Flame of the Ainulindalë
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N4, 4978 Valian time
The years passed. Although the Maiar had no way of checking on the time as there were no connection to the world outside their narrow corridor of doom – and the pale yellow light stayed the same all the time – they were quite confident the twenty years had gone a long time ago. But still, there was nothing but more of the same.
And more of the same.
And more of the same.
And more of the same.
“Okay. What do you think happened out there?”, Inzil queried finally.
“Utumno was attacked… and destroyed upon us. That’s my two cents. And they have forgotten us.” Boro said looking resignedly.
“Maybe they just don’t know we’re here?”, Mänwe suggested.
“They will not forget us… now will they?”, Cailín thought aloud.
There was a silence.
“I refuse to believe they would forget us!”, wilwa stood up and yelled.
“They will be searching for us through the ruins!”, Greenie added with a glimmer of hope in her voice.
“They will be here any day now!”, Blind Guardian shouted.
There was yet another depressing silence. Everyone knew that was not the case. Through the years there had been no sounds of any search whatsoever.
~*~
Decades went by.
A century went by.
And another.
And almost a third.
~*~
Suddenly they heard sounds from outside.
“They are coming!” Skip yelled and rushed up.
“They are coming to rescue us, Eru be blessed!” Legate added in joy.
“I never stopped believing in this, I really didn’t…”, Shasta muttered shaking with joy.
“A group-hug! Everyone!” Eomer yelled.
“The joy!” Elronds daughter cried.
There was a loud boom and dust blinded their eyes. First thing they were able to see was a glimmer of fire, and a familiar figure standing in front of them surrounded by the subdued flames.
“Sauron…”, Mac and Rikae noted in unison,shivering.
“Long time, no see”, Sauron nodded to them and smiled widely. “Things are advancing...” He added with a triumphant look. “My Lord is coming back soon, stronger than ever. He will just finish a few blows to those goody-goodies first. But meanwhile he has reminded me about you and the experiment. There is rumour about time coming ripe for the second-born to appear. And lord Melkor is more than keen to be there in time, with the right means.
So it’s you then Inziladun. Any last thoughts?”
“Well, I was kind of ready to vote for someone else to save my life at one point, but then I was quite ready to take the axe instead of them others focusing on the baddies… I was just resigned, I guess… and then, well she looked suspicious but because she begged for my other suspect I just thought to save her… *sigh* It’s been a rollercoaster-ride. I’m not sure what I think or want.” Inziladun burst and slowly shook his head. “I’m innocent, though. Like I said.”
“I know you are.” Sauron laughed. “And you guys are showing interesting signs of confusion and resignation. It seems mortals don’t know what they want from their life and try to mirror it from others… who don’t know it either… and then it will be just random, like which voice surfaces on top. I will report these interesting things to my Lord alongside the tapes.”
“Oh, and before I forget.” He took his sword and slashed Zil in two.
With that Sauron vanished.
Inzil's body lay there on the floor, in two pieces, and slowly started hissing, turning into stone.
The living:
Eomer of the Rohirrim - An associate of Ossë, speciality: lochs and ponds, great alliance with frogs
elronds_daughter - A spirit of no-nonsense
Macalaure - Carmótar, the Maia of housework
Shastanis Althreduin - A spirit of water
wilwarin538 - Belongs to Vána, cares for all the small garden dwelling, winged creatures
Nessa Telrunya - The patron of town criers across the world
Pitchwife - Tender of Oromë's dogs
Rikae - A spirit in charge of silicon & static electricity
Boromir88 - A Maia of Mandos, the interpretter of dreams
A Little Green - A spirit in charge of aliens, hummingbirds and farming
Blind Guardian -A spirit of evil ways
Skip Spence - A follower of Aule with an avid interest in behavioural sciences
Mänwe - A spirit of short acquintances
Legate of Amon Lanc - A Maia associated with the unfathomed depths of the world's seas but also with the waters surrounding Arda in the outer space...
Aganzir - Aka. Firebeck, a spirit of fire
Caílin - A spirit of secrecy
The dead:
Satansaloser2005 - (Innocent) A spirit of ducks, muffins and cookies; reduced to ashes and dust on D1.
Ozban – (Innocent) Yavanna's underling with inferiority complex. Caretaker of undergrowth and small bushes in general, especially blackberries; ripped to pieces, dried and unintentionally pulverized on N2.
Kath – (Innocent) A spirit of nostalgy; ripped to pieces, dried and unintentionally pulverized on N2.
Loslote - (Innocent) A spirit of sunshine and rainbows; melted down and turned into vapor on D2.
Kitanna - (Hunter) A spirit of all things unimaginative; committed a willful suicide on N3.
Thinlómien - (innocent) A maia who lives in Lórien and paints the dreams of those sleeping there; her destiny was buried with Utumno collapsing over her body on N3.
Valier - (Innocent) A handmaiden of Yavanna, collecting the morning dew from the petals of flowers; her destiny was buried with Utumno collapsing over her body on N3.
Inziladun - (Innocent) A vassal of Námo, serving as a warden in Mandos; cut in half and turned to stone by Sauron on D3.
It's now Night 4.
Sauron will see that you sleep... well, most of you.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
Last edited by Nogrod; 01-09-2011 at 10:36 AM.
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