

"They are YOUR grandchildren too you know!" He shut his eyes, in much the same way that an irate parent would so when a child was testing their patience. It made her smile slightly, and wonder whether he may have been a different person had her mother stayed in middle earth with him, for in her eyes love could heal so much. "If she loved you so much, why would my mother agree to go back?"

"She didn't," his voice had a tinge of regret when he spoke those words. "I sent her back. And before we parted she begged me to make her forget. And so I cast an enchantment -"

"So that she won't even remember how happy she had once been with you?" Shobha too felt sorry for them both realising this.

"I wish I could have, but this was the only way to free her of heart ache," he cast his gaze into the distance. "It was no longer about me. And I had to consider your protection too - and look how things turned out for me? The elves would have not thought twice to imprison you both."

She took a step back from him. None of it made sense. Because in that moment she felt pity for him. Having to give up the chance to raise his own daughter. It was perhaps one of the most selfless acts that any could have performed.

"Don't step back again," he held his hand up. "I am stepping away. Just know that you do not have much more time."

"Do you really have to wage war against everyone?" She sighed.

He had seemed reasonable enough to talk to.

"I am not at war. But I will not bow to any elf or man either." He spoke truthfully. "All I seek is my ring."

"So you can control everyone?"

"So that it may restore me." He corrected, taking a step closer. "But none of it matters for only I am willing and able to stop your death. As you can see none of the Ainur are interested. Rather, they would allow your demise... So take my hand. And live..."

She closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath.

Perhaps it was true. He was not as evil as the stories had made out.

It appeared that most stories were never truly all that 'black or white', but rather a shade of grey somewhere between. However, even if this were true, and she revealed the location of the ring, what would happen to the one who possessed it for now? She couldn't imagine it would be in any way a pleasant outcome.

And she dare not even think their name, or location, in case Sauron could read her thoughts right now!

Slowly, opening her eyes she spoke.

"No."

It appeared to take him a few seconds to register her word.

"No?" He frowned, his already dark, scarred face, growing stormier by the moment. "You would sacrifice your life to keep me from getting the ring?"

She took a few seconds, a little nervously, trying to explain her feelings.

"I don't know whether what you said was entirely true. Yes, my mother may have fallen for you. I guess we both have a thing for bad boys, I don't know - I can't explain it. But even IF it is all true, and I think I DO believe you," she paused again to gather her thoughts above the loud beating of her heart. "I guess, I could never have a choice in how my life ends, because I am not some brave warrior. I could never willingly kill anyone even to save myself."

She paused again before finishing what she had to say.

"So it's up to you if you help me or not. And it will be because it's your choise."

He briefly appeared surprised before his features grew stern again.

"You are being foolish." Then suddenly he clutched at her hand holding onto it tightly. "There is no time left-"

With that the ground under her feet fell away!

It was not a gentle erosion, but something akin to a sudden landslide. She kicked out desperately trying to get a foothold of something. Anything. But it seemed that what was once solid rock had crumbled away as though it were a digestive biscuit exposed to a hot cup of tea! He had saved her from falling entirely, but now he too lay on the edge trying to stop her from falling away entirely.

"Keep your eyes on me, and do not let go." He commanded her sternly, his cold hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. "This is your final chance. Take your rightful place as my heir -"

"I am tired. And I still need to give birth to my other baby..."

"It is much more complicated than that, Shobha," he grasped as her hand again, but she did not seem to be fighting for her life at all, to his dismay. "Trust me you do not truly understand the gravity of this-"

She looked up at him, as he grit his teeth, trying hard to pull her up.

"What is in it for you? Why would you save me?" Her feet scratched at the rock surface, while she reached with her free hand looking for any sort of purchase.

"You are my daughter. And my heir. I will not allow any other to harm you."

But that was all he could say to her as her hand slipped out of his cold grasp and she began to fall through the mist.

And she kept falling...

...

She awoke again with a jolt to Gandalf familiar face, Ghias concerned look and Adrahil.

The crown prince sat beside her bed with one hand holding hers still, as if her life depended on it, while he cradled the bundled baby in his other hand against his chest where the baby slept soundly.

He sported an expression that was half proud-dad and half experienced-nanny.

She wanted to enjoy the few precious moments she might have left with her baby, but didn't feel very well at all.

"Gandalf, I need to know what you found out about the prophersy?"

"My dear, it is not important right now." Gandalf gently stroked her head.

"No Gandalf, I need to know. I really don't have long now..."

"Girl -" Ghia interrupted her.

"Ghia please I will need you to do something in a bit." She turned back to Gandalf. "Please Gandalf. I am going to die."

"Each version is different, my dear. They all say the same thing but that version in Imladris, describes a mortal woman, while the records in Dol Amroth describe one who is half Miar, and Galadriel believed you may have elven blood in your ancestry. It is all unclear. But the old legends all originate from an vision that presented to one of the original Noldor. It is thought the one who had the vision perished in the Ice crossing at Helcaraxe." Gandalf sighed, looking unhappy at having even revealed that much. "There is little of significance to speak of, given how you find yourself -"

"Why were they all different?" She asked, beginning to wonder whether Sauron appeared to be telling the truth in all of this in the end.

"In truth I am not sure.." the old wizard narrowed his eyes and observed her suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"

"I am dying Gandalf - and I don't think I am capable of delivering another baby. So I need to know the truth!" She pleaded. "There is a reason why I came here. And a reason why I am not being sent back!"

Gandalf hesitated, but then felt hopelessly sorry for her. He would have healed her fully if he could.

"The truth is, my dear, the Valar have not been straightforward at all when it comes to you..." He thought again. "Perhaps, if what you said was indeed true about Thorins death, perhaps he was never meant to have an heir. And then even after settling back, he never chose a consort until YOUR arrival..."

He frowned again, deep in thought.

"My healing spells usually work well, but they can't seem to stop your bleeding," his crinckled eyes regarded her face, now deathly pale, and he hovered his hand over her belly again, chanting quietly before warning her. "Forgive me for this, it is going to be painful..."

He was not wrong. A splitting pain tore through her, making her grit her teeth with her final strength.

"Next babe is coming girl!" Ghia shouted, from the bottom of the bed, quickly gesturing to two midwives. "Hold legs, girl very tired now. Come ladies! Hurry!"

It all happened in a flash, as the second infant was coaxed out by Ghia.

"Another boy! Dwarf King will be very proud!" Ghia cried in excitement as she is wrapped the baby with experienced efficiency and gentleness. "Here, take you to your Mama..."

The infant had been quieter, making only a small cry, before looking around with interest, as she cuddled the baby in her arms, with Gandalf helping to prop up her weak body against several pillows.

She gently kissed his head and smiled at him. His gaze was transfixed on his mother, as he listened to her voice.

"Hi my little prince. Welcome to the world," she gently kissed him again. "Be good for us all now..."

"Here my dear, let me take him," Gandalf offered, blinking away a few tears from his watery eyes, as he carefully took the tiny baby in his arms.

"Wait! Something not right! Girl.." Ghia spoke as she examined Shobhas stomach again. "Need to get afterbirth out, but not coming… something not right. Me check again…"

….

Dear all,

sorry for another cliffhanger, but we are nearly there now.

thank you so much for following - its been a really long haul. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, and the story.

I needed that Sauron twist; the Valar cant be wholly good, and Sauron cant be wholly bad, in my humble opinion (do let me know your thoughts) xx

Happy Diwali to all who celebrate xx