Desolation, Gofi and the Balrog
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Claim: Tolkien verse, General Series
Prompt: Dark
Title: Desolation
Author: Losseniaiel
Rating: PG-13
Length: epic
Brief summary: A very chilling AU where the Ring falls into Sauron's hands and Frodo has failed in his quest. As Middle-Earth falls into darkness and despair, the only one who may be able to save them is Elrond. This fic is truly a magnificent story, in many ways it captures Tolkien's tragic-heroic quality that made LoTR so powerful. Losseniaiel has a wonderful gift of creating images and scenes that absolutely take your breath away.
"The Lord and Lady live yet," Haldir said quietly, understanding something of Elrond's fear, the panic seeping into his voice. "The Golden Wood is lost, and many of our people slain, but not all hope has died with them. The Lord and Lady lead the remnants westwards into the plains and the Wilderland, where it may be that they shall fight yet for the freedom they lost. There they shall open a new front to this war, that time may be bought for the true fight, which is now yours alone."
Elrond tried to remind himself that Galadriel was hardly powerless, even without the ring; no disciple of Melian could be that. But the bundle weighing heavily in his palm would not allow his mind surcease. This had been a great power to relinquish willingly, and he was shaken to his core that his indomitable hervess-naneth, who for all her many undeniable virtues could not be doubted to crave power, had given this up to him.
Almost of their own accord his fingers worked the knot loose, drawing the silken cords apart, and Nenya fell out into his palm, the adamant glinting brilliantly in the scant light.
"If she lives yet, why does she send this to me, to danger? It would have been better by far that she kept it by her." He paused, frowning. "Is this indeed the truth, that she lives?"
Haldir raised one eyebrow with a hint of disdain. "It is the truth indeed. My lady knew there would be doubt within you and bade me speak her message: ‘A great fate lies before you, son of Eärendil, whether you will it or no. What was once begun under the boughs of Tirion must be wrought to its conclusion by your hands. What was sundered must be healed. And oath’s undoing must be its final triumph. You take this ring to danger, and mayhap it shall bring you and I and all the world to ruin, yet if your path holds true, it shall be safer in your hands than in the depths of the sea or the roots of the mountains. And you shall know it when you see it.’ Thus spoke my lady, and bid me bring this thing to you."
Elrond twisted the Ring in his had, seeming to see a hundred thousand faces mirrored in its depths. The words had little meaning for him as of the moment, and yet he could feel their portentous weight, as if an iron bar had been set across his shoulders. The path was straight before him, although he could not see its ending, and indeed could scarce perceive his next step. Onwards he would go, to doom and to destiny.
Link:Desolation
Claim: Tolkien verse, General Series
Prompt: Discovery
Title: Gofi and the Balrog
Author: Levade
Rating:PG-ish
Length: short
Brief summary: Young Elladan and Elrohir discover that their Glorfindel is the same one in the tales with the Balrog. They have some questions for him. Very sweet, touching little fic.
Link:Gofi and the Balrog
Claim: Tolkien verse, General Series
Prompt: Dark
Title: Desolation
Author: Losseniaiel
Rating: PG-13
Length: epic
Brief summary: A very chilling AU where the Ring falls into Sauron's hands and Frodo has failed in his quest. As Middle-Earth falls into darkness and despair, the only one who may be able to save them is Elrond. This fic is truly a magnificent story, in many ways it captures Tolkien's tragic-heroic quality that made LoTR so powerful. Losseniaiel has a wonderful gift of creating images and scenes that absolutely take your breath away.
"The Lord and Lady live yet," Haldir said quietly, understanding something of Elrond's fear, the panic seeping into his voice. "The Golden Wood is lost, and many of our people slain, but not all hope has died with them. The Lord and Lady lead the remnants westwards into the plains and the Wilderland, where it may be that they shall fight yet for the freedom they lost. There they shall open a new front to this war, that time may be bought for the true fight, which is now yours alone."
Elrond tried to remind himself that Galadriel was hardly powerless, even without the ring; no disciple of Melian could be that. But the bundle weighing heavily in his palm would not allow his mind surcease. This had been a great power to relinquish willingly, and he was shaken to his core that his indomitable hervess-naneth, who for all her many undeniable virtues could not be doubted to crave power, had given this up to him.
Almost of their own accord his fingers worked the knot loose, drawing the silken cords apart, and Nenya fell out into his palm, the adamant glinting brilliantly in the scant light.
"If she lives yet, why does she send this to me, to danger? It would have been better by far that she kept it by her." He paused, frowning. "Is this indeed the truth, that she lives?"
Haldir raised one eyebrow with a hint of disdain. "It is the truth indeed. My lady knew there would be doubt within you and bade me speak her message: ‘A great fate lies before you, son of Eärendil, whether you will it or no. What was once begun under the boughs of Tirion must be wrought to its conclusion by your hands. What was sundered must be healed. And oath’s undoing must be its final triumph. You take this ring to danger, and mayhap it shall bring you and I and all the world to ruin, yet if your path holds true, it shall be safer in your hands than in the depths of the sea or the roots of the mountains. And you shall know it when you see it.’ Thus spoke my lady, and bid me bring this thing to you."
Elrond twisted the Ring in his had, seeming to see a hundred thousand faces mirrored in its depths. The words had little meaning for him as of the moment, and yet he could feel their portentous weight, as if an iron bar had been set across his shoulders. The path was straight before him, although he could not see its ending, and indeed could scarce perceive his next step. Onwards he would go, to doom and to destiny.
Link:Desolation
Claim: Tolkien verse, General Series
Prompt: Discovery
Title: Gofi and the Balrog
Author: Levade
Rating:PG-ish
Length: short
Brief summary: Young Elladan and Elrohir discover that their Glorfindel is the same one in the tales with the Balrog. They have some questions for him. Very sweet, touching little fic.
Link:Gofi and the Balrog
