"Westron / English…"
"Sindarin… or Quenya… or Valarin…"
"Various Weird Dialects…"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything aside from the OC. J.R.R. Tolkien owns middle earth and GOD HOW I WISH I COULD LIVE THERE but I can't survive without wifi and karaoke machine!
AN: dudes, have you ever wonder where Mr. JRRT got all these idea about middle earth? how he formed the languages? ever wonder if it's all true and he accidentally got transported there, meet all the dudes, do some stuff and eventually get back here on our own beloved world? Biiiig imaginations but that idea inspires me to form some plots about people falling in ME world. How amazing would it be to be on that person's situation no matter how agonizing it is to adapt in a world without the technology that we depends on our everyday life. Imagine yourself in some serious situation with just you and nothing magical. No special skills aside from being a headache. No weird powers and some magical voices that can beat the Eldar race. And if something magical happens you don't know what to do with it because you are so used on being just a plain human who's survival skills are learned from google. While writing this fanfiction, those are the ideas that I have. I admit I read a lot of fanfictions like this, clichè or not, I enjoy them very much.
Also! Sorry if this is a little short, I am so busy for the last 3 months, specially last july since the company i'm working for decided to throw me away to another country. Rock and roll to folks like me!
Chapter two: Into The Waters
He was never in for socialities.
Solitude had been Ulmo's preferation on how he spend his time guarding Arda. Unlike his brothers and sisters who resides in Valinor, his connection to Arda is more versatile than anything for he live in every part of his element. Water is his domains. It is how he made a deeper connection to the children of Ilúvatar, their All-knowing Creator. In his isolation, Ulmo can feel more peace.
Of course he is never alone. Ossë could still give him some trouble, that temperamental but kind hearted Maiar who has given much love to many but never fully understood by his brothers, or even his fellow Maiar has never left his side even after all that has happened with Melkor. Of course Uinen can always reign his temper in. She, besides him trully knows the gentleness and loyalty hidden beneath in her spouse's grumpy façade. She is the peace in Ossë's storms (Both by heart and by the giant waves he do in Arda's waters). She's the gentle music in the vast, lonely silence of sleeping ocean. Salmar, his musician plays harmony for all the dwellers of his waters. He creates beautiful music that can warm even the coldest heart of the coldest fish and awaken all sleeping coral reef. Of course there is Uin, his great whale companion, the gentle giant who roams into the seas of Arda guarding all living creatures of water.
Vaiya is the deepest and coldest place Eru has placed around Arda is where his castle stood proudly, it was the most suitable place for him to dwell and make Ulmonan. No one aside from Eru himself can reach it, not even Manwë or Varda. Sauron or even Melkor has no power over it. Ulmo adores his peace so he rarely go to Valinor, he goes for only important matters that required all the valars' attention. No ships can ever sail in Vaiya and no being without his blessing can exist. That aspect alone shows the might of his power.
So when that particular moment where he was feeling something strange to the water itself, Ulmo wondered if there will be new darkness that will spring into their beloved world. More than two hundred years has passed in the Third-Age since Sauron was defeated by The Last Alliance and this will be the first time Ulmo has felt remnants of evil. Though it was faint, it was evil nonetheless. He can feel it right in his domains like a lingering smoke that was left after you puff from a pipe.
He wasn't surprised to see Ossë appeared in front of him and Ulmo need not to ask what he came for since he can read it just by his tinniest reaction. The pressence was a sudden appearance but he held his ground and felt the faint sensations that was scattered in the water like a sand. Deep and near him was something that was touched by darkness, wrapping it around like a veil and pulling it down deeper into the shadows.
Ulmo stood from his throne and swam out with Ossë following behind him. Outside they found Uinen standing at the highest point the castle with a hand on her heart. It has been ages since Ulmo has seen the deep worry that was etched in her lovely face, not since her spouse was in the counsel of Melkor.
The said Maia swam up to his wife's side as soon as he saw the reaction of her face. Ossë knows her too well he can even interpret what she wants just by looking at her, and this time, his beloved's worries are something you shouldn't ignore for her hair and her very fëa flows connects to the water like an extended part of herbody.
"Vessë, what is bothering you?" Ossë put his hands upon her shoulders to grab her attention.
Uinen kept her gaze into the blue shades of the water. "Can't you feel it, my love? This lingering sadness that is flowing to this realm?" her beautiful face grows more worried and now a little confused. "What has Lord Ulmo said?"
"He too could tell something was amiss." Ossë responded. Ulmo can certainly feel what Uinen has felt, more strongly for him. He closed his eyes and widen his senses to search for it.
The king of the sea snapped his eyes open and disappeared on where he stood.
Ulmo can feel that pressence in his territory and near the lamp of Anar. Like it was drawn into the light but still held by the water of Vaiya, it can't get out or can't go any further. As if being pulled by the certain pressence, Ulmo appeared in front of a single, faintly glowing fëa with a taint of shadow.
The darkness itself was like a sickness clinging into the purity of the soul. Feeding in its life. What is this particular fëa doing in Vaiya? If this is a First-born's fëa, it would have been in Valinor. If this is a soul of edain, it should have been in the Halls of Mandos to be judged.
He stretched his hands and held the fëa on his palms, in that moment, Ulmo saw the face of the person who was this fëa before it passed away. Little by little, he saw the similarities between him and this fëa that was yearning for inner peace. Why could he understand the remnants of this fëa's memories? Why is it in this world?
Ulmo, even as a Valar, a renowned god of the Water, King of all Seas, knows so little about the plan of Eru Ilúvattar. The knowing Creator of all is the only one with a power to do this. And by this very truth, Ulmo will be asking Him the reasons.