[Anguirel]

RESULTS OF DAY TWO

With the King of Arda deposed, the Valar settled down in the Ring of Doom to discuss the succession.

"According to the law," Mandos pointed out, "Manwe's closest male relative should ascend the throne."

"But that is Melkor-Morgoth," Varda pointed out. "Surely it would be wiser to allow his Queen to take power?"

"Men will do that in Numenor eventually, and it won't work out too well." Tulkas rolled his eyes. Really, half the time none of them had a clue what Mandos was talking about.

"What about me?" piped up Eonwe.

"What about you? And you're not supposed to be here," Tulkas growled.

"But I'm Manwe's son by Varda."

"Not according to Canon you aren't..." corrected Mandos.

And so the debate raged. As the Valar argued, some, free thinkers like Ulmo and Aule, left in disgust; the others strove on, and dreams struggled with stars, plants with dances. Meanwhile, unnoticed by the squabblers, Ungoliant peaceably ate the Trees, as a cow chews on cud.

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RESULTS OF THE CHALLENGE

In the midst of all this madness, Feanor's fiery speeches won over all the Noldor. He and his sons swore thew famous Oath to reclaim the Silmarilli, and named Ingwe and Manwe in witness as a twisted joke. As a body, the Noldor prepared to leave Tirion for better lives across the Sea; their heaven was becoming a hell. There was only one method of crossing the ocean; the Teleri. Many had the demise of the Vanyar fresh in their minds, but Feanor was confident Olwe would agree to his proposal.

"Lo!" he cried to the Sea-King. "We are to leave this land of squabbling! Come with us you may! The perils of Morgoth are as nothing to the freedom that lies ahead..."

"Wait. We come with you? You don't just what to kill us and nick our ships?"

"Why would you think that? We Elves must stick together."

"That lying Mandos...yeah, we'll come, it's not as if anyone's told us not to."

As the fleet departed, Mandos cursed it just for fun.

Given an excellent wind by Uinen and Osse (who had backed Eonwe's rejected claim for Kingship of Arda) the united Noldor-Teler army soon arrived close to the shore. A few ships perished in a bit of random pent-up frustration from Osse, but no one with a name sank. And so it was that the host of the Elves with Tree-light in their eyes arrived in Middle-earth.

The battle with Morgoth's army that followed was named the Dagor-Nan-Pushover, and Morgoth's army was exterminated, though Feanor still managed to get himself burnt to a crisp by Gothmog.

It's Day One in Middle-Earth.

The contestants:

Tribes

VALAR

Elbereth
Ulmo
Mandos, Doom of

NOLDOR

Fingolfin
Finarfin
Maedhros
Maglor
Celegorm
Caranthir
Curufin
Amras
Fingon
Turgon
Aredhel
Finrod
Artanis aka Galadriel
Orodreth
Aegnor

TELERI/SINDAR

Olwe
Thingol
Celeborn
Mablung
Beleg
Daeron
Saeros
Eol

MAIA/ELF

Luthien

MAIA

Melian
Osse
Uinen
Huan
Tilion
Arien

FORCES OF EVIL

Morgoth
Ungoliant
Sauron
Gothmog

The third task: INHERITANCE LAW. Learn from the Valar's mistakes and ensure the High Kingship of the Noldor is passed on smoothly.