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secret_historyThis was a request for Tolkien, and I have to admit I was stumped for a while. I'm not especially comfortable writing in Tolkien's carefully-constructed universe. It's a bit as though someone came out and said: "Write a Bible fanfic!"
Still, I think this worked out reasonably well.
There had been darkness for a very long time. He remembered, dimly, that once long ago there had been light, and warmth, but the words held no meaning for him any longer, had not done so for thousands upon thousands of years. Perhaps it was less: time had ceased to have meaning as well, having no hold over him. There was only the One who held complete dominion over him, and the One was not preoccupied by petty preconceptions of time.
He felt hatred. He hated the One for keeping him enslaved, but mostly he hated those that he could see living on the edge of the darkness, where he knew there was still light and warmth. He remembered once having both those things, and though they meant nothing now, he hated those creatures that still breathed and laughed and had the comfort that had been denied him for so long.
There had been pain and darkness and cold, and rushing water. He had not felt pain in so long, it was almost a relief when it had washed over him, but the One had taken him back and the darkness had grown deeper and more encompassing, and his hatred grew along with it, until he was consumed by it. His hatred for the living and for the One became confused with the One's hatred for the halfling, and circling high above the darkness yet still of it, he had searched for the hated creature in the hopes that he might be the one to find and kill it. He had come so close, but the water had overpowered him and borne him away.
He circled around the high tower, and felt rather than saw the One falter, and then fail. The Eye closed, and his mount shrieked as its power was taken from it, and he felt the air rushing about him as he fell, landing splintered and broken upon the ground. He lay, looking up as the mountain spewed forth molten rock, saw his brethren plummeting from the sky as their own mounts failed. The skies opened, and for the first time since he could recall light streamed through to cover the land.
Light!
The fiery rock coursed down the side of the mountain toward him, and he found he did not care. Light! He struggled, brought a mangled hand up to his face, and pushed away the black cowl to feel the sunlight on his face. There was sun and light and warmth now, and he laughed aloud, though the effort made his ribs hurt. There was pain, real, sharp, physical pain, and the realisation made him laugh the more joyfully. He looked at his hand, with eyes that saw the world for what it was once more, and saw that the ring he'd worn for so long was gone. Perhaps lost during the fall. It did not matter. He lay quite still, his broken body unable to move, and laughed with a pure joy he'd thought never to experience again.
The mountain shuddered with one last, great convulsive heave, and with a beatific smile he welcomed the cleansing heat of the molten lava as it came to bear him away.
Still, I think this worked out reasonably well.
There had been darkness for a very long time. He remembered, dimly, that once long ago there had been light, and warmth, but the words held no meaning for him any longer, had not done so for thousands upon thousands of years. Perhaps it was less: time had ceased to have meaning as well, having no hold over him. There was only the One who held complete dominion over him, and the One was not preoccupied by petty preconceptions of time.
He felt hatred. He hated the One for keeping him enslaved, but mostly he hated those that he could see living on the edge of the darkness, where he knew there was still light and warmth. He remembered once having both those things, and though they meant nothing now, he hated those creatures that still breathed and laughed and had the comfort that had been denied him for so long.
There had been pain and darkness and cold, and rushing water. He had not felt pain in so long, it was almost a relief when it had washed over him, but the One had taken him back and the darkness had grown deeper and more encompassing, and his hatred grew along with it, until he was consumed by it. His hatred for the living and for the One became confused with the One's hatred for the halfling, and circling high above the darkness yet still of it, he had searched for the hated creature in the hopes that he might be the one to find and kill it. He had come so close, but the water had overpowered him and borne him away.
He circled around the high tower, and felt rather than saw the One falter, and then fail. The Eye closed, and his mount shrieked as its power was taken from it, and he felt the air rushing about him as he fell, landing splintered and broken upon the ground. He lay, looking up as the mountain spewed forth molten rock, saw his brethren plummeting from the sky as their own mounts failed. The skies opened, and for the first time since he could recall light streamed through to cover the land.
Light!
The fiery rock coursed down the side of the mountain toward him, and he found he did not care. Light! He struggled, brought a mangled hand up to his face, and pushed away the black cowl to feel the sunlight on his face. There was sun and light and warmth now, and he laughed aloud, though the effort made his ribs hurt. There was pain, real, sharp, physical pain, and the realisation made him laugh the more joyfully. He looked at his hand, with eyes that saw the world for what it was once more, and saw that the ring he'd worn for so long was gone. Perhaps lost during the fall. It did not matter. He lay quite still, his broken body unable to move, and laughed with a pure joy he'd thought never to experience again.
The mountain shuddered with one last, great convulsive heave, and with a beatific smile he welcomed the cleansing heat of the molten lava as it came to bear him away.
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Date: 2006-04-21 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-21 08:36 pm (UTC)Now I want Bible fanfic.
But, er, not from the Gospels. Or from Exodus.
(I actually saw Esther rewritten as a romance novel, once. It was ... interesting.)
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Date: 2006-04-23 09:09 am (UTC)Funny that you meantioned Bible fanfic, because I've been seriously considering writing some. Not that I'm likely to ever get it to work out, though.