Attention! As the name suggest, everything written here is a satire, certainly not canon, but lore-friendly to some extent.
I don't own rights to the LOTR, RWBY, or in this case – Silmarillion.
Enjoy!
The Iron Gate
Sauron sit on top of the lookout tower in Angband, sipping wine his orcs robbed from the elves one hundred years ago. He normally doesn't crave for such mortal pleasures, but this time, he allowed himself for the moment of hedonism - whole North of the Beleriand is his, and the South is on the brink of collapse. Doriath, the only meaningful enemy, retreated to their hidden forest and remained there for years now, but that's not an issue - he will one day break the Gridle of Melian, enter their forest and subjugate Thingol. But not today, now he tasted a delicate elven wine.
He took another slow, satisfying gulp from the golden goblet and smiled with satisfaction as the drink rolled down his throat. It tasted like the victory he diligently worked for thousands of years now. Only some bad fortune could turn his victory into...
Suddenly, the terrified girlish scream echoed across the mountains, shaking the Dark Fortress to its core. Sauron jumped in place, accidently spilling the wine he tasted moments earlier, not because of how loud the scream was, but because the voice was too familiar.
"The Master is back..." Sauron yelped in despair and run downstairs, hoping to reach the gate just in time.
"The Master is back!" Gothmog bellowed and rushed out from his quarters, knocking his Balrogs back to life. "Rise you fools! Our Lord is in danger!"
Soon, Balrogs rushed towards the gate, while the orcs, shapeless spirits and other lesser creatures jumped out of the way, to avoid the stampede of corrupted Maia's.
With full speed, Balrogs run at the still closed gate, which should, as usual, open before them. But this time, it remained unmoving.
First Balrog slammed against the iron, the gate creaked but didn't open, then another, and another, until Balrogs piled before the iron gate.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Gothmog roared seeing his warriors still in the fortress.
"Door stuck! DOOR STUCK!" Lungorthin, Gothmog's second in command, reported as he tried to push the gate open. Fearing the worst, Gothmog looked up, on the second level, where the set of levers used to open the gate were positioned.
There stood Sauron, staring at the now broken levers, smashed into bits with the giant hammer.
"Oh no." Fallen Maia looked at Gothmog. "It seems that someone accidently smashed the mechanism with the hammer. Like twenty times!"
Gears in Gothmog's head turned, and his mind reached the terrifying, utterly despicable conclusion...
"Sauron, I think we have a traitor in the fortress." Sauron gasped in the pure shock.
"No, it can't be." He replied, but then dismissively waved his hand. "Nevertheless, it will take time to properly repair it. Don't worry, there is no need to rush, Melkor can handle himself pretty well..."
"You will have to find this filthy traitor Sauron, but only after you replace the gate." Gothmog replied.
"Of course." Sauron smiled briefly, but this smile quickly faded as Gothmog approached the gate. "Wait, what do you mean..."
With one, powerful kick, the gate erupted like a volcano, sending shover of iron across the black sands. Many Balrogs were caught in the explosion, and flew through the air, then landed before the fortress like a pile of rocks, dazed after their leader's showcase of might.
"To me, blades of Udun!" Gothmog roared and run out of now opened Angband, and still dazed Balrogs rose on their feet at their leader's command, and followed him to save Melkor.
Sauron just stared dumbfounded at the broken gate, then looked at the running stampede of Balrogs and sighed in defeat.
"Killjoy." He muttered.
Boredom of the High-Captain
"He is coming! HE IS COMING!" Panicked orcs run through the corridors, trying to find some holes in the floor, hidden rooms, anything they could use to hide as the angry roars and heavy steps grew increasingly louder.
"No space for you!" Orcs threw the goblin out from the overpopulated hole. "Find another!"
Goblin looked around in terror as the light at the end of the corridor grew brighter, and after a little thought he quickly climbed up the wall and hid behind the torch.
Every orc, beast and spirit shivered in their boots as the source of the heavy, angry steps finally reached them, hoping that they won't be noticed.
Gothmog walked down the empty corridor, each of his steps creating a deep holes in the floor, and he was far angrier than usual.
When Melkor returned, it was like during the War of Powers - He had plenty of a good fight against worthy foes, countless battles and many firstborn to slaughter. He even dueled the Lord of Noldors himself!
But after slaying Feanor, Melkor decreed that Angband's gate will remain shut until he says otherwise, and none of his minions may cross them to engage the elves, and anyone disobeying this order shall face his wrath. That infuriated Gothmog beyond measure - he felt like a cornered rat, cowardly hiding from the battle, even though he was a lion, from which the cowardly elves should run.
When he and Sauron ruled the fortress, he could just leave and fight the firstborn to his heart content, while Sauron could do nothing about it, and didn't even try to stop him, seeing how pointless it would be. But now, he could not go to his master and bitch about being bored.
He reached the nearest torch, set it ablaze, and kept walking, not noticing the tiny goblin, who turned entirely black at the close encounter with the Balrog's flames.
Other inhabitants of Angband quickly found other ways to indulge themselves - his balrogs fought each other in gladiatorial battles, Sauron secluded himself in the forges, orcs drank grog day and night until they couldn't stand straight any longer, and Melkor spent whole days in the darkest pits of Angband, working on his new, terrifying "pet projects". But for Gothmog, battle was his only hobby and favorite activity, and aside from that, he didn't have anything else. Sauron had his smithing, Orcs had their foul drink, and Gothmog had nothing.
In annoyance, he kicked what for him was a small rock, but for the orcs hiding behind the wall this rock struck was giant boulder, which smashed through the wall like a cannonball, and terrified orcs held their breaths, trying to not attract the attention of the giant Balrog.
He walked down the corridor, his mood worse than usual. He roamed the halls of Angband for a while now, looking for any kind of entertainment, like kicking a goblin or throwing a troll like a bowling ball. But for some reason, much to his ever more growing anger, Angband, once thriving in life, seemed empty.
He left an angry grunt. He just wanted to paunch something, anything, right in the face. Is he asking for too much?
As the heavy steps quieted down, foul creatures emerged from their hiding holes, breathing the sigh of relief. Everyone and everything in the citadel quickly learnt to hide as quickly as possible from the bored High-Captain of Angband. Even more stronger beings dwelling in the fortress avoided him.
Sauron emerged from one of the hidden tunnels and looked after Gothmog with a smirk.
"Not so sunshine and rainbows anymore?" He thought. He warned him how Morgoth's return will look like, he even, albeit indirectly, offered Gothmog to ditch Morgoth in the gutter, but nooo, "My loyalty is absolute".
Sauron shook his head in disappointment. Gothmog in this foul mood was more dangerous than the Noldors sieging the fortress, and the only thing keeping him from a rampage was Morgoth's command. But give him one hundred years, and he will commit genocide against the orcs just to sate his bloodlust. And knowing Morgoth, gates will remain shut for far longer than that.
He didn't bred this army just to be trampled by the bored Balrog, and, as much as he enjoyed staying in the forge, he knew that in this state, Gothmog is not only useless, but also dangerous to everyone around him, including Sauron. And he has to do something about it.
He looked at the orcs emerging from their quickly dug holes, and the idea appeared in his head. He quickly returned to the Forges and started to work on the necessary tools.
Few hours later.
Sauron walked into the barracks of one of the largest orcs warband, his presence gathering the attention of the creatures dwelling within.
"Listen to me, you..." He stopped talking, and angrily snapped his fingers "Gulbug, stop sniffing glue for a minute." Now with all of the attention, he cleared his throat. "As I was saying, you are the most skilled orc warband in the entire fortress." Orcs gnarled, more than happy to receive the praise. "Which is not a lot, but it is still something. That's why, I want to give you a special task to fulfill."
"Your will shall be done, my lord." Commander of the warband bowed his head.
"I want you to raid the Elven backlines for certain resources." Upon hearing it, orcs started to sweat.
"But my Lord, Dark Master forbade us from crossing the gate." Sauron gave the orc a mischievous smile, and threw set of metal shovels and pickaxes on the ground.
"You don't need to cross the gate to leave Angband." He said. "I am aware that, when provided with tools, you are more than capable of digging your tunnels far and wide."
Orcs looked at each other and nodded. True, their tunnels were crude, but also easy to access and, more importantly, quick to dig, for orcs regarded the basics of the construction more like a set of useless guidelines instead of a rules. And instead of such trivial things as construction site safety, their heads focused on the vision of the bountiful plunder.
"Dig under the besiegers and raid their backlines for metal, especially the black one." Sauron ordered. "Anything else you steal belongs to you, but if you provide me with the elven metal, you will be rewarded with provisions and better tools."
"Fresh meat?" Orcs asked, and Sauron left a heavy sigh.
"Yes, fresh meat. Now, start digging." He turned on his heel and as he was about leave, he looked back at them.
"Oh, I nearly forgot to mention - you are not the first warband I shared this offer with." He casually added. "So, if you don't want to miss your fair share of the spoils, better hurry." And when he left, he could hear the sounds of furious digging.
Orcs are really simple creatures, give them a vision of something they desire, and they will break their nails just to get it. And a little bit of a competition never hurt.
He visited numerous barracks that week, each time giving the same offer to the gathered orcs and goblins. Soon, Angband's underground network started to look like a giant ant colony with numerous tunnels, supporting tunnels, hidden stashes of goods and so on, reaching as far away into elven controlled territory as possible.
The rivaling warbands stole from each other, and even attacked one another in the narrow corridors, ensuring that only the strongest or the most cunning orcs got their prizes from Sauron. Many warchiefs grew rich thanks to their raids, and basked in Sauron's favor. This in turn led many more orcs to start digging their own tunnels in hopes of reaching the same heights of power, which forced old warchiefs to fight furiously to maintain their earned positions, while the young and ambitious scratched and killed to get their share.
This tunneling initiative kept going for the next few centuries until the great battle later known as the Dagor Bragollach, and in the process, orcs gained the necessary battle experience, while Noldors were left wondering how the orcs, despite being trapped in the Fortress for decades, are still strong and capable of raiding their princedoms in such great numbers.
All the while Sauron received as much of the black metal as he wanted, and soon, the infernal forges fired up, and he secluded himself inside, reshaping the metal into something more useful.
Fifty years later
Gothmog threw the large boulder covered in the karagor's leather against the wall, it feel to the ground, and his pet Graug run to it and fetch it back to his owner, only for him to throw it again, repeating the process over and over again.
Suddenly, he heard that someone is knocking to the iron door, and he approached it. He opened the door, but there was no one behind them, only a large chest and a note.
He picked it up and quickly read it.
"I couldn't help but notice how pitiful you look like recently, so I made you a gift. Don't be afraid, your flames won't melt it, and you don't need to sharpen it, it will forever remain deadly. Name it however you see fit.
Happy Anniversary of the battle for the Ravine.
Mairon"
Gothmog reached the chest and tore it open, and inside there was large, double-edged axe made from pure Black Iron. Gothmog picked it up and noticed how heavy and sturdy it is, like it should be.
He swinged it few times, and deemed it good enough.
"You are made of Black Metal, and you are an Axe, do I shall name you... Black Axe.*" Gothmog chuckled, holding his new favorite weapon. "But now, I have to test you, and kill something truly worthy."
Pet Graug wisely hid itself in the hole while Gothmog left his quarters and ventured deep into the Angband's darkest pits, where Melkor store his most vile creations.
That day, two things happened - First, Gothmog received his signature weapon and thanks to that, started to respect Sauron little more.
Second was the ban Morgoth imposed on his High Captain, forever forbidding him from approaching the Dragon pens. Let's just say that indeed, Glauring was the father of all the dragons in the Middle Earth, but he was not necessarily the first created dragon.
The lesson of humility
"Just look at you both!" Glaurung snickered in the throne room, staring down at Sauron and Gothmog. "Relics of the Old Era!"
"You should watch your tongue, lizard." Gothmog hissed, but Glaurung only laughed at the threat.
"Or what, you will strike me with your fiery whip? Fool, your fire is a mere candle in comparison to my breath! I can scorch entire armies with it, while you have to fight like an overgrown troll."
Gothmog fixed his grip around his axe, thinking that maybe, the third time will be the charm. He hated Glaurung and his foul brood, because for him, dragons were nothing but a pathetic mockeries of what he and his Balrogs already were. Yet Melkor, for some reason, valued this fire-spewing lizards more than him and his warriors.
Then Glaurung shifted his attention at Sauron.
"And you, Sssmith." Glaurung hissed with disdain. "You work with metal I can melt with a sneeze, you create weapons and armors which will forever be inferior to my impenetrable scales and sharp talons!" Glaurung's golden scales reflected to light of the torches while his claws tore through the floor like knife through butter. "No matter what you smith, me and my brood shall always be the pinnacle of creation!"
Gothmog looked at Sauron, expecting a threat or a mockery, for fallen maia's opinion of the dragons – that they are nothing more than the slightly more cunning beasts at best, and the waste of time and resources at worst – was well known among the Morgoth's peers, including Glaurung, which earned the lizard's hatred.
"It's true, all-mighty Flame." Sauron agreed and bowed with respect, much to both Gothmog's and Glaurung's shock and disbelief. "How mighty you are Glaurung, Father of the Dragons! Your scales are tougher than any armor, your talons razor-sharp, your breath shall set Kingdoms ablaze, while your cunning mind puts even me to shame." Glaurung, although astonished by Sauron's words, gleefully glowed at the praise.
"Good that finally some of you realize my magnificence..."
"There is, however, something you lack, Mighty Drake." Sauron interrupted. "Something both I and Gothmog possess."
Glaurung lowered his head, his eyes sparking with curiosity. "What is it? Speak up, now!"
"You are more powerful than me and Gothmog, yet your name is unknown among the elves, while we are renown among them." Sauron said, slight mockery in his tone. "Noldors are afraid of me, speaking my many names in whispers, and are terrified of Gothmog, praying to the Valars to never encounter him on the field of battle."
"As they should." Gothmog remarked while Sauron rose his mighty voice.
"But none is afraid of your sharp talons mighty Glaurung! None heard about your fiery breath, about your impenetrable scales! Nobody knows about your magnificence!"
"Gah! Pesky Elves and their ignorance!" Glaurung grew agitated, furious that only few knows about his existence, his pride in shambles. And Sauron smiled darkly at this.
"There is a way to make yourself known, all-mighty!" Sauron spoke, and Glaurung focused his attention on the fallen maia once more.
"Speak-Tell me now!" He demanded, molten flames falling from his jaw.
"The Elves besiege Angband for years, holding our master hostage in the fortress. But if you break the siege and slaughter them without mercy, your name shall be known across the land. Of all Lands!"
Glaurung hesitated for a moment. "But Lord forbade us..."
"Oh, so your words were just boasting?" Sauron taunted. "Are you afraid of elven steel, even though your scales are impervious? Are you scared of Elven armies, even though your breath can scorch them to ash? Are you fearful of facing the Elven warriors, even though your talons can cut through their armor like paper?"
Dragon looked unconvinced, so Sauron pressed the advantage.
"Think of the riches our master will shower you when you break the siege. About the mountains of Gold and Silver. Maybe even he will share with you one of the Three Greatest Jewels?"
Mere thought of the Silmarils made dragon's saliva running, his greed overcoming his senses and reason. Galurung roared loudly.
"I shall destroy these pathetic wretches in Melkor's name! My victory will be a sign of the new era!" He looked at both Maia's with disdain. "The Age of Dragon's has come, Relics of the Age!" He left the throne room and ventured right to the iron gates.
When he was far away, Gothmog looked at grinning Sauron. "What you said was not actually true, was it?"
Sauron looked at him, the smile remaining in place "Of course not! Don't tell you took me for a fool?"
"Then you provoked him to fight unwinnable battle, despite our Lord's orders to await his command." Gothmog remarked. "Even I would struggle with such force."
"Indeed." Sauron said with pride. "Let's just say that this worm needs to learn it's lesson."
"We should inform our lord." Gothmog said, and Sauron rose his eyebrow.
"Why?"
"If Glaurung dies, we will be blamed." Sauron laughed in response.
"I highly doubt Elves will be capable of killing him. They are unprepared after all. But deeply wounding him? Far more likely. Besides…" Sauron looked at his companion. "You really want to miss this lizard getting humiliated?"
Gothmog thought for a second, and then grinned. "To the lookout tower!"
"Nyahahahhaaha! Look!" Goblin sitting on top of the tower pointed his finger and laughed, few orcs joining its giggling, and soon followed by bellowing laughter of the Balrog.
"What a shameful display!" Gothmog laughed hard while Sauron just watched the battle unfolding with a dark smile.
At first, it really looked like Glaurung is really going to lift the siege all by himself, but despite the initial shock, the Elves performed a well-organized retreat while the dragon chased after them. But then, horse archers led by an Elven prince arrived and started to circle around the beast, pummeling it with arrows.
It quickly turned out that Glaurung's scales, although sturdy, were certainly penetrable, and elven arrows found its mark, reaching the soft skin underneath. Dragon tried to fight back with its flames and talons, but elven riders were masters of the horse, and were able to avoid his claws and fire.
"I would have dealt with them by now!" Gothmog bellowed.
"I have no doubts about that." Sauron remarked while orcs continued to laugh with the goblin.
Battle raged on for hours, dragon's pride not allowing it to retreat against the elusive Elves. But with time, more riders arrived, many bringing more bows and arrows, while some brought the heavy lances and glaives.
Working in unison, Elven knights repeatedly charged at the beast, lunging their heavy lances against the Dragon's hide while glaives slashed against the creatures exposed side and claws, all the while the horse archers kept showering Galurung with arrows, dealing many deep wounds.
Finally realizing its defeat, Dragon started to run back to the Fortress, but like angry bees, elves kept stabbing and slashing the drake the entire way, taking chunks of its flesh. Riders led by Fingon, who later will be known as the one of the greatest High King of Noldors and father of the Elven King Gil-galad, only stopped his pursuit right before the gates of Angband, where he ordered his riders to withdraw in fear of a retaliation, which never came.
Sauron and Gothmog watched how 'so mighty' dragon dragged it's wounded body through the gate like a snake, disappearing in the depth of the fortress, probably going straight to its nest to lick its wounds.
"Truly, a Worm of Angband." Sauron remarked with delight, and Gothmog nodded in agreement.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted." Balrog rose up from his seat. "Now he won't boast how strong he is."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Sauron wiggled his finger. "Who said the lesson is over?" Gothmog looked at his companion with confusion.
"You want to attack him now?"
"By the Flame, of course not!" Sauron rose from his seat and took his vampire form. "Just follow and watch" He flew deep into Angband, and curious Gothmog followed along with the orcs and the laughing goblin, who could feel that the fun is not over yet.
He flew right into the darkest pits of Angband, where Morgoth store his 'greatest' creations – crude abominations at best and waste of resources at worst. He landed before the entrance to the largest pit, took upon his fair form and put the brightest smile possible. He walked into the room where Morgoth worked on another amalgamation, while Gothmog and the orcs peeked inside.
"My lord!" Sauron announced his entrance, but Morgoth's attention remained on the thing he patched on the table. "May I ask what are you creating right now?"
"This creature will be made from the pure molten metal." Morgoth replied with satisfaction. "It will, like a river, submerge the elves in the tide of fire and brimstone!"
"Do you realize how m…" Sauron nearly lost his composure upon hearing such waste of valuable metal he could use more efficiently in his forges. He cleared his throat and walked up to Morgoth, seemingly interested in this creation. "Truly, elves probably won't expect that at all."
"That's the point." Morgoth said, gleeful with pride. "It will shatter their ranks for my army to run into and crush without mercy!"
"If it fares as well as your other creation, then that's certain my lord." Sauron casually remarked, but ever paranoid Morgoth caught the hidden meaning.
"What do you mean?" Morgoth asked with suspicion in his voice, and Sauron smiled to him.
"About the reason of my coming! I came here to congratulate your ingenuity" Sauron announced. "Your beast terrified the Noldors, forcing them to retreat for a brief moment. It killed forty elves all by itself! Although it was ultimately forced back, your genius…"
"Stop." Morgoth's voice boomed. "Tell me EXACTLY what happened."
Sauron smiled darkly, and begun his tale.
Meanwhile Gothmog and the orcs stood beside the entrance, trying to listen to what Sauron says, and they could feel Morgoth's growing ire. Until Fallen Valar exploded with fury.
"GLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAUUUURRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGG!" Morgoth's voice roared across the Angband, and even Gothmog felt small in that moment.
Morgoth left the workshop, his fury snuffing the lights out of the corridors.
"YOU FOOLISH SCALED SACK OF MEAT!" His voiced echoed across the citadel. "I GAVE YOU LIFE, I GAVE YOU POWER AND THAT'S HOW YOU REPAY ME!? WITH DISOBEDIANCE!?" He started to make his way towards the draconic nest, dragging a large, black belt across the floor, and any sentient creature jumped out of the wrath's way. "THEN, IF YOU ARE SO WILLING, I SHALL TEACH YOU THE PRICE OF IGNORING MY ORDERS!"
Sauron left the workshop with mischievous smile, while Gothmog couldn't stop giggling.
"Oh Sauron, you and your snake's tongue." Balrog remarked while the goblin on his arm laughed hysterically.
"Speech and mind is far more deadly than any blade, Gothmog. Remember that." Sauron said in response.
"I doubt your words on that matter." Gothmog said with a grin. "But still, a good work."
"Now, we should look for the best seats, right?" Sauron said as they followed Morgoth, and Gothmog eagerly nodded.
During that winter season, elves besieging Angband could swear that they heard the infernal screeches from the deep below, and they trembled, imagining what kind of abominations Morgoth prepares there. Some more brave Noldors, who dared to venture closer to the gates could swear that the screeches seemed more like a screams of pain, along with the strange, repeating sound, like rocks smashing against one other.
But even they couldn't hear the laughter of two maia's, who watched the great dragon ass-whopping from the front seats, now certain that the Drake learnt to not mess with the "Old Guard".
Facts about the Middle Earth you probably were not aware off:
1) Remember the Silmarils from the previous chapter? Even in that form, they were "the most beautiful of creations done by the Elven hands". But did you know Feanor could make them even more beautiful?
You see, during their creation he asked Galadriel for few strands of hair, so he could put them in the Silmarils. Even Tolkien admitted that it would make the jewels more beautiful, but Galadriel refused his request, sensing darkness in his heart.
And know remember that she gave few strands of her hair to Gimli, showing everyone that Gimli had purer heart than the 'Greatest of the Elven Lords".
Book Galadriel is a GOAT.
2) Many of you watched or read the Hobbit, and how the Dwarves bitterly remarked that the Elves from the Mirkwood refused to help them against Smaug. Many fans assumed that the well-known hate between both races started here, and many agreed that it was an elves fault. And as we know, in nearly every fantasy world, if there are both elves and dwarfs in it, they hate their guts out for various reasons. But do you know that this hatred started not because of the elves, but the dwarfs? Better prepare your seatbelts, we are going to dive right into the most retard*d moments in Silmarilion.
In short Beren, one of the human heroes, managed to retake one of the Silmarils and delivered it to the King of Doriath, Elu Thingol. The Elven King wanted to make a necklace, so he hired the best dwarven jewellers from the nearby hold to perform this task. But when the Dwarves finished the necklace, they grew obsessed over it. So when Thingol asked them for a price, they smugly said that the price will be... the necklace they made. Bruh. And when the King, of course, refused that price, THEY KILLED HIM and run away with the necklace. The elves of course caught the thives, killed most of them while some managed to escape, and retrieved the Silmaril.
But those dwarves who survived went back to their holds and told their kin that it was the Elves who refused them for their work and attacked them, so Dwarves, obviously enraged by the news, marched to war against Doriath.
As some of you know, Doriath was well-hidden from the outside world thanks to the Gridle of Melian, a really powerful maia and a wife of now dead Thingol. But after being struck by the grief after losing her dear husband, she went back to Valinor, lifting the gridle from the Kingdom. This allowed the Dwarves to attack, and elves, still struck by anguish, fought back against the dwarves, thinking that the murder of their king was preplanned.
In the end, the true winner was none other than Morgoth, who launched his hordes against the weakend elves, destroying the first ever kingdom of the Elves in the Middle-Earth, and those who survived scattered across the land, creating various smaller keeps and Kingdoms, and holding the grudge against the greedy dwarves deep within their hearts.
And one of such keeps was Mirkwood. So, when they saw how Dwarves lose their home, they probably felt it was a great time for a payback.**
**Edit: Hi, Konsilisto here, pulling on the glasses and going 'umm akhtually' mode
Doriath was, in fact, not destroyed by Morgoth. After the dwarves sacked it, Doriath rebuilt itself and enjoyed some time of peace a bit, but then, sons of Feanor came and demanded the Silmaril. New king of Doriath, king Dior, refused, and both factions came to blows, which resulted in final destruction of Doriath.
Yes, the Elves destroyed the first kingdom of the Elves in the Middle Earth, and all Morgoth had to do was grab some popcorn and watch the action unfold.
* Gothmog wasn't stupid, he just preferred to keep things simple and quick, so even an idiot would understand what he means. When he asks to bring him the "Black Axe", even lowly goblin would understand what he wants.
That's how Gothmog would name set of weapons from the world of RWBY:
Crescent Rose - Red Scythe
Ember Celica - Yellow Guantlets
Gambol Shroud - Black Whip
Myrtenaster - White Toothpick
Corcea Mors - Yellow Sword
Magnhild - Pink Hammer
Stormflower - Green Nailscratchers
Milo and Akouo - Bronze Spear and Shield
Authors note:
I know, it is note a fully fledged chapter. And, truth to be told, I wanted to post normal chapter today. But everyone knows that all the plans crumble when faced with the harsh reality.
I recently traveled a lot, lacking free time to put the chapter together. And I still intend the next chapter to be really special - I reread Silmarilion, gathered materials, rewatched some episodes of RWBY, brainstormed some new ideas and so on, to make sure the characters would behave like... well, themselves, and have interesting interactions. But due to all of the turmoil in life, I couldn't put those ideas on paper.
I also felt that keeping you all in the dark was unfair on my part, so I decided to put my various ramblings together while flying the plane or travelling by train, and then post them in my short moment of free time.
And why Silmarilion you might ask? I probably wrote it in one of my replies, but I will repeat it here.
LOTR and Silmarilion are intertwined, and of course, you can write pretty good story based solely on LOTR, but in my case, when I explore Sauron's character, removing Silmarilion from the equation will end badly. Just look at Amazon and their "Rings of Power"
Fun fact - if you watched it (for some reason), there is that visual that the large, armored shadow engulfs the two trees, and the Elves forge an alliance to go after "the Great Enemy". That shadow was obviously Morgoth, but Amazon had only rights to the trees, not to the main villain of the First Age, so they couldn't refer to him by his name.
Not to mention they didn't have rights to both the TRUE destroyer of the Trees, and the Silmarils, the whole point of war between the Elves and Morgoth. It's kinda sad when you think of it.
Next chapter should be a normal one, after I sort out everything currently happening in my life.
Now, to answer your reviews:
In response to Dhestrya:
Nice!
In response to vastoisshin:
Mind you, Frodo kept the ring in the envelope for few years before he went to the Rivendell, and then carried that thing all the way to Mordor, while the ring whispered to him the entire time. Only when he reached the Orodruin, The One Ring struck with full force.
Jaune's ring just skipped the 'whispering' part and went straight into the offensive.
And when I watched the series I always considered Jaune to be really stubborn indvidual. Like, this guy cheated, lied, endured bullying and shame just to be a hero. And I tried to show that in this chapter.
In response to RedHood001
Your review is really on point, and I love how long it is!
When I started to write it, I really wanted to A) Show Sauron as a more complex character than the books/movies show him, and B) To explore if he can change, and if he can, how?
That's why I thought Penny is an obvious choice here - Sauron despised the Elves, considering them a Valars dogs, he thought little of humans because they wither, die, and are easy to corrupt, and dwarfs would be his perfect servants, if they weren't too damn stubborn (Remember, when Dwraven lords put on the rings, they straight up ignored Sauron's commands). And Penny is... special.
I wouldn't refer the relation which Sauron has to Morgoth as a 'loyalty', but fear - In my opinion, He thinks of Morgoth as a fool who wasted his time and potential, but at the same time he knows that this fool will eternally torture him if he gets a chance. True, he established Morgoth's cult in Numenor, but it was certianly not because he felt the overwhelming sense of loyalty. It was simply the most efficient way to corrupt the once proud kingdom.
I did my best to showcase how the ring plays with Jaune's mind, and how bullying can push a person to the brink. And as you said, Shadow won't rest until the Knight fully succumbs to it's influence.
But I won't confirm or deny shadow's identity. Or if it has an identity to begin with.
Qrow tracking down Sauron is also a tease of the things to come, not only that Oz will learn that he has a truly magical cretaure on the loose.
Currently, Sauron's fame didn't draw Ozpin's attention because he has other things to be worried about, like a secret war with his ex wife, tracking down Cinder, mantaining peace between the kingdoms, keeping the Grimm at bay. And on top of that add being a Headmaster of the school for young adults! And those young adults have superpowers, AND the guns!
He drinks that much coffee for a reason. But when he learns that the beast can take on a human/faunus form, then things might get little more... interesting.
I more than happy that you like this story, and also sorry, for I wasn't capable of posting the next chapter like I planned. But I can promise you, I will do everything to keep the plot interesting.
In response to Oystermcnutty:
Someone has to replace the Witch King of Angmar right? Don't worry, I am just messing with you.
Is this a best story on this website? Heavens no! I still has much to learn in terms of writing. But I really appreciate your kind words, it really shows me that I am doing something right.
In response to KHD6
Yeah, in the hindsight, I realize I could do better in this chapter. Maybe I will rewrite the Yang/Blake part a little bit in the future, when I get a better idea how to do it properly. But after one rewrite of the whole story I am not so keen to do it now. But lesson learnt, future chapters must be more interesting.
If you are going to keep reading then hopefully, I will get better overtime!
In response to alejandro1999
"Dollars?"...
Curses! How could I miss that!?
Thanks for poiting it out, it should be repaired shortly after posting this chapter.
In response to: Cyricist001
Yeah, I am pretty sure that he watched the news too, or at least heard about the Wonder-maker.
But also, Ozpin is a really busy man. Like, he is basically a Prime minister of the whole country, has to maintain the school full of young adults with basically superpowers, he fights in a shadow war with his ex-wife, has to guard a wounded maiden, find another and guard the remianing two, select a candidate to get Fall Maiden powers, track down Cinder Fall and her faction, maintain peace between the Kingdoms and so on.
Is the Wonder-maker a threat to Vale? No. Is he harming anyone? No. He certainly noticed him, but Ozpin put him low on the list of priorties he had at hand, not knowing that he is making a mistake.
That's all from me today
Have a stellar day!
DJ