My FanFiction

Well... I finished my FanFiction so far... It is about a story in the "Silmarilion" a book by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Introduction

The story is set in Middle Earth; however this episode takes place much earlier than “The Lord of the Rings” (Third Age). It tells about the fall of the city Gondolin (First Age) through the eyes of a young elf called Elenya.

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A GREAT WARRIOR

“Psst!” I heard him whispering to me but did not dare to look. Mother and father stood close to me as we waited at the greate city wall for the first rays of the morning sun. “The Gate of Summer” is this feast called, a celebration of the ever-returning light. “Elenya…” he called out for me again, suddenly taking my hand. For one moment I stiffened, then, as silently as possible, slipped away from my parents who were engaged in a conversation with acquaintances. We walked a few steps; nervously I kept glancing back.

As we hid I took a deep breath. “How could you,” I asked him. “What if they see us?” “One day they will,” he answered and gently stroked my cheek. Glorfindel did not care too much about this matter but I did. In Gondolin they praised my beauty and charm but I was just 30 years old, a ridiculously short period of time for an elf, and my parents feared for me so they did not tolerate any male elf near me. But I was in love with Glorfindel, the golden haired warrior and we met in secret whenever we could. “I think this is not a good time to talk,” I told him. After one last look into these sparkling green eyes I turned around to leave but he grabbed my arm. He kissed my forehead and I smiled. I had to go. Without a noise I sneaked back to my parents. Luckily no one had noticed my absence.

It was about time. Any minute the sun should rise and I was waiting for it dearly since my eyelids were heavy. Almost falling asleep at the spot I tried to concentrate at the sky in the east. For a brief moment I turned my head to look for my beloved. I could not find him but something else attracted my attention. Soon others noticed it as well: The red shine of fire had risen in the east. Worriers and guards rushed past us, my father left mother and me behind to follow them. Promptly everyone panicked but nobody knew what had happened.

We started running, I lost track of my mother and stayed where I had last seen her. Unexpectedly someone seized my wrist. “Come with me, I know where to go.” It was Glorfindel and I was relived to have him by my side. Then I thought about my parents. “What about mother and father,” I asked him but he shook his head. We had no idea where they could be and no time to look for them. “What is actually happening here?” He threw an arm around my shoulders and pushed me faster forward. “Maeglin betrayed us to Morgoth,” he explained. “He came with orcs, balrogs and even dragons. The city is lost.” I could not believe what my ears heard; this could not be true. “Thanks to the Lady Idril Celebrindal there is a secret tunnel leading out of the city into the mountains. Let us hope many find their way down there.”

We rushed past fighting and fire. Glorfindel drew his sword as we came across some orcs. This was the first time I saw such foul creatures. Near the stables we saw a white stallion aggressively kicking some wolves. My beloved whistled once and it followed us. It was his steed Asfaloth. We reached the entrance to the passageway. The Lady Idril stood next to the door holding her little son Eärendil. “You must hurry my lady,” Glorfindel urged but she just shook her head in silence.

It took two hours to reach the other side of the tunnel. When we stepped out of the twilight into the now shining morning sun I saw that a lot of other elves were among us. I enfolded Glorfindel and clung tightly to his chest. The blond elf patted my back, then freed himself from my embrace and lifted my up and on his horse. As we moved forward I used my high position to overview the crowd. I could see the Lady Idril and her son, close to her, her spouse the Lord Tuor. However I could not find my parents. I was not sure what I should feel at this moment: grief for my family or joy to be with him - Glorfindel.

The journey took long and as we crossed a mountain pass it became cold, too cold for our inappropriate robes. Just when we thought we made it through all this the worst occurred: Orcs have been watching the paths close to the city and now one troop spotted us. They came running or riding on wargs, trying to kill as many as possible. The few warriors in our company fought bravely. They had almost repelled the creatures as more evil found its way to the battlefield. First we perceived a loud roar; then a body of flame and fire came closer and closer. A balrog. Tuor let out a loud yell and ran towards the beast but could not withstand its power for long. Other elves did the same, among them Glorfindel. Out of nowhere more orcs rushed towards us. Glorfindel ordered the other worriers to take care of them, he himself tried to fight the fire demon alone. I could not stand watching this; I knew that my worst fears would become reality.

Suddenly my hope raise. In the sky I saw the shapes of two large birds flying exactly in our direction. “ Eagles!” I shouted and the others turned their head. Soon they reached us. The slightly smaller one dived down on the orcs and their mounts; the bigger one was Thorondor, the King of Eagles. He helped my love to defeat the balrog. Then my heart stood still, my mind went blank. With my own eyes I saw Glorfindel falling down the cliff together with the beaten demon. Thorondor dashed after him but when I saw the mighty bird again it carried the brave warrior's dead body in its claws.

Carefully the eagle put down the dead elf and then left with a sorrowful call. I threw myself on the body of my beloved, kissed him and waited for a sign that he was still alive. But no breath, no heartbeat was to hear. He was gone.

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The next day he was buried under a heavy stone slab. We had to keep moving or would face another ambush. I walked at the end of the crowd, next to me Glorfindel’s steed Asfaloth. Walking steadily forward I held on to the stallion’s neck, patting him from time to time.

Later we reached a secure area to rest. Under the willows of Nan-tathren we had a feast in memory of those who perished in Gondolin and also Glorfindel, loved by many. Many songs were sung but my heart could not allow me to join their singing.

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From this day on I spent all my years praying to the Valar I did wish for nothing but a single thing: to get the love of my life back. Then one day, in the Third Age, the unbelievable happened. Never touched by anyone I still became pregnant and I gave birth to a son. His hair was golden as the sun. He did not just resemble him; he was Glorfindel, sent back by the Valar to help Middle Earth in one of its darkest hours. And so I experienced an entirely new way to love him.

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And here some help to understand some names and such (^_^) :

Glossary

Morgoth – Also Melkor. He is the most powerful among the Valar (angelic powers who formed the world) and eventually became the beginning of evil.

Balrog - Translated as “Demon of Might”. They are powerful fire demons who serve Morgoth.

Wargs - are wolflike creatures, often serving orcs as mounts.

Gondolin - The name means “Hidden Rock”. Gondolin is the city where the elf ing Turgon reigned. It was build in secret during the First Age and it stood for about 400 years until Morgoth discovered it and sent his servants to destroy the elves’ residence.

Maeglin – is the nephew of King Turgon of Gondolin. He betrayed Gondolin’s location to Morgoth.

Idril Celebrindal – is the daughter of King Turgon of Gondolin. She feared betray and gave command to build a secret tunnel leading out of the city Gondolin.

Tuor – is a human. He lived in Gondolin together with the elves, which respected and appreciated him. He is married to King Turgon’s daughter Idril Celebrindal.

Eärendil – Son of Tuor and Idril Celebrian. He is half elf, half human. At the time of the story he is seven years old.

Thorondor – is the King of Eagles. Those eagles are much larger than normal eagles. They can speak and are very wise.

Glorfindel – is an elf of Gondolin. He belongs to the House of the Golden Flower. He fell fighting the Balrog but in the Third Age he was reborn and sent back to fight for Middle Earth.

Elenya – is an elf who does not appear in Tolkien’s books. She is still very young and her beauty is famous all over Gondolin. Her parents acted very protective and do not want any male elves to approach her. But she and Glorfindel are in love with each other and try to secretly meet whenever possible.

The First Age – begins with the birth of the first elves and ends with Morgoths defeat.

The Third Age – begins with the defeat of Sauron through Elendil and Gil Galad and ends when Gandalf and others return to the Undying Lands (a bit after the Ring War).