Sing, O Nienna, of the wrath of Finweâs son Feanor, the deadly wrath that brought upon the Noldor countless woes and sent many fair princes of the Eldalie down to the Halls of Mandos from that day when first far-seeing Manwe and mighty Feanor parted in strife.
Which one of the Powers, then, set them to angry quarrelling? It was Morgoth, who in his jealous rage slew Feanorâs father, fair Finwe, and stole the Silmarils from strong-walled Formenos.
Shadow-cloaked he came, and climbed, down spider threads entwined by foul Ungoliant who with her webs engulfed all light that she could scry from âneath Pelorean heights.
He took his fell-wrought spear in hand and pierced the Trees unto their core, whose light enriched undying lands and hallowed ground the Gods bestrode, and afterwards forever ceased.
Then while all was masked in gloom, foul Morgoth fiend to all thatâs good, sped hastily to Finweâs gate and slew the Noldor King and stole those jewels that Feanor did make from light that could not be reborn.
Not the eagles of far-seeing Manwe nor the might of strong-armed Tulkas could succeed to pierce the shroud Ungoliant cast, and with her webs of darkness deep, she fled with Morgoth who possessed the Silmarils in his grasp.
Who of us can relate dear friends, the lamentations of the host? Of Elves and Valar night enshrouded when the light of Laurelin faltered and with breath the world awaited the messenger of doom.
On the Mahanaxar the Valar kept silent vigil while the Eldar wept, and far-seeing Manwe led the Gods in council, though it seemed their foes had fled unanswered back to their dark abode.
But hot with rage mighty Feanor, maker of the Silmarils, could not abide to wait and filled with lies that Morgoth in his spite did plant, spoke haughty words before the Host at Tirionâs gate.
âWhat deeds the Valar do, while fair Finwe lies slain before our feet? None and none but silent sit upon high thrones in terror before their enemy and kin, slayer of The Treeâs and thief of their light now doubly so!â
âNay, I shall not stay with those who can relate to my fatherâs slayer, be he friend or foe. But seek revenge of my own accord while Manwe waits but moveth naught.â
âLet us go dear friends and seek the lands, long denied to us by the Valarâs hands, to be placed in a cage even though unchained, to serve at the feet of those who cannot defend themselves.â
âI fly to the east to seek revenge and take back the jewels that I made with these hands. To carve out new realms underneath the stars as we did when Cuivienen was our home.â
And then did mighty Feanor, Finweâs son, invoke that most regretful oath. To pursue with hate to the ends of the earth any elf, god, or hand of fate that should hold from his grasp a Silmaril.
Up arose the sons of Feanor, to join their father in his dreadful pledge. Red-haired Maedhros, silver- tongued Maglor, Celegorm the hunter, crafty Curufin, Caranthir the cruel, and Amrod and Amros youngest twins.
Many other hearts were swayed to his cause, by the promise of wonders in lands undiscovered underneath the stars. No love did they bore him, who spoke thus in anger, but gladly they joined him with desire in their hearts.
And so did Galadriel, golden-haired daughter and Fingon the valiant take up their bright banners to seek out new fortunes in a world under shadows, created by Morgoth in ages uncounted.
Then rose in defiance brave Fingolfin, half-brother to Feanor, his armor resplendent, with a large host behind him, not caught up in rash passions that might lead to disaster in this home of the Valar.
Of caution and patience he spoke unrelenting and many ears followed to Feanorâs dismay. For Fingolfin was valiant and beloved of many and the elves still awaited the response of Manwe.
Then strife arose amongst the elves, betwixt the brothers quarreling, and blades were raised on hallowed ground with heated words though in the end mighty Feanor had the mastery.
In over-haste he drove them quickly for he feared their hearts might waver and with spirits cooled with council, forsake his ill-advised endeavor and return to those who waited on the heights of Taniquetil.
It seems his fears were proven justly for most the Noldor loved Fingolfin, and would rather see the crown of Finwe pass to him and not the elder though the words of Feanor still pushed them forward.
Onward with divided host, the Noldor took the bitter road. Fingolfin looked with sadness backwards at the palaces and places, built by hands with love and patience, never to be seen again.
But ere the trumpet blared itâs last note a herald of far-seeing Manwe approached, warning the Noldor against their doomed exploit then turning to Feanor he spoke.
âMighty Feanor by your own words are banished and soon you will learn with regret your mistake for Morgoth is greater than oaths spoken brashly and from the Valar ye shall get no aid.â
âFor the hour is evil and ever before you are troubles and dangers ye cannot relate so turn back ere the shadows of fell words enfold you and trust in the power of Manwe.â
Mighty Feanor laughed and responded, âHave not we found trouble and danger before us? Are not the Trees sundered, their bright light now lost? The shadows surround us and yet we flee not.â
âNay ye great Noldor do not seek to abandon the heir to fair Finwe unjustly to exile, alone with his brethren. But follow and we will bring sorrow to gladness and shake the foundations of the great and the wise.â
The words of mighty Feanor overmastered thoughts of caution or wise council, and with tromp of feet proceeded till the light of Tirion retreated, until thoughts of home receded into the crisp night air.
Northward where the sea grew shorter Feanor pushed them for he fathomed that those leagues would best be conquered with the ships the Sea- elves crafted on the quays of Alqualonde.
But Olwe, sea-king, was not persuaded by Feanorâs words and tried to steer him, from his path of doom and treason and refused him ships and sailors, not perceiving by such action, evil was at hand.
Mighty Feanor spoke with rising anger. âIs this the repayment for friendship rendered when the Teleri were but late-coming creatures and my people succored and crafted their houses of coral and pearl?â
Olwe sea-king responded rightly. âNay, we forget no service given by the Noldor but pray forgiveness betwixt them and the Valar trusting that theyâll redress all wrongs.â
âBut our ships we built with our hands, lovingly and will not give them for we say that like those jewels you wish to reclaim we could not remake their glory and their loss would grieve us greatly for our hearts are theirs.â
Feanor, so rebuffed, retreated till most the Noldor host had gathered, then with thoughts both dark and guileful, whispered plans to sons and soldiers marking when the watch was lessened at the harbor gates.
Secretly the Noldor vanguard manned the ships but were thrown over by the sea-elves desperate sailors and a battle quickly started, fierce and deadly, on the harbor though no victor could emerge.
Brave Fingolfinâs forces, late arriving, mistook the sea-elves for the villains, so joined in the fateful melee turning fast the tide of battle, til at last it was a slaughter out upon the quays.
The pearls of Alqualonde darkened, red with blood their souls departed, back to Mandos cold and frightened, parted from their ships and shore-lines, grievously they mourned.
So for the first though not the last, elf slew elf a bitter jest, though Feanor laughed indeed in triumph, raised his banner on the mast-head and resumed the journey northward, with the sea-elf fleet.
Uinen, maia of the sea-ways, wrathful at the wrongful slaying, sent the swan-ships rocked and reeling, so that many capsized over and the Noldor sailors foundered underneath the waves.
Northward with their fleet in tatters and the ground troops feeling worn, mighty Feanor and the Noldor felt the west wind, cold and callous, for itâs bitter breath brought to them tidings from the voice of doom.
Mandos, Doomsman of the Valar, thundering into their ears, called down the wrath of greater powers and pronounced his judgment justly and that sentence echoed endless in their souls throughout the years.**
Cursed he made them and foretold that ever would their oath betray them and the blood they spill precede them as their goal eludes their fingers and if hands be raised in pardon, it will be denied.
But Feanor cried in mad defiance, âOaths we swore unto the highest, fearlessly we carry on, not fit to play the part of cravens til we regain what was our own.â
Some there were though, in repentance, turned aside shame-faced and stricken. For they felt the will of Feanor sicken with his dark deeds and fell speeches, so returned and were forgiven under Tirionâs gate.
Brave Fingolfin shared their sadness but resolved to carry on. For his hands blood-stained werenât guiltless and he feared to leave his people or to face the Valarâs judgment for his grievous wrongs.
With grim resolve and leadened footsteps, til the cold lands rose above them, and the smashing of the dark waves broke against the grinding-ice. The Noldor reached a crucial impasse before the Helcaraxe.
There the sea was at its shortest, destination near at hand, but in between the ice was deadly and to cross it court disaster for one slip or quick collision, would precede a watery end.
Fierce debate and then dissension rose again unceasingly and Feanor found his hold diminish as the grumbling increased as it was found they were too many to all sail on the lessened fleet.
Fell Feanor and his sons conspired, while the weary host was resting, secretly to sail the swan- ships with their loyal entourage until they made the distant coast-line and set foot upon itâs shores.
Red-haired Maedhros asked his father, âWhom shall we send ships for second, brave Fingolfin your half brother? Or perhaps the valiant Fingon whose great might would be a blessing in the coming fight.â
Fell Feanor with contempt responded, âThose we left I count no asset, useless baggage gladly offset. Let them grovel back to bondage and subsist on Manweâs breadcrumbs, while we press for greater conquests and the Silmarils!â
Then he set the ships to burning so the flames leapt high to heaven and their like has not been copied. Still the sea-elves mourn their passing for they placed in their creation, all their love and craft.
The smoke ascended as an omen to those upon the further shore and brave Fingolfin, fist raised in challenge, swore he would redress such treason that fell Feanor had bore.
And so with grim determination, undeterred by frost and head-winds, brave Fingolfin son of Finwe, raised his banner high before him, for his people followed freely and the songs of that endeavor will be sung until the end.
So both the oath that Feanor spoke and Mandosâcurse bore ill-wrought fruit in that the sundered Noldor forces could not, divided, conquer Morgoth and his subtle dark devices slowly brought them all to ruin.
For Feanorâs wrath would be his downfall as the Balrogs closed around him. But his death would not bring solace for his sons took up his banner and their oath brought them to madness till the world was changed.
Sing, O Nienna, of Feanorâs folly. Pride precedeth the fall of the wise and the mighty. And sing as we sail on the waves of the west-wind, until our tale is done.
 ** The Prophecy of the North or the Doom of the Noldor (Preserved from the chapter of the Silmarillion entitledâOf the Flight of the Noldorâ)
âTears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains. On the House of Feanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also. Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they be for ever.
âYe have spilled the blood of your kindred unrighteously and have stained the land of Aman. For blood ye shall render blood, and beyond Aman ye shall dwell in Deathâs shadow. For though Eru appointed to you to not die in Ea, and no sickness may assail you, yet slain ye may be, and slain ye shall be: by weapon and by torment and by grief; and your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos. There long shall ye abide and yearn for your bodies, and find little pity though all whom ye have slain should entreat for you. And those that endure in Middle-Earth and come not to Mandos shall grow weary of the world as with a great burden, and shall wane, and become as shadows of regret before the younger race that cometh after. The Valar have spoken.â
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Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner Part 6 They pushed their way southeast through the forest, bear, maiden and warrior, looking for any signs or scent of the young man who had gotten lost somew...
The elf who called herself Laralini sat at the top of the hill, regarding Mericc with bright curious eyes as he came up to rest. Her companion, the great bear Morko, lay at her side, his gaze much more watchful and intense, and Mericc thought to himself that no better watch-warden could be found for one such as her. He wondered what errand brought them to this forest. Even having traveled with several, the ways and manners of the elves were often strange to him. But most of all he wondered where Graham's son was, and if he was too late.
 "When I first heard your' singing, I had thought you were perhaps Bombadil's wife Goldberry", Mericc said as he sat down beside her. "But, there is no mistaking elvish singing for anything else."
  Laralini smiled and opened a pack that she had behind her and pulled out an elixir of greenish liquid. "No, I am not her, though I do not begrudge you the mistake. She is a wise and fascinating person, I had great pleasure in meeting her when I came into these woods". She unstopped the elixir and the air was infused with a sweet aroma that unburdened the spirit and cleared the mind. "Drink this, but not too much, it is very potent". Mericc drank a little and almost instantly the weariness of the previous battle subsided and muscle and limb felt rejuvenated and fresh.
 "Well, I do hope that helps", she said, "though I am afraid it cannot do much for the look of you, there must be quite the tale of adventure to that!" Mericc looked himself over and couldn't argue the point, his armor bore the dents and scratches of the fight with the bears and he was coated in mud and grime. "Just a bit of a tussle with some of the fine denizens of these woods, a pack of foul looking bears that I had never encountered in here before", he replied.
"Goodness, whatever did you get involved with them for?" Laralini exclaimed.
"I wasn't exactly planning on it!", Mericc retorted. "I am in these woods on a mission and ran across the bears by a shallow pond. They attacked and I was forced to fight them off. It was fortunate that your bear friend came to help when he did."
 Laralini frowned at this. "I do hope nobody was hurt too badly...but", she looked off towards the direction of the pond, "I guess if you and Morko are here then the others must be dead. Still, I don't suppose you can blame them for attacking, you WERE trespassing on their grounds."
"They didn't give me much of a chance to leave", Mericc remarked rather annoyed.
  "I guess I can understand that though the loss of life is still saddens me" Laralini sighed. "There are some very dark places in these woods that I felt as soon as I entered and me and my dear Morko have steered clear of them as best we could. But I suppose one of your kind does not find it as easy to sense the ways of the trees as well as elves do."
"I assure you Lady, I do not kill if I do not have too", Mericc said. "But there are many times in my line of work where it is unavoidable."
 The elf maiden considered him for a moment before speaking. "I am afraid that my experience with the younger race is very limited and so far I have found myself disappointed. The men I have come across have seemed to me either brutish and coarse or weak-willed and cowardly, not at all like the heroes that I read about in the old stories. But you are different Mericc Angadraug and I wonder if perhaps I've just been exposed to the wrong sort in my journeys. To have taken on those evil creatures as you did was very brave." She paused and Mericc took the opportunity to ask what had brought her into the forest to begin with. She looked down at the flower that she had been studying earlier and began.
 She had been born in Lothlorien and for years uncounted had walked in the gardens and pathways of that most elvish of lands. But it was not in the flowers of the vales or the splendor of the mallorns that she found her love, but in books and tomes of lore was her heart ever given. She spent endless hours pouring over the many volumes in the library of Caras Galadhon, and learned much of the wisdom and knowledge that the elves had accumulated throughout the ages. But mostly she loved tales of the far off lands beyond The Golden Wood and stories of heroes and adventures in years long past. She delighted in passages about the glory of Gondolin, marveled over the love of Beren and Luthien and trembled at the might of Thangorodrim and the greatness of it's fall. Many a night she dreamed of the wide world and the many places and people she had only ever read about.
 But the journey is hardest that is never begun and whenever she would get it into her heart to leave Lothlorien, she would look around and see the beauty of the land and the glory of it's people and always she thought 'Maybe next year'. One day while she was reading about Ents and their search for the Entwives, she looked up and saw the Lady Galadriel before her.
"Long have I watched you study my books of lore and observed you starry-eyed as the minstrels sang songs of days gone by", She said. "It has not been difficult to see the wishes of your' heart and the fears that bind it. I think in this I may be able to help you Laralini, follow me."
 She beckoned and Laralini followed, her eyes downcast, cheeks flushed. She had always been in awe of the Lady Galadriel who had never spoken directly to her. In a daze she wound her way through the streets until they came to the gate to Galadriel's personal garden. She walked transfixed by the loveliness of all that was around her. Here the beauty and essence of Middle-Earth stood sharper and more poignant than in anywhere else in the world. In the center was a basin of silver and it was to this that the Lady Galadriel made her way.
 "Look into the mirror Laralini and you will find all that you have dreamed of and more". She motioned to the young elf who trembled with anticipation as she ascended the few small steps to the mirror's edge. "You will learn much of things that will fulfill the yearning of your spirit and much that you might wish unlearned, but in both you will gain much profit in knowledge and wisdom. I cannot see where it shall end for you, but if you are strong enough to look you may be strong enough to make it through."   Â
 "And so I looked", Laralini continued. "At first there were only the stars overhead but then the waters opened up to a far green land of gently rolling hills that I had never seen before. As I bent down to get a closer look I saw to my amazement, a little people, the first people that I had seen who were not elves. I was completely enraptured. Suddenly as I got closer I felt the world close in around me, the garden fell away and the land before me came into sharper focus. I went into a swoon and when I woke up, I found myself in the land the inhabitants call The Shire. It was not long after that I came upon my friend here," she said smiling as she ruffled the fur on Morko's back. "We have been exploring the land ever since."
 A year ago Mericc would have found the tale unbelievable. But he had seen many unbelievable things, including The Golden Wood, so was inclined to believe this elf maiden, strange as her story was. Laralini went on, "I found the Halflings a fascinating race, there is nothing like them in any of the stories or books that I have read, I am sorry to leave their land behind. Our dealings with men have not been nearly as kind, I am afraid Morko had to deal roughly with a few unsavory ones that we ran across. I was beginning to think the promise of the younger race was all but spent until Morko found you. It is a shame the young man who crossed our path earlier was not more like you. I...."
 Mericc was up in a shot, "What other man?" All other thoughts vanished from his head, Morko growled in surprise at the warriors sudden movement, but the elf maiden calmed him.
 "He appeared to us out of the brush a couple hours ago", Laralini replied. "He was disheveled and unkempt and had a terrified look in his eyes. I tried to say something, but I am afraid he took one look at my Morko and went screaming off out of sight. I sent off my companion to find him but he must have lost his scent and come across you instead."
Mericc noticed the elf bite her lip and look towards the south, a worried expression on her face. "There are many dangers in this forest for the unwary and I fear the worst."
 Mericc looked over his armor and sword, preparing to head out. "I have been in many tight spots and perilous situations and have learned not to fear the worst until it arrives. I came into this forest looking for that boy and hearing that he is alive, or at least was a few hours ago, gives me hope that all is not yet in vain". The elixir he had drank earlier had healed him of much of his weariness and he felt that he was ready for what he thought would be the last stage of this journey. Laralini looked at him with wonder.
 "I consider myself fortunate to have made your' acquaintance Mericc Angadraug", Laralini said with a smile. "Perhaps there is some truth to the old stories after all." She picked up her pack and placed it on her back. "It would be a shame to part when I am sure there is much I could learn from one as traveled as you obviously are. I would be honored if you would accept me and my Morko's help in the noble task you have set before you."
 Mericc was inclined to refuse but he admitted that Morko at least would come in handy and he was intrigued by Laralini's story. They headed off deeper into the woods, the great bear in front smelling for any sign of young Tom.
 The misshapen bears closed the circle around the warrior, and Mericc knew that there was nothing for it but to fight. About half a dozen cruel looking bears with crueler looking teeth and claws now occupied the shallow pool, growling as they stalked the man they planned on making their next meal.
 They watched him now as he prepared for their attack, shield held in front of him, his back to an old oak that they had used as a gathering place since time out of mind. In fact it was to just such a gathering that had brought them there that evening. Normally they lived and hunted further north in the forest in great dens dug into the earth and rock. The Oak was only for special occasions, and here in this sacred place they find an intruder, they were not about to let him make it out alive.
  Mericc surveyed the situation from the oak husk, it didn't look promising. The lead bear was only about ten feet away, the others, farther out in the glade, made their way nearer. Soon they would have him completely surrounded. The warrior took a deep breath and prepared to strike the first blow, he wasn't about to wait and let them make a coordinated strike against him, one that he had a very small chance of surviving.
 Suddenly, before the first bear could react, Mericc charged and was upon him, his blade slashing across one of the bear's powerful shoulders. The bear roared in pain and lifted itself up to it's full height, the claws of it's good arm came down in a revenge stroke, looking to put an end to this man who had dared give it battle. But the experienced soldier was faster. As the beast brought his arm down, Mericc swung his spiked shield up under its' guard, fracturing it's jaw and sending it reeling into the shallow pool. Before it could recover, Mericc's sword struck a mortal blow, and the great bear fell dead.
 Growls, now angry and fierce, shook the glade as the other bears saw one of their number fall and they rushed at Mericc from all sides. He meet them as they came, injuring one, but as the rest got within striking distance, the guardian found himself hard-pressed and was forced to retreat backwards towards the oak stump. Fighting animals as big and strong as a fully grown bear had it's particular disadvantages, even a blow blocked with a shield jarred the body and risked knocking you to the ground if your footing was not solid. And a warrior off his feet very quickly becomes a dead warrior.
 Soon Mericc found himself with his back once again at the roots of the oak tree, he was bruised and battered but had given better than he had got, slaying another of the evil bears during the last exchange. The remaining bears prepared another attack and Mericc braced himself as best he could when a sound at the edge of the glade drew the attention of both bear and fighter.
 A roar, like to a bear and yet greater rang in the glade and Mericc saw one of the biggest bears he had ever seen come crashing through the brush. It was at least half again as large as the biggest of the evil bears, it's fur was a light brown and free from the scars and marks that covered those of the forest, and it was heading right towards them. Mericc sighed at his misfortune, and prepared for this new foe, things were looking grim.
 Feelings of foreboding turned quickly into those of shock, instead of attacking Mericc, the giant bear smashed into the nearest of his foes, sending it flying into the water. The other bears turned towards this unlooked for betrayal, attacking the newcomer with a fury, but soon found themselves vastly overmatched. Fur and claws flew as the giant bear fought with the three remaining bears, wielding his paws and teeth with ruthless efficiency.
 Recovering from his momentary shock, Mericc made a quick decision. This new bear might not be his friend, but he was definitely no friend of the bears of the forest. It might attack him as soon as it finished off the last of it's current foes, but somehow Mericc didn't think so. At the least, he felt honor-bound to help since the newcomer had gotten him out of immediate danger. Mind made up, he charged into the fray, engaging the dread bears who were occupied in deadly conflict with the massive one. Soon the last of them lay slain on the field and bear and man stood facing each other.
 For a moment they stood, both seeming to size the other up, experienced warrior and giant bear. Finally after pondering Mericc for some time, the bear turned around and headed back into the trees where it had come from. Before it made it to the edge though it looked back at the guardian and then back into the forest and Mericc wondered if it meant for him to follow. It wouldn't be the strangest thing he had done and since he had failed to find any leads as to where his lost worker was, he might as well see where this latest development would take him.
 The bear stood at the edge of the glade waiting and repeated the motion towards the trees. Warily Mericc followed, hand on the hilt of his sword, it didn't do to let your' guard down, even amongst apparent allies, not until you saw what their intentions really were.
 They travelled a little ways, the large bear in front leading the way, it was clear he knew exactly where he was heading. Mericc brushed a cobweb from his face and followed through the brush, keeping his eyes on the animal before him. As they walked a sound came to Mericc's ears, first faint and then louder as they went on, and Mericc felt his heart lighten at once. A soft and melodious female voice, obviously elvish, sang quietly and as he got closer to it's source, Mericc could make out words.
       "Oh! Flowers of the ancient wood
        Whose trees once spanned now faded lands
        Whose beauty passed all reckoning
        And all things made of mortal hands
        Speak of those who loved you dear
        And tended petal, leaf, and stem
        Then fled, to whither none can say
        Though in the breeze the wise still hear.
        Of Merillif, beloved of all
        Whose gardens rivaled elven gems
        Fair Neldorlas the nurturer
        Her flowers wondrous to recall
        Silloth laughed beneath the moon
        Unwearied hearts of fear and doubt
        While Rhosthorn ever vigilant
        Stood watch against the mounting gloom.
        Â
        Tell of Lenhwest's love and passion
        Never dimming through the years
        Of Dorollin whose branches skyward
        Spread to heaven like a bastion
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        Cordofoneth, gentle mother
        Sheltered all beneath her leaves
        But Braiglad, wild, warned disaster
        Untamed are the woods that love her
        Oh! Flowers of the ancient wood
        Sing of those spirits that you knew
        They wait for days now almost spent
        And yearn to see the spring anew."
 Visions of a time long past, when the forest was young and unspoiled, appeared to Mericc as he and the bear came to an opening in the tree's and it took an effort for his martial training to force him back to the present. But even then, the lingering notes gave him a greater appreciation of the forest, as something alien and yet, just as alive as he was, able to love and grow and also to despair and fall into ruin just as capably as himself. He looked up, and on a small hilltop sat an elf-maiden of quiet and graceful beauty, her hair was of the deepest gold graced with a circlet of white roses. She was singing to herself and Mericc noticed in her hands she held the petals of a flower that grew alone on the hilltop
 The elvish maiden looked up, a bright smile on her face as the bear and Mericc came into sight. "Dearest Morko, what have you brought with you?" She smiled and then laughed. "Do bring him here, it has been a long time since I have spoken with anyone but you, and as wonderful company as you are, it would be nice to speak with another". With that the bear, or Morko as she called him, ran over to her and laid himself at her side. The elf maiden stroked his fur as she regarded the warrior.
"Hail good traveler, please come and sit with me and my companion, you look weary and troubled and for that, perhaps I can be of some help", she smiled brightly. "My name is Laralini Lauremir."
"Mericc Angadraug at your service fair lady" He replied and bowed low. It would be good to rest a little but he looked up to see the first stars appear in the failing light, it was getting late, and he was running out of time.
Mericc made his way into The Old Forest, sword out and eyes on the alert. At first the going was easy since he was still on the outskirts where the brush was less thick and the trees more spread out, but he knew that this wouldn't last long, the forest wouldn't let him off that easy. He also knew that his previous trip into the woods wouldn't be of much help to him except as a general guide, the trees and the paths tended to shift from one place to the other or disappear entirely, leaving the unwary and unprepared wanderer lost and confused.
Many the time on his past visit Mericc remembered trying to double-back only to find a solid wall of trees or undergrowth blocking what was once a clear path. Still, he had a vague notion of the general layout of the forest and planned to make his way towards it's heart, the Withywindle river.
 The river cut through the center of the forest and anyone trying to make their way through would have to deal with it at some point so it was a good place to look for Tom or at least signs that he had passed that way. But there were still some miles before Mericc would reach it in a straight line, and it was uncertain how twisted a path the warrior would have to take to get there. Already the trees were getting thicker around him, dense brush made walking difficult in spots and Mericc was certain that he was tripped up by a low lying root that he was sure he had cleared a moment before. The air grew thicker as he went deeper in and the feeling of someone, or something, watching him became more and more pronounced.
"Just when a hunter would come in handy", Mericc grumbled, but Aqualondo was off chasing his latest object of affection and other friends were off on adventures of their own. As out of his element Mericc was, he would have to do this alone.
 A deep fog had settled on the forest and soon despite his best efforts, Mericc had gotten turned around. Dark trees with darker intent stared down at him menacingly, and the air was now thick with tension and foreboding. Mericc found himself turning at every rustle of the leaves and every creak and groan, could sense, more than see that things moved in the shadows, hating anything that intruded upon it's ancient homeland. Mericc gripped his sword tight, preparing to strike if needed, but how does one fight the very air around you, pressing in with the weight of years of built up anger? He could hear the wind, like whispers in the treetops, the forest was speaking to itself, and it's words were those of warning and death.
A thick branch fell from a nearby tree, almost hitting Mericc, he raised his shield up instinctively but nothing more fell. The trees looked down on him, their carved trunks forming faces cruel and malevolent, he was not welcome here. Roots and undergrowth grasped at him in the dark, their long tendrils seeking the places his armor didn't protect. He slashed out at them as he could, but their were many tree's, and their roots were long.
 Lesser men would break at times like these, but Mericc wasn't lesser men. He had fought dragons and trolls, faced certain death in many a battle and managed to bring him and his friends through it alive, he wasn't about to let a bunch of tree's get between him and his mission. He kept on, alert but undaunted, let the forest whisper and groan, he would meet it head on if he had too. He made his way in what he hoped was a southerly direction, trying to find a path that would strike the Withywindle and the first leg of his journey. Soon he felt the air grow less dense and the sense of dread and watchfulness pass, the way became a little easier, the forest had spent it's first stroke and Mericc wondered what the second would be.
 After a while the land started to slope downward and then ended in a sheer cliff of rock, carved through long years by the thing Mericc had been searching for, he had found the Withywindle. There it stood below him, as ancient as the forest around him, bathed in the soft light that managed to trickle down from the treetops. It was almost green from all the lichen that clung to every stone, and hundreds of water lilies floated on it's surface giving the river and almost ethereal quality to it.
The warrior made his way down a rough hewn and treacherous pathway to the edge of the waters. He had seen no sign so far of anyone else traveling through the forest and hoped that he wasn't already too late. Mericc looked up and reckoned by what little light he saw that he didn't have that many hours of daylight left and he didn't like the prospect of being in the forest after dark.
 Mericc searched along the north bank of the river, looking for any sign of the lost Tom. It was difficult work, the forest canopy allowed very little light to see by and the centuries of fallen leaves and bracken made finding tracks of any kind a struggle. He hoped the search would yield up something, the idea of returning to the bad patches of wood further north didn't thrill him and he was even less enthusiastic about returning to Adso's empty-handed. He pushed on, he was bound to come across something if he looked long enough, though in places like this, that something didn't always become something you wanted to find. This was one of those occasions.
 Looking up from the river-bank, Mericc found that the river had taken him to a wide glade, the waters of the river collecting themselves into a wide shallow pool. In the center of the pool was the large husk of an old oak tree. Only the bottom trunk was left, but it was clear that it had once been a mighty tree. Mericc went to investigate, such a dominant landmark might have drawn young Tom to it, and anyways, the river seemed to end here and Mericc had to decide his next move. As he made it to the trunk and started to look around a low growling sound told the warrior that Something had found him.
 It was a large bear, and yet like no bear Mericc had ever seen before. It's fur was shaggy and unkempt, it's hide ripped and torn with various gashes and bald patches, and it's eyes glowed with an evil red light. What foul arts had twisted such a terrible form Mericc didn't not know and didn't really care, the bear approached the warrior, it's teeth bared, it's gaze intent on the prey before it. Mericc planted his feet, shield held in front of him, sword prepared to strike, other bears materialized from other parts of the glade's edge and soon they had Mericc caught in a ring of death. His back was to the ancient oak, the bears approached slowly, they knew he had nowhere to go.
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  Mericc rode over the West Bree Bridge and into the countryside surrounding Bree. To his right, the slow rolling hills of the south fields spread on for miles and miles, occupied by various farmsteads and landholders who made up the major suppliers of foodstuffs and other raw goods for the area. If one were to travel farther north up the Greenway, he would find himself up into the North Downs, once a prosperous land, it was now hotly contested between the last of the northern rangers and the orcs who came down from Angmar. To his left, jagged, rocky slopes rose up, a boundary separating the dread of the Barrows from simple people who would much rather forget the horrors that laid in wait for those foolish enough to go seeking the treasures that were hidden there. A constant mist and fog hung over the Barrows, seeping down the heights and hanging ominously over the ruins of ancient fortification walls doomed to protect nothing. Mericc wrapped his cloak a little tighter, covering his armour to ward off the chill and continued on.
  It was some miles to Adso's camp so as he rode, the experienced warrior occupied himself by surveying the lands he passed in a military fashion. If he was an army, where would he camp? What were the natural chokepoints and defensive positions and how would he take them if he were the attacker. In his youth, he had shown a particular aptitude for ambushes, a skill that he had put to good use as he got older, and as he rode up on some fortification works he thought how they seemed a perfect place for just such an ambush. No sooner had the thought entered his head than half a dozen brigands jumped out, crude spears and clubs in hand, surrounded his horse and closed in on him sneering and guffawing.Â
 The lead brigand, a sallow looking fellow with a cut across his cheek, strode up to Mericc's horse with a pleased-as-can-be look on his face. "Wha have we here boys? A traveler on our road an don't even have the courtesy to stop by and give us even a how do ye do".
 The other brigands laughed while doing their best to look menacing, though Mericc found it difficult not to laugh, they were a sad lot that decided to accost him this day and he wished he had the time to teach them better manners. The leader went on, "Maybe he doesn't know that there is a toll for using this here road and that maybe he had better get to paying or we'll have to have ourselves a little sport at his expense". Behind him, his friends raised their weapons threateningly and advanced on the Guardian.
 "I am afraid you have your days mixed up friend", Mericc said unconcernedly, "I don't kill you yet. Come back tomorrow when my business for today is done and I'll be glad to oblige you". He watched as unsure looks passed between the brigand leader's companions, they were used to frightening farmers and peasant travelers, families who just wanted to be on their way without being harmed. Mericc's response had taken them aback. The leader of the brigands was not daunted though.
 "Oh Ho! A brave one we ave here. Well me haughty one, I say that there are six of us and one of you and tha we'll be doing the killing if ye don't mind. What is one lonely vagabond to us?"
  The brigand leader took a step forward, a wicked looking broadsword in one hand, his fellows a few tenative steps behind, scowled at Mericc and prepared to attack. They stopped short when they saw Mericc unloosen his cloak and let it fall behind him, showing the intricate plate armour and sword that hung by his side. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at them, a steely determined look in his eyes.
 "I have no time for the likes of you", Mericc snarled. "Now, get out of my path or I will strike you all down where you stand and if I ever see any of you again, this blade will be the last thing you ever see."
  The brigands now found themselves completely out of their reckoning, a couple dropped their weapons immediately and ran and the rest followed suit once they saw that the odds were no longer nearly as much in their favor as they liked. The leader with the scar looked left and right nervously as he found himself without his entourage and therefore without his courage, looked at the fully armed and dangerous warrior before him, and then decided that 'here' was not a very good place to be and that he should find someplace else to be right away. Mericc watched as he took off to rejoin his gang, resheathed his sword and continued on towards his destination.
  In a few hours Mericc came upon the worksite, it looked like a ghost town. Some temporary work tents and half constructed buildings were all that Mericc could see of what had been an apparently thriving construction project a couple of days before. At first it looked as if nobody was there but as Mericc approached he could hear sounds coming from the main tent. The warrior dismounted from his horse, unstrapped his shield from the back of his horse and unsheathed his sword again, no sense in taking chances. Sounds of someone talking frantically came from the tent flap but stopped when they heard Mericc approach, the flap opened and a lone hobbit came out. Mericc put his weapon away and lifted his hands palm out in a sign of peace.
"Hullo! Who are you? What do you want?" The hobbit asked suspiciously. He was an aged red-headed hobbit with bags under his eyes and lines of worry etched across his face, he held a mace in one hand that he waved at Mericc threateningly.
"Mericc Angadraug at your' service" the guardian nodded, "I hear you have a missing boy, lost in the Old Forest, I am here to help".
 Adso let down his guard, for who else could it be but the foreman of the camp. "Terrible, Terrible business", Adso shook his head, "Whole timetables, schedules ruined, supplies run short, workers all sent home."
"Not to mention a boy missing", Mericc added in a bit annoyed.
  The hobbit pointed an angry finger up at the fully armed warrior, "Don't get pert with me!" Adso retorted. "You think I don't feel bad for Graham's kid? Well I do, but I have to think also of all the other families who might not have money to eat this coming winter if we don't get this project back on track. Dratted brigands and short supplies and now a person lost in that dreaded forest. It's enough to make a grown hobbit weep". Adso ran his fingers through disheveled hair, it was clear he had had a rough time of it the past couple days.
Mericc nodded, "That is why I am here, I was planning on heading into the forest to see if I could find Graham's kid or at the least confirm that he is dead."Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
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"Well you certainly don't need my permission!" Adso retorted and waved his hand in the direction of the forest, "It's right there, go on in if it pleases you, you look the sort who can handle himself. There is a path nearby that leads right in, clear as day. But don't go raising any hopes, Graham's son Tom has, like as not, come to a very bad end." Adso shook his head regrettably.
  Mericc tied his horse up to a post nearby. "Like as not, but if he's alive I promise to bring him back out." Mericc headed towards the forest, looking for the path that Adso had mentioned. He found it some time later, a cut between two hills leading into the dark wood. Two large tree's, like sentinels, guarded the entrance and beyond The Old Forest, menacing and dangerous. Mericc took a deep breath and plunged in.  Â
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Ok I admit it. It was me :)Â But when I heard that King Thingol was supposedly 9' feet tall, his fight with the dwarves and the logistics involved just popped into my head :)
 The Guardian sat at a table in the Prancing Pony, drinking a mug of honey mead and listening to the minstrel ply his trade by the fireplace. Stories and news flowed like Barliman's Best in the inn that night. Dark things were rumored to have been seen on the outskirts of the Breeland, brigands, once nothing more than disorganized ruffians, now roamed the hills and forests in ordered companies, preying on even those who were prepared. Rumors of war and strife in the south were on every lip and in each uneasy glance, but Mericc knew these were not just rumors, he knew how very real the danger was.
  The tale of the battles and experiences he had in the conflicts in Dunland and the borders of Rohan the past couple months were told by the bruises and aches in his body and the deep lines of care that etched a face far too young to have them. He had performed valiantly, always at the forefront of the fight, lending his shield to whomever needed it be he friend or stranger, as long as there was a need. He had protected many a life but had also lost many a friend to war and misfortune and the weight of the loses wore heavily on him. 'You cannot save everyone' they told him, but it did not make the burden any lighter. He was weary and hoped to spend some time in Bree to rest and recuperate. There was a bridge into Rohan calling him to new adventures, but before that storm a moment of peace.
  His thoughts drifted from their inner musings and back to the common room of the inn. The minstrel, a drunken dwarf, was playing a ridiculous song about a disappearing hobbit and the Man on the Moon, while the Innkeeper greeted a group of workmen who had just arrived at the inn. The group was led to a table near Mericc and he soon gathered that they were employed at Adso's camp, a worksite along the western road leading through the southern breefields. They were a disheveled and somber lot, mulling over glasses of wine and picking at their food occasionally, more to take their mind off of their troubles than to fulfill any need. They spoke in whispers and Mericc was about to return to his own troubles when one of the men broke down.
"There, there Graham", one of his companions spoke "I know it's hard, but we don't know anything for sure yet" The look on his face betrayed his thoughts though and Graham found no comfort in them.
"He's gone I tell you and it's all my fault." the one called Graham sobbed, "I never should have mentioned what I'd heard about that damned spring in the Old Forest, and now my boy has run off and gotten himself eaten by some wolf or worse than that".
"It wasn't you're fault" consoled his friend. "The boy was headstrong and knew our need, what with brigands harrassing all the old waterways and wells, making it difficult for Adso to keep work going. He knew that if Adso's venture went sour, a lot of good people would go hungry this coming winter. He's young and no wonder he'd go grasping after any straw he could find. I promise we'll do all that we can to save him."
  But Graham was unconvinced, "Pah, speak sense Will, you know there is no surviving the Old Forest, anyone that goes in there don't come out ever. He's lost to me, my only son, Gone". Graham put his head in his hands and did his best to drink the sorrow away.
  Mericc sighed as he listened, but he was tired, tired in every bone in his body. How many sons had he seen killed? How many fathers and brothers and mothers lost to senselessness and war? Why should he always be the one to put aside personal needs for the good of the many? He was weary, let someone else save this one, he had done enough, what was one raindrop amongst the torrent of sorrow and misery of these days? He called to Barliman to bring him another mead and sat alone with his thoughts.
...A short while later he was fully armed and packing up his horse for Adso's worksite, he couldn't help it, he knew even the smallest raindrop was worth protecting.
 He rode his horse through the main street towards the west gate, under arched overhangs and past dark cobbled houses filled with the goings on of daily life. Some people stared at Mericc as he passed, his intricately carved armour and many pointed shield was something they were not used to seeing in a land that was still, mostly, unaffected by war. Mericc hoped that they would never see a time when more of his kind were present. Not far from the gate he came to a section of the town reserved for smiths and craftsmen and here he paused and turned left. There was something he had to do before he left Bree.Â
 The sound of many hammers ringing and fires stoked by the bellows greeted his ears as he trotted past the many forges and smithies in this quarter of the city. The warrior was an accomplished metalsmith himself, but that is not what brought him to this place, he rode on past the cacophony of hammer and tong and blade. As he left the crafter's homes he guided his steed under the Ironmonger's Gate and went a little way more before dismounting at the entrance to an ordinary looking house in an unassuming part of the city. The sounds of children at play greeted his ears as he approached, a welcome sound that he had not heard in some time. He knocked and before long the door was opened and a warm smile greeted him.
"Mericc! so good to see you. I had heard that you were in town and wondered if you were going to come see us", said the woman who answered, a pleasant girl with bright eyes, her dark hair put up into a hastily made bun, a small child in her arms. "Come in".
 Mericc smiled, "It is good to see you Reirosa, it has been longer than I would wish". A crash interrupted their conversation and Reirosa turned on the two other children in the house "Leish! Lindy! If you two don't behave there'll be trouble for it, now settle down, we have a guest". The two children straightened up but Mericc could see that they had too much pent up energy to stay put for long.
 "I think you have more than enough on your hands at the moment", Mericc quietly laughed, then looked at the small child in her arms. "I am glad to see she is doing well".
 "She gets an unnatural chill to her from time to time but she is doing fine thanks to you", Reirosa said "She's a strong one too, can't keep a rattle but a few days before she's broken it, but I suppose that is too be expected seeing what you rescued her from."
 Mericc looked at the child thoughtfully trying to mask feelings of worry and regret, but his eyes told all and Reirosa gave him a look of understanding. "Will you be staying?" She asked. "I have supper just about ready and we'd love to have you". But the warrior only shook his head.
"I would like that and had meant to do so but unfortunatly duty calls me again. I will stop by again after it is all over. Do you need anything more from me?" He asked.
 Reirosa looked back at the two other children who had run out of self restraint and had gone back to their noisy play, "Six more arms if you can spare them, but I think that is beyond your ability" she laughed. "No, you have done enough, safe journeys and I'll see you again when you come through. Supper is at five, and you're always welcome." She smiled and they said their good-byes. Mericc remounted his horse and rode on towards the west gate, his heart a little lighter knowing that not all his endeavors were in vain. The Sun was high as he passed out of Bree and into the surrounding countryside. Adso's camp was not that far and neither he remembered was the danger of the forest he knew he was going to have to overcome in some way.
This entry sponsored by Greenwood Brown Mead. Motto: âIf you can remember your first glass of Greenwood Brown Mead, you are NOT drinking Greenwood Brown Mead.â
And boy do I need a drink these days. Apparently while I was traveling around or lying passed out in a Thangorodrim dungeon, the Valar went and created a second race to people Middle Earth with. As if elves were not enough, really?
I am not sure what the Valar were thinking when they came up with the Second born but it may have gone âso to the First-born we shall give everlasting life, great wisdom and beauty, and empathy with the land, and to Mortals we shallâŠnot. Oh and stick an expiration date on them too, thanks!â
But itâs not all bad I suppose, one of the perks of mortality is that you donât have to listen to Lord Glorfindel brag about that time he killed the Balrog and saved the Gondolin refugees for the six thousandth time. Everybody knows the Balrog slipped on your bottle of Tumladen Berry Shampoo. Enough already!
So after a couple of the houses of men helped the elves topple Morgoth, the Elf-friends were given a special island called NĂșmenor. This was placed in the west so that the elves of Aman could exchange pen pal letters with them or something. This is a shame because the men who were left in Middle Earth couldnât light a wall sconce if you spotted them the torch the wall and the sconce. Anyways off to go drinking with the Lindon elves, an activity that I probably will not remember tomorrow morning.
Yen Two
Goodness! Another shock as I ran across dwarves for the first time ever. One misses a lot apparently when your two chief activities are wood elf parties and elvish maidens (Not that Iâm complaining).
A stunted cave dwelling people the dwarves have had a hard time of it from the start. A friend of mine tells me that they were created by AulĂ« before the beginnings of time, which rankled Eruâs nerves because nobody likes people cutting in line and that spot WAS reserved for the elves. But AulĂ« did some high level begging and Eru decided that heâd bless AulĂ«âs creation, but there was a catch.
Eru: âSo Iâll let the dwarves in but theyâll have to stay as isâ
AulĂ«: âWait! But Iâm only half finishedâ
Eru: âSorry kid. I have decidedâ
AulĂ«â *mumbles* âBut I havenât even made the females yetâŠ.â
Or at least I imagine thatâs how that conversation went. A large contingent of them is supposedly leaving Ered Luin to build a new kingdom off in the Misty Mountains out east. Maybe now I wonât have to keep cleaning beard hairs out of the bathroom sink.
Yen Five
I decided to do a little traveling myself since itâs gotten a little dull around here. I had heard that a large group of elves went east to Eregion to see what mischief they could cause and Iâm always down with a little mischief.
I set out and soon came across a party of Noldor and Teleri who were on their way to the same place, lucky me! We set up camp after a long day of travel and broke out the wine and song. So after much partying, this blonde hair chick asks me if I want to âSee her Mirrorâ and Iâm like. âHey whatever youâre calling it these days, Iâm for itâ.
Yen Seven
WellâŠapparently thatâs NOT what they are calling it nowadays and it turns out sheâs Celebornâs wife Galadriel, a big mucky muck Noldor who apprenticed with Melian way back when. Needless to say Celeborn was not pleased with me. I think she rather liked it though, but that may have been the wine speaking.
So Iâm sitting in a prison cell in the new kingdom of Hollin âThinking on my mistakeâ or so Celeborn put it. Whatever dude, youâre just mad because me and the boys used to make fun of you for the name you went by in the First Age that I will not mention here (Hint: Itâs Teleporno).
Yen Eight
Finally released from prison and itâs about time. I thought I was going to die on half a cup of wine a day prison rations. What does Celeborn think I am an animal? So Iâve decided to head back to Ered Luin where elves are a bit more reasonable.
On my way out I passed some guy named Annatar or something who offered me some jewelry but I declined. Something just doesnât seem right about him but Iâm not sticking around long enough to find out, especially after appropriating some of Celebornâs prized Hollin White Wine. I figure he owes me.
Yen Twelve
It seems that I got out of Hollin just in time because it turns out that Annatar was actually Sauron returned. He sure can clean up well when he wants to. He managed to trick the great elven smith Celebrimbor into helping him forge rings of power that he attempted to use to ensnare the elves as his slaves.
Really though Celebrimbor should have seen through Sauronâs disguise, especially when he left his e-mail address as [email protected]. But fortunately the elves averted disaster if only for a little while.
It was rumored that Sauron tried to influence Gil-Galad and the wood elves of Lindon first but their policy towards strangers at the time was to fill them full of arrow holes and ask questions later. This is probably why you never see any door-to-door salesmen in wood elf lands.
The men he ensnared with nine of his rings were not so lucky. Although being second-born he probably didnât have to go to such great lengths to fool them. It wouldnât surprise me if he just walked up to them and said âI have a joke, Pull my ring fingerâ. They did and became eternal servants to his dark will. That Sauron, such a kidder.  Fortunately the NĂșmenorians arrived with a large fleet and sent Sauron packing back to Mordor. Maybe men arenât so bad after all!
Yen Twenty-Two
Been a while since Iâve written but then itâs been all sorts of crazy around here for quite a while and even Gil-Galadâs kingdom hasnât been the safest place. So after Sauron was defeated the first time he went back to Mordor and started building up his power again. After a while he decided he was ready and declared himself âLord of the Earthâ.
This offended the current king of NĂșmenor Ar-PharazĂŽn, who was all like âOh no you didnât! I already copyrighted that titleâ and war it seems was inevitable.
After a couple years preparation, Ar-PharazĂŽn brought the full weight of NĂșmenorâs might down on Sauron and let me tell you, he brought EVERYBODY. A couple hundred thousand of the most intimidating, orc-killingest NĂșmenorians prepared for battle and challenged Sauron to fight.
In the face of this impressive force Sauron was not daunted though. He attempted to bring up his army of orcs, but one look at the ridiculously well-armed men and the orcs all suddenly remembered that they forgot an important dental appointment and fled the field and Sauron lost by default. He was taken prisoner to NĂșmenor where hopefully he canât cause any more trouble for Middle Earth.
Maybe Iâve misjudged mankind after all and they do deserve a chance. So I think Iâll take a trip to NĂșmenor and see what they are all about. Iâll pass the time getting to know the culture and taunting Sauron for being such a douche. With him behind bars, whatâs the worst that could happen honestly?
Yen Twenty-Three
I had to ask. I really wish lands would quite sinking into the ocean as its getting quite repetitive. So Sauron the Eternal Fun-killer toppled NĂșmenor and now Iâm sitting around with Gil Galad and a bunch of drenched NĂșmenorians who are preparing to put an end to his drama once and for all.
They asked me to come along but battles are not really my scene. Iâm going to go to Greenwood like I should have at the beginning of this Age to live with the wood elves there. I hear Thranduil just had a son and wood elf birthing parties are not to be missed.
