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This is a very AU story.
During the ages of the lamps Morgoth was cast out of middle earth into the void by the valar
After they woke at cuivienen during the ages of the trees, long before the first age of the sun, all the Elves heed the Valar's request to go to Valinor and never returned to Middle earth.
No rebellion of the Noldor and no destruction of the trees. The sun and the moon were created BY Varda to bring light to Middle earth
In the first age of the sun, the great wars were fought by the dwarves against Morgoth "who had returned from the void 1000 years before the coming of the sun and the moon" for the control of Beleriand and the possession of the Nauglimir. Men had the dwarves as their teachers and helped the dwarf lords in the war. Beren, Turin, Hurin existed but with the difference that they never established any relationship with the Elves.
Morgoth was defeated by a direct intervention of Eru when dwarves and men were driven out of Beleriand
In the second age, Numenor existed and was colonized by the Edain but without intervention of the Valar. It sank into the oceans by Eru when it was corrupted by Sauron. There was no intention to invade Valinor and Numenoreans ignored the existence of the Valar.
The Valar never interfered in middle earth for they thought Morgoth was completely defeated during the ages of the lamps and there was no threat for the mortal races. The istari "only Saruman and Gandalf" came without the consent of the Valar
Now regarding the hobbit and the lord of the rings, here are the changes:
1. Bilbo's quest was two years before the lord of the rings
2. Frodo was adopted by Bilbo's parents at a very young age, they grew together.
3. Gloin is gimli´s brother.
4. Aragorn "As was Tolkien original intention" marries Eowyn.
5. Thorin and Kili survided, and they lead a force of dwarves to fight at Pelennor's field and the black gate
Now with the story
In the majestic White City, the silence of the wee hours of the night enveloped the streets, still bearing the scars of recent battles, now illuminated by the gentle glow of the Moon.
Amidst the quietude, two figures wandered the deserted streets, engaged in hushed conversation.
"It's remarkable how swiftly the rebuilding efforts progress," remarked the Wizard, his voice filled with admiration.
"No surprise there," replied the soon-to-be-crowned king. "The Dúnedain are renowned for their craftsmanship, honed further by years of war. The necessity to fortify our kingdom against relentless assaults has only sharpened their efficiency."
Gandalf cast a knowing glance at Aragorn,
"At this rate, I believe the city will be prepared for the coronation within days."
Noticing the weariness etched upon his friend's face, Gandalf inquired gently, "Do you still harbor doubts about your destiny as king?"
Aragorn smiled wistfully. "It's not that... it's simply the toll this war has exacted. So much loss, so much suffering... it weighs heavily on my heart."
Placing a reassuring hand on Aragorn's shoulder, Gandalf spoke with conviction, "Indeed, the price has been steep. Yet, we must now turn our gaze to the future. Middle-earth stands liberated from the shadow of dark lords. For the first time, Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits can shape their own destinies, free from the specters of Morgoth and Sauron."
As the night deepened, Gandalf found himself visited by a familiar presence in his dreams. Eönwë, emissary of the Valar, stood before him, his countenance both curious and solemn.
"Olorin," Eönwë began, his voice resonant with both warmth and gravity. "It has been long since we last conversed, my friend."
Gandalf regarded the luminous figure before him with a mixture of reverence and uncertainty. "Indeed, Eönwë. What brings you to me in this hour of dreams?"
Eönwë's gaze held a hint of curiosity as he spoke. "The Valar have watched with interest your departure accompanied by Curúmo and Aiwendil to the realms of Middle-earth. It is a matter that has stirred both curiosity and concern among the Powers of the West."
Gandalf's brow furrowed in contemplation. "I had hoped our actions would not draw undue attention from the Valar. Our journey was undertaken of our own volition."
Eönwë nodded in understanding. "Your presence has not gone unnoticed, Olorin. Yet, there are matters of greater import that compel the Valar to summon you."
Gandalf's curiosity was piqued. "And what might those matters be?"
Eönwë's expression grew solemn as he spoke. "It is time, Olorin, for the Valar to reassert their stewardship over the affairs of Middle-earth. Though the darkness of Morgoth has long been banished, new challenges may arise, and the Powers of the West wish to ensure the continued prosperity and harmony of the mortal realms."
Gandalf's heart sank at the revelation. "The Valar seek to intervene in the affairs of Middle-earth once more?"
Eönwë's gaze softened with understanding. "It is not a matter of intervention, Olorin, but of stewardship. The Valar wish to offer their guidance and wisdom, that Middle-earth may flourish under their care."
Gandalf awoke with a start, his mind racing as he grappled with the weight of Eönwë's words. "Summoned to Valinor..." he murmured to himself, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity gnawing at his dawn broke over the White City, the former members of the Fellowship gathered at the Houses of Healing, where Frodo lay recovering. Among them stood Bilbo, Eomer, Eowyn, Faramir, Thorin, and his kin, their presence a testament to the unity forged in the crucible of war.
"We shall discharge you today, Frodo," announced Aragorn, his voice tinged with warmth as he assessed the Hobbit's condition.
Yet, amidst the camaraderie, a shadow loomed over the gathering as Gandalf stepped forward to bid his farewells.
"I come to bid you all farewell, my friends," he began, his tone solemn and tinged with sorrow. "With Sauron's defeat, my time in these lands draws to a close. Soon I shall depart west of these shores"
A ripple of confusion spread through the room at Gandalf's words, prompting Thorin to voice the collective bewilderment. "The West? What lies beyond these shores?"
Aragorn added, confusion evident on his features "only Numenor of old lies west….at the bottom of the ocean"
With a gentle smile, Gandalf revealed a truth long kept hidden. As he recounted tales of distant realms and ancient histories, the gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, stirring fear and uncertainty in the hearts of those present.
Thorin, his brow furrowed with concern, spoke for many as he voiced his apprehensions. "You speak of noble beings, Gandalf, yet our memories are stained by the shadows of old."
In response, Gandalf's gaze grew distant, his words laden with solemnity. "The West holds answers to questions long pondered, dear Thorin. It is a realm where mighty beings dwell and where the fates of worlds are woven."
Aragorn, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, his voice resonant with conviction. "Gandalf, if what you say holds true, then we cannot allow our destinies to be decided without our input. The Valar may have noble intentions, but the free peoples of Middle-earth have long desired to forge their own paths, to shape their own destinies."
He turned to those gathered, his gaze encompassing representatives from every race. "We must present our case to the Valar, not as supplicants begging for mercy, but as equals asserting our right to self-determination. Each race shall send a representative, united in purpose, to convey our collective will."
Thorin, his resolve steeled by Aragorn's words, nodded in agreement. "Aye, we shall not yield our freedom lightly. Let the Valar hear our voices and understand that we will not bow to their dominion."
As the weight of Gandalf's revelation settled upon them, a mixture of apprehension and determination colored the expressions of those present. Bilbo's usually jovial demeanor gave way to a furrowed brow, while Eomer's stern countenance betrayed a hint of uncertainty.
Gandalf, sensing their unease, spoke with measured resolve. "The intentions of the Valar are noble, my friends, but their desire to guide the fate of Middle-earth may not align with our own. We must stand united in the face of this new challenge, lest our hard-won freedoms be cast aside."amidst the gravity of the moment, Bilbo couldn't resist a wry remark.
"Well then," he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Where do I sign this new contract? I do hope it involves fewer trolls and more tea parties this time around.".
