Allo everybody, enjoy the chapter. The songs used in this chapter are as follows: Carry the Blessed Home by Blind Guardian and All I Ask of You and All I Ask of You Reprise from The Phantom of the Opera. :)

Chapter forty-one

Candlelight Fantasia

Tuesday of week five continued on without much incident. The campers relinquished their power back to the staff and decided they rather be campers instead of staff members. Sauron put some clothes on and went to give Manwë's shirt back to him. Manwë politely said that he never really wanted to touch the shirt again.

Tim was still locked in his room. Sauron said he wanted to give Tim a little visit but the Valar forbade it, as they knew it would just end in another dead soul at camp. This then brought up the question on what would happen if an elf or human died at camp where exactly would they go. Namo shrugged saying he didn't know. Sauron offered to find out by killing Tim but this idea was scraped. Sauron also had to hand the One Ring back to Frodo. This was very hard for him. Morgoth laughed the whole time and Gwen had to elbow him in the ribs a few times.

It was then decided that that night there was going to be another bonfire and Kisha asked Gwen if she would sing another song. With a sigh, Gwen agreed and went to go prepare. She also went to prepare a special duet between Morgoth and herself. Kisha also asked a few other staff members to prepare stories, poems or songs for the group. Kisha knew that this bonfire would be an awesome one.

--

The darkness surrounded the camp and all was silent and still except for the beautiful campfire that had roared to life. The campers sat around the fire with the staff and Kisha was walking around the fire finishing up a story on Mr. Molasses and the Murky Muddy Mob of Men. The story was originally created to scare little children but instead it made the staff and campers laugh. When she finished her story she took her bow and everyone clapped. Next Maglor stood up and recounted the story of Nimrodel and Amroth. By the time he had finished, Nimrodel was now in Amroth's lap and the two were lip-locked. Kisha had to smack Amroth and the two separated but still sat close to each other. Next Gwen stood up, this time without a dress, and Maglor, Kisha, Manwë, and Fëanor readied the instruments. They played the opening and Gwen walked around the fire this time instead of prancing and leaping about like last time.

"Pale faced the innocent will drown in blood. Hurt and withdrawn don't dare steal my grief. In this haze of green and gold he's gone. Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist to the very end the very end there I'll face what I fear the most. Blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now I will bury my dead and keep on till the end I wont give up I wont give up I'll turn to the red fields of none there's a grave there's a rose drift away. I can still hear you say soon you all shall be free. No one's left here but me and I will sing out your name you call me insane I know I've opened my heart and my soul to you son so pale turns the innocent and all I feel is pain suddenly I understand he's gone. Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist to the very end there I'll face what I fear the most blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now but it all doesn't matter right now."

Gwen paused for a much needed break as the instruments took over. She continued to slowly walk around the fire.

"Carry the blessed home no one's left here but me and I will sing out your name. Driven insane? No. What I feared the most I have faced and that's truth. The grey faced is not innocent though I will cry in dismay I will follow decay I'll move on is there anyone here who knows how it feels to be wrong? Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist to the very end there I'll face what I fear the most blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now. But it all doesn't matter right now. Matter right now. Matter right now…"

Gwen finished and the instruments took over for a final piece and drifted off. Gwen took a bow as the campers clapped for her. When she sat down Morgoth put his arm around her shoulder and drew her in. He planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Very lovely."

"Thanks," she beamed.

Next the hobbits stood up and sang many drinking songs with the campers and got them involved with the singing. Kisha, Gwen, and a bunch of other staff members got up and passed around cups of water so they would have something to hold. The hobbit drinking songs went over well and it was then Kisha and Gwen who stood up and challenged the drinking song.

"Up here we got other drinking songs! Come on Kisha; let's show 'em how we drink up here!"

Kisha nodded and the two began a rendition of "The night that Patty Murphy died". Some of the campers knew the drinking song and so they joined in. When they had finished, the Hobbits then sang another drinking song in response. Gwen smiled and the two began singing "Johnny Tarr" by Gaelic Storm. The 'battle of the drinking songs' lasted for about seven or eight songs until Kisha realised it had gone on long enough. Next Fingon and Legolas stood up and read some beautiful elvish poetry to the group. The girls swooned and the boys rather liked the sound of the words. Kisha checked her watch and saw that it was nearing eleven thirty at night and they still had a bunch of things left to do. She then pointed at Gwen and Morgoth. Gwen sighed, knowing she was going to have to sing again, and stood up. Morgoth joined her and the instrument people pulled out the instruments and readied them. With the opening cord of the music, more then half of the campers knew exactly what they were going to sing. Morgoth began first. He looked deep into Gwen's eyes.

"No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here: nothing can harm you. My words will warm and clam you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you…"

Gwen then continued.

"Say you'll love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you, now and always promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you."

Gwen finished and Morgoth began again.

"Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you…"

The two began walking around the fire and Gwen sang again.

"All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me…"

"Then say you'll share with me, one love one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too…Gwen, that's all I ask of you."

Gwen almost slipped when he said her name instead of Christine's. That's not how they rehearsed it earlier in the day. But she continued on none the less.

"Say you'll share with me, one love one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you…"

They both joined in.

"Share each day with me, each night each morning…"

Then it went back to Gwen.

"Say you love me…"

"You no I do…"

The both then finished it off.

"Love me that's all I ask of you. Anywhere you go let me go too. Love me that's all I ask of you…"

They finished the song and Morgoth pulled Gwen in for a big deep kiss. While the campers clapped everyone heard a soft, pitied, voice begin singing from the corner.

"I gave you my music. Made your song take wing, and now how you've repaid me. Denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing…Christine…"

Gwen and Morgoth looked at each other puzzled but continued the song anyway.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me each night each morning…"

They trailed off and from the shadows a figure, dressed in the phantom costume, jumped up on his seat and finished the song in a powerful voice.

"You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!"

It was then that Gwen realised it was Sauron. She took off one of her shoes and threw it at him. It hit him squarely in the chest.

"Ow! Hey! What was that for?" Sauron asked. "Kisha told me to do it!"

Gwen turned to Kisha.

"Really?"

Kisha nodded.

"Yeah, I thought it would spice things up a bit. It did I see."

Gwen glanced back at Sauron. He looked quiet funny in the Phantom costume. Kisha checked her watch and it read a little after one in the morning. She yawned and sighed knowing that the campers must be getting tired.

"Okay everyone it's bed time. Tomorrow will be the general trivia knowledge game and the football matches. Hopefully the staff will actually win something this time. Night everyone!"

The campers left the bonfire and headed back to the dorms while the staff lingered at the fire. Gwen yawned and rested her head on Morgoth's shoulder as they watched the fire crackle.

"Well that was a good day," Kisha mused.

Sauron looked over and glared at Kisha.

"Good day? Good day? I lost my bloody body for Mordor's sake!"

Kisha shrugged.

"Well you got one back."

"So!" he exclaimed. "That's not the point!"

"Oh come off it Sauron. You're acting like a five year old," Morgoth commented.

Sauron began sulking.

"You just don't understand…"

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Aww, is the poor Dark Lord just misunderstood?"

"Shut up."

Varda stood up and walked towards Sauron.

"Aw, does Mr. Scary Dark Lord need a hug?" she asked.

Sauron's eyes winded.

"No! Keep away from me Varda!" Sauron warned.

Varda continued to walk towards him and she gave him a huge hug.

"Let go of me!" Sauron screeched.

"You never hug me anymore…" Manwë huffed.

Varda rolled her eyes.

"That's because I don't love you," she said.

"What?" Manwë asked bewildered.

Varda stood up and faced Manwë and nodded. Gwen had the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"That's right. I don't love you anymore. Maglor and I…well, we connect better."

Maglor stood up next to Varda and nodded.

"She's right."

Uh-oh…Kisha thought.

Manwë looked at Maglor then back at Varda.

"But…"

"I'm sorry Manwë."

The silence at the bonfire was unnerving. Manwë finally broke it after five minutes when he hunched his shoulders and turned around. Wordlessly he walked back towards Lammoth. Varda sighed and Maglor gave her a hug.

"I don't think we should sleep in the room tonight," Kisha said to Namo.

Namo nodded in response.

"Well we could. But we would have to listen to his cries all night."

Kisha shuddered.

"Yeah, I rather not do that."

Gwen yawned and stood up.

"Well that was uhh…interesting. I'm going to bed. Night everyone," she said.

Morgoth also stood up and followed her back to Lammoth.

"He is your brother. Maybe you should talk to him?" Gwen suggested as they neared Lammoth.

"What would I say to him?" Morgoth asked.

Gwen shrugged and the two entered the building and began walking down the hall.

"I don't know. Maybe just listen to him. I guess you should give him a night's rest and then tomorrow talk to him okay?"

Morgoth sighed.

"Oh all right. But I'm only going to talk to him because he's my brother and because you're asking me to."

Gwen smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks."

Morgoth shrugged and the two walked into their room.

--

Gwen woke up to somebody poking her. She opened her eyes, expecting it to be bright and sunny, but instead it was pitch black. When her eyes adjusted to the dark she realised it was Lalaith who was poking her. Gwen furled her eyebrows.

"What is it Lalaith?"

"I had a bad dream," she whispered.

Gwen sat up in bed and motioned for Lalaith to join her. Lalaith crawled into bed and sat on Gwen's lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Gwen offered.

Lalaith shook her head no and Gwen nodded.

"Okay, we can talk about some other time."

Lalaith curled up next to Gwen as Gwen slid back down into bed. Morgoth had been snoring and never woke up at all. Lalaith laid her head on Gwen's shoulder and fell asleep. Gwen smiled and then drifted back to sleep.

--

"Varda! My love! Why? Why? Why must you do this?" Manwë yelled his sleep. Namo and Kisha had taken their blankets and went to sleep in the living room but the rooms next to and across from Manwë's could hear every desperate cry. Legolas rolled over in his sleep and shoved his pillow over his head.

"SHUT UP MANWË!" Fëanor yelled from across the hall.

--

It was raining when Kisha woke up the next day. She sat up and her neck cracked. She stretched and stood up feeling the effects of a bad night sleep. Checking her watch, she saw that it was about eight in the morning on Wednesday of week five of camp. She racked her brain trying to figure out what sport and mental activity would be planned for the day.

Ah! Football and general knowledge trivia! It should prove a good day!

She walked down the hall and entered her room. Manwë was still asleep and his pillow was wet with tears. Kisha sighed sympathetically.

Poor Valar…

She grabbed her change of clothes for the next day and headed down the hall to take a shower and change. In the hall she passed Varda and Maglor who were emerging from Maglor's room.

"Thanks guys, I know you may be in love but Manwë's been sobbing all night long. Thank Ilúvatar I opted to sleep on the couch."

Varda dropped her head and sighed.

"I knew this was going to happen," she whispered.

Maglor nodded.

"Yes but he had to know."

Varda nodded.

"I know…"

Kisha then left the two lovebirds and entered the bathroom. She turned on the shower and felt the nice hot water on her arm.

Oh I hope today goes okay…

--

"Come on get up! It's morning! It's sunny! Wake up! Wake up!" Lalaith exclaimed as she jumped on the bed. Morgoth woke up when she missed the bed and landed on his 'man area'. He rolled out of bed and hit the ground with a thud. Lalaith peered over the bed and looked down at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked innocently.

From on top of the bed Gwen could hear him wheezing and she laughed.

"He'll be okay. Good morning Lalaith. Are we feeling better?" Gwen asked.

Lalaith nodded.

"I had a good dream last night too!"

Gwen smiled.

"Oh? Can I hear about it?"

Lalaith giggled and shook her head.

"Nope! But it was about you and Morgoth!"

"Really? Well now I really want to know!" Gwen exclaimed.

Lalaith's smile got wider and she giggled.

"Nope!"

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.

She then reached forward and began tickling Lalaith in the stomach. Lalaith's laughter filled the room. Gwen stopped when Morgoth pulled himself back onto the bed.

"Are you okay dear?"

He nodded.

"Yes but part of me will never be the same."

--

The dining hall was unusually quiet. Manwë was not present and Varda and Maglor were seated next to each other and holding hands. The rumors got around to the campers that Varda dumped Manwë after the bonfire and that she was actually in love with Maglor. Gwen convinced Morgoth to go talk to his brother after breakfast and so when he finished Gwen reminded him to go visit Manwë. With a sigh Morgoth walked out of the dining hall and walked to Lammoth. A few seconds later he stood in front of Manwë's door. He knocked on it.

"Go away!" Manwë sobbed from inside.

Morgoth rolled his eyes and sighed. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Manwë I'm not going away. Now I'm coming in okay?"

"I said go away!"

Morgoth ignored him and opened the door. He saw Manwë sprawled out on his bed. His pillow had been stained with tears and next to the bed sat a tissue box and about one hundred tissues littered the floor.

"I said go away!" Manwë repeated.

Morgoth walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of Manwë's bed.

"Look, I'm not going to go away okay? So why don't you just talk alright?"

Manwë's sobs got louder.

"She left me! I can't believe it! Varda! I love you!" he cried.

Morgoth didn't know what to do so he put his hand on Manwë's shoulder.

"Maybe it's for the best?" Morgoth suggested.

Manwë sat up and looked at him.

"For the best? No! We're supposed to go together! We're the King and Queen of the gods! This can't be happening. I don't even think I can bear to look at her…or Maglor…" he spat angrily.

"Now, now, I'm the one who gets angry like that. Calm down brother," Morgoth replied.

Manwë sighed.

"I just can't believe it," he sobbed.

He rested his head on Morgoth's shoulder and continued to sob.

"I don't think I can go on without her…"

Morgoth handed Manwë a tissue.

"Yes you can. Like you said before, you're the King of the gods. You can do anything. You don't need her," Morgoth said.

Manwë sobbed even louder.

"But I do need her! With her I can hear everything in Middle-earth!"

"We're not in Middle-earth though," Morgoth reminded him.

Manwë blew his nose in a tissue and began sobbing again.

"Oh I wish we never came to this wretched place! Damn this Camp! If we never came then Varda would still love me! I hate this pace!"

Morgoth patted his brother's back.

"Calm down, you've never said you hated something before and I doubt you even know the meaning of those words. What happened to all the compassion you have? You're the dearest to Ilúvatar and you are the noblest Valar. You're wise and mighty. You got a lot going for you. Heck you even delight in poetry. Even though in Arda we've shared some tough times I'm still glad to have you as my brother," Morgoth said.

Manwë looked up at Morgoth.

"Do you mean all that?" he asked.

Morgoth nodded.

"Every word."

Manwë then gave Morgoth a huge hug and Morgoth hugged him back.

"Are you going to be okay?" Morgoth asked.

Manwë nodded and sniffed.

"I think so…"

Morgoth stood up.

"Come on, let's go do something brotherly," Morgoth suggested.

"Like what?" Manwë asked.

Morgoth shrugged.

"Fishing?"

--

Manwë and Morgoth sat on the beach of Camp Glingal with a beer in one hand and a fishing pole in the other. Neither one had caught any fish but they seemed to enjoy each other's company.

"Whoa, wait, remember that one time when you were in Middle-earth and you wanted to claim everything for your own and I was all like 'no way man'?"

Morgoth laughed and nodded.

"Well you know I was thinking the same thing! But you said it first, thank Ilúvatar!"

Morgoth chuckled and took a gulp his beer.

"Those were some fun times. I always enjoyed destroying the things you guys worked hard to build."

Manwë nodded.

"Yeah, I had fun rebuilding them. It was like a never ending game."

Manwë gulped down the rest of his beer and put the can on the sand. Morgoth tossed him another cold one from the cooler and Manwë opened it up. From the beach the two of them could hear the shouts of campers and staff during the quarterfinals of the football game on the great lawn.

"I don't think we should play this game of football," Morgoth mused.

"And why is that?"

Morgoth shrugged.

"I think I'd trip over my own two feet!"

Manwë let out a whole-hearted laugh and nodded. He raised his beer can and Morgoth did the same as they clicked them together and gulped them down.

"You know, I don't even understand that game of football," mused Morgoth.

Manwë shrugged.

"I don't either. I think you have to kick around a round ball and it's not allowed to touch your hands or something to that effect…"

Manwë's pole began to shake and he jumped up. Morgoth did as well.

"It looks like you caught a fish! Reel it in! Reel it in!" Morgoth exclaimed.

Manwë excitedly reeled in his line and sure enough a big trout was on the other end.

"I caught a fish! I caught a fish!" Manwë exclaimed as he reeled it in the rest of the way. Morgoth helped him and the two took it off the line. He then told Manwë to hold it by the line so he could take a picture of him and the fish with Kisha's digital camera. He quickly snapped the photo and Manwë put the fish in a bucket filled with water that they had brought just in case one of them caught something. Manwë looked at the fish swimming in the bucket.

"Fishing is awesome," he concluded.

Morgoth nodded.

"But it's the best when you have a brother to fish with," he said.

Manwë smiled.

"You're the best brother ever. Why did we hate each other?"

Morgoth shrugged.

"I don't know. I think it has to do with trying to take over Arda and killing lots of elves and men or something to the effect."

"That seems so trivial…"

"Come on guys! Are you going to play football with us?" Kisha yelled down at the beach.

Morgoth and Manwë looked at each other and shrugged.

"Okay!" Manwë yelled back and the two staggered up to the Great Lawn.