In Character Thread
Of the march of the host of the Valar to the north of Middle-earth little is said in any tale; for among them went none of those Elves who had dwelt and suffered in the Hither Lands, and who made the histories of those days that still are known; and tidings of these things they only learned long afterwards from their kinsfolk in Aman. But at the last the might of Valinor came up out of the West, and the challenge of the trumpets of Eonwe filled the sky; and Beleriand was ablaze with the glory of their arms, for the host of the Valar were arrayed in forms young and fair and terrible, and the mountains rang beneath their feet.
The meeting of the hosts of the West and of the North is named the Great Battle, and the War of Wrath. There was marshalled the whole power of the Throne of Morgoth, and it had become great beyond count, so that Anfauglith could not contain it; and all the North was aflame with war.
Before the rising of the sun Earendil slew Ancalagon the Black, the mightiest of the dragon-host, and cast him from the sky; and he fell upon the towers of Thangorodrim, and they were broken in his ruin. Then the sun rose, and the host of the Valar prevailed, and well-nigh all the dragons were destroyed; and all the pits of Morgoth were broken and unroofed, and the might of the Valar descended into the deeps of the earth. There Morgoth stood at last at bay, and yet unvaliant. He fled into the deepest of his mines, and sued for peace and pardon; but his feet were hewn from under him, and he was hurled upon his face. Then he was bound with the chain Angainor which he had worn aforetime, and his iron crown they beat into a collar for his neck, and his head was bowed upon his knees. And the two Silmarils which remained to Morgoth were taken from his crown, and they shone unsullied beneath the sky; and Eonwe took them, and guarded them.
Thus an end was made of the power of Angband in the North, and' the evil realm was brought to naught; and out of the deep prisons a multitude of slaves came forth beyond all hope into the light of day, and they looked upon a world that was changed. For so great was the fury of those adversaries that the northern regions of the western world were rent asunder, and the sea roared in through many chasms, and there was confusion and great noise; and rivers perished or found new paths, and the valleys were upheaved and the hills trod down; and Sirion was no more.
Morgoth himself the Valar thrust through the Door of Night beyond the Walls of the World, into the Timeless Void; and a guard is set for ever on those walls, and Earendil keeps watch upon the ramparts of the sky. Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days. Here ends the SILMARILLION. If it has passed from the high and the beautiful to darkness and ruin, that was of old the fate of Arda Marred; and if any change shall come and the Marring be amended, Manwe and Varda may know; but they have not revealed it, and it is not declared in the dooms of Mandos.
Beleriand is no more. Vanished forever is Doriath, and fair Gondolin, and the homes of the Dwarf-fathers in the Blue Mountains, the Marches of Maehdros, even Angband and all her delvings. In to the Utter West have returned the kindred of the Elves that would return to Aman, the Blessed Realm, and for their suffering in the war with the Great Enemy the Edain have been granted solace of a sort, the gift of the Isle of the Star that is Numenor, a place where they may forget a part of the pain of the circles of Arda.
But this is not their tale. Beleriand is no more, but Middle-Earth was always far greater than just the vale between the Sundering Seas and the Blue Mountains. Of the stories of the men who came after the War of Wrath this tale now speaks, of the sons of Uldor, of the Avari, of the Good Men who did not take the ships to Numenor, and the Eldar unwilling to go in to the West and abandon the lands their forefathers died for. There is still beauty in Middle-Earth, beauty and in places evil. The servants of Morgoth are scattered, true, but they are not gone, and the malice of his spirit lives on.
Tolkien told us of few things of the Second Age, of the centuries following the War of Wrath, of the heroes and battles and the rebuilding of a world devastated by a literal war between physical gods. The lineage of Numenor was unfailing for a thousand years ere Sauron raised the Barad-Dur and made Mordor the land of dust and ash that it was, before the coming of the wars for dominion of Middle-Earth, and the making of the Rings of Power, before the Downfall.
This is the story of those blank spaces of the histories, of the times forgotten but not unmarked by those who lived them. The First Age is over; welcome to the New Age.
Welcome, friends, to the RP. This concept has been brewing for a time, but seeks to play with a very simple concept of Tolkien's work: what happened between the War of Wrath, and the return of the Numenoreans to Middle Earth? In this light you may apply to write a faction, a ruler of men, or orcs, or even the Fair Folk that remained in Arda. Or you may choose for yourself a character in the sage of these times, great or small as you see fit, and spin us a new tale of them being swept out of their doors to distant lands and wondrous times. Threads of a plot have already been woven in secret, but those shall be kept quiet for a time, to be touched to the fabric as their spinning is needed. If this concept interests you, feel free to join us. A simple application follows hereafter, so all of the writers are on the same page. The year is SA 80, and new stories are just beginning.
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Yhrom the Breathless | Fire Drake | Elerian
Nargun | Half-Dwarf | Dwalin
Oldhin | Elf | Krugmar
Culrhien | Elf | Krugmar
Sainmor | Possessed Man | Damverland
Frerin Firebeard | Dwarf | Rodez
King Aefulwine | Man | Holy Lykos
Khazad-Dum | Mainiacs
The Kingdom of the Northern Greenwood | Pantorrum
Clan Blackhand | Elerian
Nuln | Of the Quendi
Idhnann | Krugmar
Followers of the Silver One | Damverland
The League of the Ered Mithrin | Rodez
Eotheod | Holy Lykos