Turns out, sleeping as a vampire isn't as restful as it is being a normal human, even though back then I was quite restless as well, now though, it would seem I don't really need sleep, once in a while would be nice but sleep isn't something needed, sleeping as a vampire feels as if you were constantly in a hypnagogic state, don't get me wrong, it's still relaxing, but in a strange way.

A strange way can also be described for this world I have ended up in, there is no sun, even after eight hours of sleep from the "night", it's still dark, no ray of light except that of the glimmering stars, and what view it makes! In a light polluted world that I lived in, even seeing a star is already wondrous, here it is breathtaking, galaxies, stars, and nebulae adorn the night sky in such a majestic way that it left my mouth agape, its beauty is limitless, was this how earth was before men began tearing it apart?

However, as much as the beauty of the stars enchanted me, it still left me pondering on why it's still night time, it should've been the break of dawn, and yet the lands around me are still as dark as it could be, neither is there the light of the moon that would shine as well, two possibilities emerge, either 1. my internal clock and gut feeling is wrong, or the more unlikely possibility which is 2. there is no sun and by that, no light that would be reflected by the moon, if it even exists.

Without the magicka required to sustain it, the house conjured from my spell vanished into the wind, now, all that surrounds me are forests as far as the eye can see. I am also getting a bit hungry, however, there are no humans in my sight, only trees and other vegetations, some critter here and there, good thing that I brought with me lots of blood potions, I took a swig and my hunger and thirst fades. Very convenient.

I walk without purpose nor direction for I have none in my disposal, at the very least there are signs that where I'm heading is west, strangely, how I knew it was by seeing the north star, polaris, which means that I'm still in milky way, wherever this is anyway, I walked and walked, there is no sign of fatigue in my body, nor thirst and hunger and the need to excrete, which is strange, but I suppose being an undead monstrosity have some perks after all.

At last after what seemed like days of mindless walking, I've stumbled out of the dark and gloomy forest that I found myself in, what lies before me are green pastures, with a river in a distance, of which I previously heard the sound of, which is a good sign, since usually it points at civilisations, from how the lay of the land looks like, I'm pretty sure I'm in a subtropical temperate region, a stark difference from my own home country, I can not tell what season it points to, without any source of light; that being the sun or the moon, I'm practically blind to how this land is like.

However, as strange as it may sound, there are faint light sources in the west of where I'm from, yet all of a sudden it vanished, leaving me with only starlight once again, I continue to walk along the river, searching for its source or any civilisation that can be detected. Suddenly, without anything prompting such change, the sun rose in the west, two hypotheses emerge in my mind, either that this world revolved around its sun clockwise, hence why it rose in the west, or, the one I really don't want to accept, is that the sun rose for the first time, I will not deny its majesty, although, this reminds me of something.

Oh shit.

Fuck.

I'm in the Silmarillion aren't I?

I'd assume it's right after Fëanáro and his ilk slayed their Falmarin kin in Alqualondë, by the timeframe, my 'fellow' atani (read: humans) have not awoken as of yet in Hildorien, east of the mountains of the wind. I'll draw too much attention as a fellow 'human', with the right gesture, I turned my ears from being round to sharp, and my visage to be more angular.

Right, let's list the people I don't want to cross here:

1. Melian the Maia

I have to stay out of Doriath now, no way in hell would an Ainu like her that witnessed the creation of the universe can't detect my illusions if not through her girdle then naturally through her scrying and divinations, good thing that her husband is kind of a moron though, singlehandedly made the sons of Fëanáro do the kinslaying three damn times.

2. Melkor and his servants

Moringotto, Morgoth Bauglir, the great enemy, why did I put a very dangerous uvala in the second of this list? The fact of the matter is that I'll never go to Ard-Galen or Dorthonion or Hithlum or the like, nor would I subject myself to seeing the abject horror that is Angamando, also, the guy himself rarely ever leave his fortress, no, I should be more cautious of Sauron and the Valaraukar that actually roams Beleriand, they shouldn't be too much trouble however, although I wonder what a tonal magic spell like soul tear can do to an Ainu.

3. Aman

The Valar will detect me in a heartbeat, but I have absolutely zero plans to even go there in the first place, its beauty has been sullied by Moringotto and Ungoliant, the two trees, Telperion and Laurelin lies dead near Máhanaxar, although saying that, I have no ill will towards the Valar, after all, their carelessness will make for a great entertainment, though solely for me.

The rest of the denizens of Endor aren't terribly dangerous, elven magic is at best minor and ties more to their fëa, their souls, much like how aura is used in RWBY now that I think about it. Elven and to a degree human magic in this world isn't as explicit as tamrielic magic of which I wield, I suppose if I approach one with courtesy then they won't force my hands.

I continue walking leisurely along the river sirion, I instantly made the connection to the name, naturally the forest that I left is Taur-im-Duinath, along the way, I seem to have came upon Nulukkhizdīn, after going west of the gates of sirion, I'm not sure whether the petty dwarves still exist in great number or not ever since the sindar mistaken them for animals and hunted them to near extinction, leaving only Mîm and his children, Nulukkhizdin would eventually become Nargothrond under Findaráto.

Going along the river sirion means that I'd come to Doriath eventually, and that's a no-go cause of the aforementioned reason.

I use the ring of invisibility as I go inside the dwarven city, due to the mod that I use, using the ring from my inventory didn't even register as ring in the physical world, only its effects registered. It seems, just as Nargothrond would in a couple of centuries as depicted in the art, the inside of the mountain is a walled city that is divided into tiers, it is a majestic sight.

However, as I entered the city complex with my Levitation spell of which I used a mod back then to get it, getting inside through the front door is insanity, the city itself is almost empty and in the state of disrepair, most of the houses and buildings are empty and full of dust and debris, almost all of them are dark, except for the uppermost tier.

"Damn those elves!"

I heard a shout uttered.

"They have hunted us like animals!"

I can only assume that's Mîm, although I'm not too sure, it's still too early in the first age, could be his father or grandfather for all I know, the uppermost tier itself is populated with pitiable number of dwarves, a shame for such a magnificent construct.

I exited the city through a small hole in the mountain's ceiling, from such a height, my view is now unimpeded as Arda itself is still flat, the changing of the world that occured from the Akallabêth has not yet happened, the result is both stunning and strange, I can see Beleriand as a whole, even as far as the place that would be known as Eregion. Even Aman can be seen from here though fogs and mists clouds my eyes from seeing it fully.

Fëanáro and his company seem to have landed in northern Beleriand, I'm unable to see Ñolofinwë from this far, but in Helcaraxë there are large amount of something, most likely elves moving from araman to endor, mayhaps the company of Ñolofinwë, the grinding ice as it is will take far too many as a toll, I could theoretically save them, but how can I do that while concealing myself?

Ah! I forget that I'm still wearing the invisibility ring! I speed up my levitation as I go to the grinding ice. I was near and the sight that greeted me isn't pretty, I wonder though, the quendi are immortal beings, are they really that concerned about dying from a journey or in the fields of battle when they'll just eventually be reembodied by Námo in his halls? True, they'd have to spend some time dealing with... whatever it is they need to do, but they'll be alive again no matter how long it takes.

I arrived at last to Helcaraxë, I see now many had already perished, but there are select few that I know will die that's still holding on, there is Turukáno's wife Elenwë, there is also his brother that was destined to perish before the battle with Moringotto even happen in Dagor Aglareb, Arakáno. Turukáno doesn't seem to be able to save both of them, and I think their hröar will soon break as they're already incapable of walking.

I swoop down to save them, I made a tent to house both of them with Fabricate Object, I put Arakáno and Elenwë side by side, faint glow of light came from my hand as I cast Greater Healing on both of them, effectively saving their organs from shutting down and providing heat to them, they both seem to be in a daze, before my acts could be seen by anyone, I cut off my magicka from the spawned tent and took both of them to where Turukáno is, he's surprised to see them both in slumber but still alive when he'd already fallen into despair.

"Mime mel?"

"Otorno?!"

Turukáno shouted in tears in knowing that his wife and brother are still alive. Amongst the crowd of Ñolofinwë's host, I saw the children of Arafinwë, of which one is Findaráto, the aforementioned future lord of Nargothrond, close to him are his younger brothers, Angaráto and Ambaráto, behind them is one of the wisest person of the second to third age, Artanis Nerwen, the clusterfuck that is the amazon rings of power fails to even scratch the beauty that is Galadriel, even the peter jackson's adaptation of whom cate blanchett star as fails to live up to the real person, she is absolutely stunning.

Ñolofinwë seems to stop his walk to turn back to his son, before that could happen I flew out of the grinding ice to avoid their attention. I'm... not too sure why I decide to save them, all my foreknowledge about the Quenta Silmarillion and the events that come after could be shattered simply because I saved those two, Turukáno may be wiser in his rule of Gondolin with his wife and brother around.

Although I suppose having no foreknowledge about the future can be exciting as well. My state of being is no longer burdened by mortality, nor the ails that comes from it, I think immortality would be boring if there is no challenge or excitements such as these, Trazyn was right after all, eternity requires, entertainment.

From this height I can see Angamando, the fortress of Melkor, as it currently stands, Ard-Galen is still of green plains, not yet sullied by the dagor bragollach nor the nirnaeth arnoediad, the rivers of lava are not yet unleashed by the great enemy, also from this height, the Laiquendi Nandor under Lenwë seem to have passed the Ered Luin and settled themselves in Ossiriand.

Also the sindar under Nowë Ciryatan or more commonly known as Círdan the Shipwright, a very old elf that came from Cuiviénen, so old that he grew a beard, anyway, they seem to be settled in Falas, building cities there, and their swan-like boats are things of beauty for a sea-vessel, naturally so since they are telerin of course.

Well, Ñolofinwë's company will not take long to arrive in Middle-Earth, but I am reminded once again that they are Quendi, immortal elves, for them, centuries or even millennia are nothing, the founding of Gondolin itself took roughly a century, a very unfamiliar concept to a former mortal like me who thinks that even a month is already very long, although it feels freeing as well, I can take everything leisurely now as an immortal, I am no longer bound by such things as "deadlines".

I am truly free I suppose.

A/N

I hope you like the chapter, for now it'll take place in the first age, but hopefully it'll progress from there, thanks for reading.

Mime mel?: My love?

Otorno?!: Brother?!