This is just a thing rattling about in my head so...what to do with it? Give it some space and see where it goes.
Another Age had passed in Middle Earth since the passing of the Elessar. Much had changed. Hobbits diminished and became a secretive people. Durin's Folk became the stuff of legends. Elves became the stuff of dreams and starlight. Small pixie folk or wisened little men of evil temperment. Their wisdom and beauty all but forgotten. But in truth many lived as they had in the Third Age but with a few changes. A few Noldor still dwelt East of the Sundering Sea and the Silvan still walked amid the forest giants.
The Age of Men marched along. The Eldar watched as the greatness of the Westerness bloodline dwindled into misty memory. Orcs diminishe beyond recall but wars and strife plagued the world. But Men were blessed with a great love for their world and the Eldar did what they could to assist those who strove to preserve as much of world and their sense of valor and honor intact.
Again and again the very shape of the land around them changed. Earthquake, volcano, and flood reshaped the face of the Arda. Lands sank, while oceans rose. Rivers altered their beds or disappeared altogether. Cities were reduced to utter ruin or reclamied or rebuilt upon. As Aragorn's line faded so once again did the glory that was Gondor. But this time, there would be no king to reclaim and rebuild it.No steward would hold the throne for a future king. It would be abandoned as Lothlorien had been and just as lost.
But not all would be lost. Those few Noldo who were not yet ready to take ship would make their way east along the hidden way to the deep valley of Imladris. It was a sadder place since the leaving of its lord and keeper, but it's magic ran deep and it did not forget the Elder children. It cataracs still ran clear and the vast repository of knowledge that Elrond had collected and stored remained and its library was still available to those who knew it's secrets.
Anorlas, I like this! It feels like it is the opening chapters of another heroic tale in the evolution of Middle-Earth. Please keep it coming! I am enjoying this! Bear
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It almost fits in with The Adventures or Mayariel. A Book I am writing, only in mine the Elves are still there, as a are the Yrch and the Dwarves. I enjoyed reading this. Anorlas, you should write a Fan Fiction Book!
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Mine is still a " Masterpiece in the Making " Glorfindel. My editor is going through something right now and will have to get used to a new environment called Retirement. But if Anorlas is interested, we could work something out on IM and post it in here. But Anorlas beware, I am not of american heritage, my primary language was German, so I am still learning grammatically correct English. Sometimes I mix tenses and I have become aware now on grammar, so we both need to proof our works and make sure they don't give our PRimary English speakers hives when they read it.
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Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, Jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
The day was pleasent with a light breeze wafting through the valley. The sun was high warming the terrace and providing a good natural light to read by. Several books lay open on a table. One was of ancient maps showing Arda during the Second, Third and Fourth Ages. Another was far more recent showing more modern boundries and countries that had come into being since the beginning the the current age. The reader stood at the ballistrad that overlooked one of the rushing falls. Eyes lifted to the sky above the valley. The Elf hurrummphed as a streak of vapor mared the perfect blue. Man would invent their machines. Some useful, some far more distructive then ever they needed to be, but there you were. Mortals were curious creatures and not given to taking advice. Not even from their own voices of wisdom.
"Makes you glad that those are giant eagles up there, don't it?" A voice cut into his thoughts cheekly. The Elf half turned to give the small figure a glance over his shoulder. "Indeed, mistress Lily. I trust you slept well?" "Heh, with all that sound of rushing water under my window?" But there was a slight upturn of amusement to the corners of her mouth as she turned her gaze from the sky above to focus on him. "But the bed is quite adequite and the food is abundant and nicely done. So I cannot complain over much." The small Hobbit lass moved to the table and ruffled some of the pages of a book. "Do you think the great eagles still exist, master Sulrin? It would be sad to think that such wonderful creatures as they have gone." Sulrin moved to take a book from the table and moved to sit on one of the stone benches rimming the terrace. He beaconed her to join him. She did so climbing up a stepped divan that was provided just for that purpose. Sulrin positioned the book so that Lily could see the pictures. He turned to a page that depiced a very large bird flying above the tree line over a lake at sunset. "This is a book of legends and lore that have been collected from what is called the American Southwest. He pointed to the bird. "According to the woman who took this picture, this is larger then any eagle ever seen in the area. The natives speak of a creature called "the Thunder Bird". Even now there are people who are reporting such sightings. If they are true then the Eagles of Manwe are still watching over the peoples of Arda."
