Excerpt from a Silmarillion fic
Posted: 2003-06-18 03:34am
This is a bit from a work-in-progress fic that I've been working on.
For all of the ages past that had borne fruitless victories, the end of the Siege of Angband, known ever after by the Dagor Bragollach, was a most grievous wound against the pride of the Noldor. For it to rage for centuries and to end in the overwhelming defeat that it had was almost unbearable. The hand of the Dark Lord had grown long, and now it was a fist raised in the air in a gesture of boastful triumph.
The plains of Ard-Galen were scorched into a desert dotted with the charred bones of the elves who had spent years upon years trying to break Angband and bring about the final end of the Dark Lord. But in a burst of power, Angband released it's fury, spewing flames all over the once lush countryside. Those that did not come from the Iron Hell came from the bellies of Morgoth's dragons, led by Glaurung, the greatest of that kind.
And Fingolfin knew that when he stepped foot upon Ard-Galen, now to be known as Anfauglith, he was getting close.
He knew he rode to his doom, but his wrath drained all of the fear out of him. As he rode, he could think of nothing more than the thousands of years of shame wrought upon the Noldor by this ceaseless war. His kind had made their share of mistakes,
"Hear me, Accursed! Your true name I refuse to utter, but its meaning to the Valar is 'He Who Arises in Might.' You forsook the name Eru bestowed upon you when you made war on your own kind and all of their creations. Did you forsake the meaning as well? Where is the supposed might you wield? You seem to only send forth your creations to do battle with the Eldar and Edain. I think you fear to fight in single combat. Will Morgoth's cowardice grow to overshadow his cruelty?"
"Does this insect crave a slow death? Does he actually believe he can pose a challenge to me in battle?"
"It matters not to him, my lord," said Sauron. "His ire has risen. This is a great opportunity, given his title."
"Yes, I suppose. The High King of the Noldor challenging the one known as the Dark Lord in single combat. If his foolish kin believe he can actually defeat me, I imagine that they will write a song of it."
"Well, we shall sing of how I broke him in two and fed his bones to the ravens."
He turned slowly to the wall above his throne. Held on a rack made of human and elven bones, displayed for all to see as a symbol of his power, was Grond, the hammer of the underworld.
If you're a Silm fan, you know how this turns out. The battle I plan to write completely dialogue free as an homage ot the final action sequence in "The Last of the Mohicans." Hope this gets you interested in reading the rest of it.
For all of the ages past that had borne fruitless victories, the end of the Siege of Angband, known ever after by the Dagor Bragollach, was a most grievous wound against the pride of the Noldor. For it to rage for centuries and to end in the overwhelming defeat that it had was almost unbearable. The hand of the Dark Lord had grown long, and now it was a fist raised in the air in a gesture of boastful triumph.
The plains of Ard-Galen were scorched into a desert dotted with the charred bones of the elves who had spent years upon years trying to break Angband and bring about the final end of the Dark Lord. But in a burst of power, Angband released it's fury, spewing flames all over the once lush countryside. Those that did not come from the Iron Hell came from the bellies of Morgoth's dragons, led by Glaurung, the greatest of that kind.
And Fingolfin knew that when he stepped foot upon Ard-Galen, now to be known as Anfauglith, he was getting close.
He knew he rode to his doom, but his wrath drained all of the fear out of him. As he rode, he could think of nothing more than the thousands of years of shame wrought upon the Noldor by this ceaseless war. His kind had made their share of mistakes,
"Hear me, Accursed! Your true name I refuse to utter, but its meaning to the Valar is 'He Who Arises in Might.' You forsook the name Eru bestowed upon you when you made war on your own kind and all of their creations. Did you forsake the meaning as well? Where is the supposed might you wield? You seem to only send forth your creations to do battle with the Eldar and Edain. I think you fear to fight in single combat. Will Morgoth's cowardice grow to overshadow his cruelty?"
"Does this insect crave a slow death? Does he actually believe he can pose a challenge to me in battle?"
"It matters not to him, my lord," said Sauron. "His ire has risen. This is a great opportunity, given his title."
"Yes, I suppose. The High King of the Noldor challenging the one known as the Dark Lord in single combat. If his foolish kin believe he can actually defeat me, I imagine that they will write a song of it."
"Well, we shall sing of how I broke him in two and fed his bones to the ravens."
He turned slowly to the wall above his throne. Held on a rack made of human and elven bones, displayed for all to see as a symbol of his power, was Grond, the hammer of the underworld.
If you're a Silm fan, you know how this turns out. The battle I plan to write completely dialogue free as an homage ot the final action sequence in "The Last of the Mohicans." Hope this gets you interested in reading the rest of it.