There were multiple things that made me consider a rewrite:

My ranma wasn't ranma enough, little to none of his personality or mentions of his past and or powers.

Extremely long gaps in the story and nothing really exciting happens in the bits I do write.

The way I was preparing the Elves to fight Morgoth wouldn't lead to epic battles with the fate of the world on the line but a one-sided slaughter that would see Morgoth defeated pretty easily and quickly. After all it took the creation of dragons and the use of a volcano in the Battle of Sudden Flame to tip the balance of power in his favor and even then, he was nearly defeated in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. So, a prepared massive elven army with a grand alliance between all the elves, Noldor, Sindar, Nandor, Vanyar, Teleri and perhaps Avari, ents, eagles. Men and the Dwarves with the support of several Valar and Mair would be incredibly one-sided.

A good portion of my story was just me making lore rants rather than furthering the plot.

As I said it was my first story and with these points it shows, it just wasn't that good of a write.

…...

Ranma was done, he was done with his insane mother, his neglectful, cowardly, dishonorable father, he was done with his crappy teachers, he was done with any "trusted" figures of authority like Happosia, Soun and Cologne, he was done with his delusional rivals like Kuno, Ryoga and Mousse and above all he was done with his "loving" fiancés!

If he stayed in Nerima any longer, he was likely to go madder than the Kuno's or explode in a really violent fashion that would level the ward and kill or cripple the entire Nerima Wreaking Crew and probably have multiple collateral casualties that would number in the hundreds if not the thousands.

Even if he was known for his pride, he and everyone else in Nerima knew it would take an entire division to take him down with conventual force and nothing short of rocket launchers, artillery and tanks would harm him as smaller arms were pretty much useless against him at this stage. He was bulletproof, something he discovered when he stopped an armed robbery at a store.

The only thing that kept him in the ward was "honor", but he slowly understood it was family honor that kept him here, not personal honor and his Pops managed to wreck his family honor to the point that it would take generations before what his father did was forgotten. His mother was little better, when he pointed out the double standard of questioning and upholding his honor but not Genma's, well... the response was telling. Like Genma Nodoka made it clear that it was his duty to fix his father's mistakes and that Genma could be the lazy man he was and just sit on his bum. It really showed how many screws were loose in her head especially since Genma almost killed her for what he believed was a priceless heirloom that he could sell for a lot of yen for his big fat belly (the only thing he cares about). He was responsible for throwing her off a cliff and Nodoka didn't see anything wrong with that. A normal response would be to have him arrested and initiated a divorce, her husband just tried to rob her and nearly killed her!

It was family honor that bound him to the various fiancés, not his personal honor, he didn't propose to any of them and even Ukyo's one wasn't a proper proposal since Genma like always left out important details when he made the choice and kids can't legally or honorably make such an agreement.

He realized that if he stayed here his personal honor would unquestionably be compromised someday so the best option was to leave before that happened. The problem was how and where various members of the Wreaking Crew were great trackers, such as his Father and the Amazons, while others like Ryoga had some sort of luck or internal seeking system that allowed them to find him. While others like the Kuno's or Nabiki, they had various assets and resources that could be used to track him down. It didn't really matter how much of a head start he would receive or how long it took, those pig-headed people would never give up even if the search took decades.

That left him with one option, the Nanban Mirror, it was the only thing he knew that could possibly ensure that he was never found by the others. The Amazons had recovered it after it was shattered and painstakingly repaired it. Luckily Cologne was out of town and both Shampoo and Mousse were very incapable of stopping him whether in force or stealth, though this time he used stealth after all it was best nobody knew he was using the mirror and try and follow him. Surrounding himself in the umisenken he made his way past the two Amazons and up the stairs to the Old Hags room.

It took a while to find the mirror, but I had plenty of time as neither the blind boy or that grabby amazon (and she calls Akane pervert girl) would go into Cologne's room and both would be distracting each other. Eventually I found it in one of her cupboards along with a hoard of other mystical-looking artifacts that I am diffidently not touching as I didn't want another curse to add to my long list of curses I have been put under.

Looking at the mirror I let all my pent-up emotions loose and for the first time in my life I cried on purpose. I released all the feelings, the betrayals, the hurts from their verbal and physical abuse, their unwillingness to acknowledge their faults, mistakes, failures and dishonorable deeds and instead blame and take it out on me. All the pressure that they put on me despite the fact that they should at least share it and help me, all the false friends and family that I had.

The tears hit the mirror and it began to glow "I want to go somewhere away from those people who have abused me, somewhere where I can heal, somewhere where I can help" to do something worthwhile in his life was left unsaid but it was somewhere in his mind and with a flash he was gone.

…...

Somewhere indescribable

A being was waiting as he looked over his creation, well "looking" was perhaps not the right term but there wasn't really a term that could be used to describe what he was doing so looking was what is used to describe what he was doing.

All he could do was wait as his creation was marred, tainted, corrupted by one of his children. His creation was supposed to be a thing of beauty and peace, but it was that no longer. To undo the marring his creation would have to be destroyed and then rebuilt from the ground up but before that could happen many things would occur. Great deeds and heroic actions with heart wrenching betrayals and despicable actions. Of magnificent creations of great beauty combined with destruction on a primordial scale. Times of peace and prosperity and times of war and desperation.

Yet it was all he could do, he sent Tulkas and all that did was contain the betrayer for a while and the moment the Valar's guard was down Melkor returned and laid waste to most of Arda. Melkor's rampage only ending after the Battle of Powers and Siege of Utumno. Yet he was freed after being imprisoned for Three Ages of the World but instead of learning from his defeats and punishment it just made him more resentful, more cruel and more determined to destroy Arda for no other reason than he didn't make it. Now he deceived the Elves or more particularly the Noldor that ended in Fëanor drawing his sword against his own half-brother Fingolfin leading the former to be banished to Formenos. Melkor once again fled but he would be back to gain what he desired the most in Arda, the Silmarill's, leading to the great tragedy's that would come in the new Ages.

All he could do was wait, then he felt something, something entering his creation from outside the Rings of Arda. He knew that his reality wasn't the only one but travelling between the realities was nearly impossible. Curious he "caught" and "looked" at what was entering his reality. He searched through the soul of the being and see it's entire life, he saw a world dominated by man and while this person, Ranma he quickly corrected himself was lacking in historic knowledge of his reality he could see the technological advanced civilization that he lived in, even if Ranma didn't know how it functioned. However, it wasn't just a world of science but magic as well, although they seemed to be little of it, but he was impressed by some of the examples he saw, especially the mirror that sent Ranma here, he wasn't even sure that Aulë could create something capable of travelling through time and realities.

However, it was this child this interested him the most, judging by his memories he should be by all rights dead, crippled, driven mad or at least morally questionable with the way he had been raised and treated over the years. Yet he persisted, he was still an honest, hardworking, decent person who admittedly needed some help in social interactions especially with the opposite sex but a good person.

However, he was a lot like Fëanor, a prodigy in their respective crafts and almost obsessed with it. Very proud of what they could do, quick to anger and eager to get even for slights, insults and attacks perceived or otherwise. Both reckless and looking for quick solutions and fairly easily to manipulate. However, unlike Fëanor, Ranma was forgiving even to people who in his opinion didn't deserve it, Ranma seemed quite incapable of holding a grudge for a long period of time, unlike Fëanor who seemed to at least hold resentment in his heart against people and things that should be forgiven or at least acknowledged that he was in the wrong.

Perhaps he could use Ranma, it would be a gamble, after all the introduction of an outsider would change the music but it was perhaps the only way to end things with a happier ending, he gave Ranma the ability to speak in the tongues of Arda so he could communicate with the various people before sending him to a certain place. He also did something else, he took the gift from Ranma as it would take many years to undo the damage done.

Then the being said one word "Estel" for that was what Ranma was to his creation and Eru Ilúvatar could now only watch and see what this seed bloomed into.

…...

1495 Years of the Trees, Valinor, Formenos

Five years that was what it was, a year since he was banished from Tirion thanks to being deceived by that thrice damned Melkor, that blackguard and a dozen other insults and less than flattering titles for Melkor flitted through his mind. He should have known something was amiss, Fingolfin had never shown any interest in the Kingship of the Noldor people or usurping his position as the crown prince. Yet because of his temper he drew his sword upon his own brother. The only good thing that came from that mess was that Melkor's actions were exposed, and he was now a wanted fugitive.

He was glad that his father Finwë came with him as while his children and wife could calm him down somewhat only his father could really control him and bring him to heel if he went overboard in his actions and make him see sense. He didn't want to do anything that would lengthen or increase his punishment.

However, it wasn't wholly Melkor's manipulation that made him act so... emotional but also his greatest and most prized creation the Silmarill's three gems of unmatched beauty that contained the Light of the Two Tree Yavanna and Niena. But that wasn't all it contained, there is a reason why he was unable to make any more of such gems and that was because he poured some of himself into his creations, some of his fëa (soul/spirit) into the gems. Something that he couldn't possibly risk doing again. So, in a way the Silamrill's were him, its why he constantly shifted from jealously guarding them to openly displaying them, he was protecting himself or sharing his magnificence, his greatness as the Silmarill's were the peak of the art of crafting and by extension himself. They were... precious to him in a way that he couldn't really describe but he acknowledged that ever since their creation he has become more volatile.

"Father" a voiced called out breaking him from his internal dialogue, turning his head he saw his oldest son Maedhros coming. He smiled a little at the sight of his son, he may value the Silmarill's above nearly everything else, but his sons were important to him too.

"Just went on a walk to clear my head and think about things by myself" he said.

"Yes, it is a beautiful day for a walk" Maedhros replied sitting beside his father on the large rock he was sitting on and gazing at the mountains that surrounded their dwelling which was bathed in the light of the Two Trees, creating an inspiring view.

"Do you think the Valar would be able to catch him?" Maedhros asked carefully, making sure not to mention Melkor's name in case it set me off.

"No, I don't think they will be able to catch him unless he openly reveals himself and if he does that, he would have likely built another Utumno and have a massive army surrounding him. After all they haven't made any progress in discovering him for five years and three years ago, he entered Valinor again and went straight to the Gates of Formenos and left again without the Valar noticing it. If they continuously fail in finding him and stopping him from entering and exiting their own realm, then I fail to see how they could track him down if he was somewhere else in Arda, except by sheer luck" he replied, he was prideful not stupid and while he didn't trust or respect the Valar as most elves did, he wasn't insulting them or downgrading them, he was making a factual assessment of the situation.

"So, you think that it would be another War of the Powers?" Maedhros asked, sounding a bit apprehensive about the idea of war.

"It is likely, perhaps the only thing that would be different would be the elves involvement in the potential conflict" he answered.

Maedhros eyes light up in realization "Thats why you have been crafting so many weapons and armor, in preparation for the Second War of Powers".

"Exactly though I do admit all that forging has helped fill my time and kept my thoughts off other things" he said looking off into the distance.

They stayed there father and son, watching the beautiful scenery for several minutes, then there was a bright flash that blinded them.

I quickly stood up, lifted my hand to protect my eyes from the light and drew my sword and moved quickly, standing between my son and the direction of the light.

The light faded quickly and, in its place, now stood someone, it was a male, with bright blue eyes, black hair with a tail at the back, wearing a red sleeveless shirt, black trousers and strange looking shoes. However, it was what was on the side of his head or both sides of the head that really caught his attention, his ears were not pointed but rounded instead.

…... he wasn't an elf came the impossible and jarring thought, which left the question what was he. Before he could fully comprehend the strange situation, he found himself in, the unknown creature spotted him, it looked at them wide eyed first the eyes lingered on his sword and then towards their ears. Eyes widening a bit more as he probably realized they weren't from the same People.

Looking a bit sheepish, the other being did a small bow and said "I'm Ranma Saotome, sorry about this".

Well, Fëanor dryly thought to himself looking at the now identified Ranma, it looks he wouldn't have to worry about boredom for a while.