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Lay of Ingwë: The War of Wrath

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Walküre:
CHAPTER VThe catalogue of foes

--- Zitat ---45. Light now ought to be cast on the ones we have fought with unceasing will and indomitable spirit, and with the imperative duty to cleanse and purify the wounds of venom that the Evil always across the paths we all trod hath spread in malignant ambition, for this goeth true and crystalline since the dawn of time, that the fell forces only destruction and marring yearn, due to the lack of life-giving power and of the breath of existence which only Ilúvatar the Almighty is to gift.
46. Corruption thus a prime spot in the evil intelligence retaineth, when the meaning and essence of a good deed is eventually twisted and the opposite is therefore the ending outcome of the spell, indeed a true insult and crime of the worst sort, in that the skilful crafter in appalling horror shall wail and mourn, when he is to behold what of his art hath been done, in malice and via obscure magic from which any decent one must in absolute way stay afar.
47. Ghoulish magic is easy to recognise, as eerie and mysterious the places in which akin power the Evil in its secrecy hideth, hideous and dreadful like little in the World, and certainly the very World findeth itself modified in apparent fashion, for foul prowess pervasive effect boasteth as common quality, and thou in fact earth, sea and fire and the clear sky marred and spinning in pain shalt see, being this what magic of this kind to all giveth.
48. Tyrannical rule is too the objective and one of great note without doubts at all, being the forces we oppose ever-dependent on servitude and the chains which liberty can only strangle, and sheer domain of all that standeth free is the obsession behind plans and designs that much grave sorrow have hitherto brought.
49. And the other vicious pattern of this ever-burning war is the sudden return of horrible and unwanted nightmares from the past, haunting the peace and for the most terrible vendetta with hatred longing, since the Evil the manners of the vilest serpent mirroreth, hiding and awaiting the proper hour to turn up again to ignite fire and flames, and thou knowest the consequences well, and I would fain all address, that guard in no case must be lowered, as shadows are always creeping in the forests of the broad mortal world, ready to assault and give to another era of night the unfortunate beginning.
50. The narration with the most common of the minions I shall commence, to tell the generalities of the Orcs whom vehemently we battle, of whom, however, very little is usually known by general knowledge, but the people of the Blessed Continent this wisdom have at disposal, that Orcs were the result of abomination and of an untold and the gravest sin, which of the flawless fashion of the Firstborns was the utter ruining, in times that precede a good deal our coming to these undying shores, that I vividly reminisce, when the Enemy himself the sham shape of a black rider had taken, who used to patrol the ends of our ancestral birthplace along the waves of the Ancient Lake and capture the unfortunate ones of our kind that too much far had dared go, and so the fell incantation on the sad captives hath been cast, and via torture and endless agony a new race was then bred, deemed worthless by its master and to serve the Evil's command solely meant, and enormous legions of these foul monsters were once in the Hither-Lands which now rest in the depth of the sea, at an extent that none now may again repeat.
51. Several other beasts had birth in the abyss of Utumno with no light nor hope, being created through arcane arts and thorough malice, and these the appearance of wolves, giants or fire-breathing serpents took in line with the dark design, for war and desolation only conceived.
52. But also spirits of uncanny and alien nature, which after the great confrontation at large death and total slaughter had found, which we recall in the ghoulish fashion of vampires seeking for blood and ghosts that night, twilight and gloomy routes populate.
53. The Tyrant's mightiest auxiliaries were the Angels who the One's Plan decided to betray, and the treason gave to these seditious Maiar clothes of fire and thick obscurity, rendering them Flames that the order of the Dark Vala blindly obey, and of the worst type of grief for the royal House of the Noldor the main cause they were, yet another name ought to be added to this recapitulation of disgraceful figures, who is Sauron the Abhorred and feared, for he is master in deception and in intricate schemes, but also of magic he is a lord, a mighty sorcerer versed in the control of phantoms and in the subjugation of the mind, and he is now loose in Middle-earth, coward and faithless, the people of the mainland of him absolutely must be aware.
54. Before the apex we reach, there is another spirit of memory worthy, which unlike the Flames the rule of the Enemy hath never served, and she was a Maia whose story is wrapped in mystery and sheer oblivion, who lone arrived in Aman along with the Powers and the eerie shores and pits of Avathar beyond vigilance as residence elected, feeding from the gleams that managed to surpass the Walls of the Blessed Realm, in the guise of a spider of gargantuan size, and doom had made it so that an alliance between her and the liberated Captive was signed, and then the sacred borders of the Powers' domain she violated, and she poisoned the grand Two Trees that our legends had filled with pride, ending the Noon and their immense energy absorbing, and so she had grown titanic and her power the most gruesome and deadliest of the horrors did seem to all, when her webs tied the Guard of the Valar and the attempts of Tulkas the Valiant useless rendered, because no darkness was within that might, but a living dark light that of light the very nemesis was, but she later knew the treacherous intentions of her bogus ally, and she was bound to escape and in the vastness of the continent to hide in never-ending hunger.
55. We have thus come hither, to the Enemy of Arda and of those cherishing light, good deeds and grace in this World, because he is Melkor, the source of the Evil in all tales and fell mastermind of every ruin and disaster which unto the War of Wrath had befallen, from the breaking of the initial symmetry and the destruction of the Two Lamps, to all the erstwhile and successive conflicts that Arda had in truth upset, to the ending of the Eternal Day of the Holy Shire and to the murder of Finwë my friend and companion since the origin of the Elven kind, and to the ultimate war which was in violence fought, because he is the prime foe, who mightier than the other Valar combined was born, yet ever-ignorant of the Imperishable Flame hath been, and, as the words of Ilúvatar once foretold, the Enemy the holistic concept of Eä shall always mistake, doomed to fail and the outcome of the original rebellion to make vain.
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Walküre:
CHAPTER VIThe landing of hope

--- Zitat ---56. The old lay now to the supreme and ultimate clash eventually hath come, which is for most a forgotten event which fain out of their thoughts they would leave, yet naught in words or in speech without this chapter could go forth, should one not recall what of the Elder Days was last and dreadful war.
57. Aye, this conflict much annihilated and asunder hath torn, superseding the surfaces of both water and earth, for in grand fashion our opponents we have fought and fate made it so that all yonder was to be determined, as who governeth the thread of time hath sewn and commanded, and in no manner do fine beings ever wander amok without just cause or reason, for the fair Children in any case to the order of things ought to conform.
58. Preparations throughout the blessed shires were thus made, for the mighty Host of Valinórë to assemble and with extraordinary armoury to be armed, relying on the Noldor remained and on the Smith who once again to produce blades and iron was bidden, of the greatest quality and deadliest as well, for the sole task they had was the end of the Enemy's yoke which all Arda choked.
59. Other beasts and creatures were summoned to avail the gravest of the missions, for naught from the general effort could be spared, and our ranks were therefore reinforced and anew strengthened, coming from the marvellous fantasy of Aman of which no mortal experience may have, gallant the spirit and hallowed the nature, and I, High King of the Eldar, the most honourable privilege I had been granted, to ride a winged steed, white as the dawn's arrival and equally fierce as storms tormenting the sundering seas.
60. Arafinwë the Wise elected obedience and in the imperative quest partook, albeit grievous deeds and murder which by the other Houses were committed, yet much he craved the sight of his radiant daughter, whom I count among my relatives in the same term, and who last lady of the ancient court to survive had been, while many Maiar along the plains of the Holy Domain were being called, to have council in Valimar of gold and diamond made, where all loyalty pledged to Eönwë who his valiant sword had been thitherto wielding.
61. With the Ruling Angel at the head, of the Powers herald and harbinger of justness, the grand army left the ways of Valinórë for the green Eldamar over the shore, but they needed pass the separating waters and Manwë the passing of the Grinding Ice too perilous had deemed, and so the buoyant Teleri, masters of ship-crafting and versed into the lore of the vast sea, offered their precious aid in such necessity, labouring in unceasing fatigue and large numbers of ships building in their crystallised harbours along Aman's coast, and Sea-elves pardoned the past crime of those who had chosen the exile and decided to carry the ranks of the Valar beyond the blue, although ever-rekindled their remembrance was of the tragedy, unto the choice of setting no foot on the lands of grief.
62. The fleet was then ready to part from the westernmost continent which no decay knoweth, guided and accompanied by the breezes of the broad air, and such colourful vessels resembled a fortress in motion dreading naught nor none, meandering over the impetuous waves of Arda and the very meander of the ocean was journeyed through and cut, in the guise of a sword tearing wicked flesh apart.
63. Hope landed in the darkest moment on the shores of the Hither-Lands, at the hour of nightmares and ghouls, to break the chain of misery on behalf of whom servitude no more wanted, to safeguard the paths of Middle-earth for which the Powers long had battled in fury and majesty, and after five centuries of troubles the World still the intervention of its guardians required and sought for, being them sole heirs and heiresses of the One's Plan, and stringent reason for the divine intelligence to act for the sake of both kinds, be the captive of the Evil mortal or immortal.
64. Morgoth could not foretell the arrival of his contestants and very little had he predicted that the love of Valinórë salvation to sinners still would offer, for the ones alien to kindness and piety the value of mercy shall never fathom, and maximum specimen is the Fallen Vala who affectionate warmth never hath known, yet the Enemy wary of the future nonetheless was, as his sight by the appearance of the Northern Star indeed by utter surprise had been conquered, signifying such blessed brightness the doom of his ruthless domain over the ways which to mortality are sadly used.
65. Nay, the fell hand was not to be given any doubt or chance more, vainglorious his conceited pride and a heart frozen by malice, which pardon would never have pierced, but only wrath and widespread mayhem, coming from the remote West and by the Immortals of Arda led, besieging a regime of terror, whose monarch by the foreboding stillness of the seas was greatly alarmed, envisaging what would later be of him in the tale.
66. Jubilation burst along the somber coasts of Beleriand and relief stirred within all who cherished liberty and justice above anything in Eä existing, for the host landed swift as the quickest wind, and a storm it furthermore mirrored, raging and infuriating as hurricanes, whereas the trumpets of Valinórë resounded across all spaces and the rumble of thunder could thus be heard, for the Powers pious and holy generally remained, albeit turning into pure destruction and colossal fury, whenever one their government of Arda dare contest, like others of cursed sort who to the Good way gave not; large crowds at the seashore gathered, to wish well-boding fortune to the last shield of the gentle and common, when Eönwë announced his heraldry and the never-turning will of the King whom he served, for the fact that Manwë's order fulfilled should be, and patrolling I the heavens on my snow-like flying horse, to commence the last tenson of the First Age the grand Maia was resolute, stout and staunch.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
CHAPTER VIIGrand contest at the Iron Gates

--- Zitat ---67. The last clash of the elder age is about to begin in magnified style, destined to resound throughout the halls of Eä, no matter whether the songs of this past via tongue, water or air shall be passed on unto a further future, or even by means of the ether above the firmament of anything of matter made, which is deadly path for most of all who breathe and live, where the primeval Lights of Varda Star-kindler were placed, for the world they would forever enlighten, despite terror or havoc of any sort, untainted by the Evil and eternally still, as eternal is the clout of whom reality governeth, sat on his throne of adamant stone, in the Ring of Doom at the gates of Valimar, magnificent seat of the Powers' just dominance of our fate; aye, this is the final war closing the chapter of the atrocious conflict for the reclaiming of the Jewels, and five centuries of lore by toil and strife, success and failure, victory or demise and the creeping doom were thus dominated.
68. The Fell Lord the arrival of salvation foresaw not, made fool by his very vainglory and implacable pride, for naught of mercy a merciless tyrant would ever grasp, as the dwellers of Beleriand far from the favour of the Archangels he deemed with certainty, although that was not to be, being the Lamps of Varda in the hazardous ways of heavens a vivid omen of inexorable end for the Evil, immortal seer of triumph over our relentless adversaries, born in ignorance and in darkness awfully bred.
69. Melkor, one-time spirit of light, woes to thee and those of thy ilk, for of miserable decay thou art guilty and disgraceful author, since the dawn of time and our history as a whole, until the twilight of our time as inevitable event eventually cometh; knowest thou whither thy deeds are to lead? Thy hell, which to spread over lands thou wantest, cause of the most terrible punishment shall be, beyond the broadest imagination and all those sham, phoney and bogus lies of thine, and beyond anything thou mayest conceive, thou shouldst see and wouldst do.
70. Our radiant commander, Eönwë loyal and weapon-master of blades and shield, led the host to the chill of the hyperborean North, which was hostile vastness of death, home of the Dark Lord and his iron throne; the Herald to fulfil his mission from the Lit Earldom had parted, to bring the decree of Arda's sole Regent over the vast sea, signifying that his Regency by none was to be contested, if not via the violence of war, and the army of Valinórë was mighty as never prior to that battle, ordered in ever-new and dreadful guises, for the trumpets of Manwë the wicked ear had to upset, so that the bell for such an evil empire could finally toll.
71. Before we could make to the source of that malice, grown unstoppable and enormous as none in erstwhile eras had beheld, all obstacles and barriers of any sort in our incessant pace were broken, consumed as hay into great flames, and in equal terms it hath been remembered, that many of the Second Children of Ilúvatar with the Enemy had opted to side, bound by the chains of fear and much terror, alongside little or no knowledge of the bliss existing on the other shore of the blue.
72. These were lesser tribes that at the edge of common science had prospered, at the eastern ends of the very world, and, bewildered by tales regarding rich western shires at hand, much they had marched unto the Hither-Lands and thither they definitely went, gathering clans and families of diverse nature, yet ever-bellicose and unstable, for mere pawns they were of a greater design and appalled themselves they had found, crushed and torn between two mighty opponents, the Eldar on one side and their oath of retribution for the perpetrator, and the Dark Vala on the other, fuming in anger and by doubt devoured; grave information we had later been given, as Morgoth in secrecy his demonic lair had left during the war with the Houses, disguised as an eerie wanderer, and many lies were told, unfortunate fate, which for long the strong lineage of Men shall haunt, for the Fallen Angel told stories of blasphemy and deception, claiming that Death was no gift, but sad plague for mortals that by never-ending darkness is followed, because in his words the timeless Void was ultimate destination for all, denying the Flame which naught may make perish or wane, and negating the One who of this universe is above time and space the sole Demiurge.
73. A few of humankind to serfdom had thus fallen prey, caged, trapped and with little other choices but be in thrall of such a nightmare, although wise is also to recall how many of those servants through no coercion had been forced, and the Elven kind how Men could be turned to evil schemes by willing conviction shall in perpetuity in mind bear; fortunately, others to the hailing of the Good had gallantly responded, met by the Elven minstrel of the House of Arafinwë the Wise, at the dawn of their time, and about the wonders of the West taught, and these trustworthy friends of ours the Edain were, endowed with a kindred soul of that of a noble Elf, despite time and fatigue bending their spirit, yet ardent for the just cause they always stood, defiant in the worst and fierce warriors who for their people's liberty much fought.
74. These Men of honour won their place in our tales, and their grandiosity later would shine even brighter, blessing the kin that is to be and bequeathing a world to rule in future times, when life for the Eldar of Middle-earth very burdened will have got; henceforth, the wicked tribes of human minions had no chance in rivalling with the ranks of Valinórë, yet no slaughter of the Children the divine intelligence had envisaged, and those enemies were therefore disarmed and from treading the valleys of the Hither-Lands banned, finding shelter in fleeing towards the vast remote wastes, past the Blue Mountains chain, from whence in search of wealth they had departed and whither they would be obliged to go back.
75. Gentle listener, to the fiercest contest thou hast now come and in dynamic manner the raw battling to thee shall be presented, for unwise of me it would be, when violence at the turn of the tide of history properly were not narrated, as equally terrible is the wrath of the Powers against their many foes since the origin of Eä and necessary it was to wipe out filth with a vehement hand, lest the Evil be granted the privilege of doubt or even pardon that once it was exactly given, and that now anymore it deserveth not.
76. The gauntlet in front of the Iron Gates was cast, at the slopes of the Iron Mountains that the eternal ice used to touch, as Morgoth all his magnitude and foul prowess in the surrounding dead plain gathered, which a desolate desert of ashes and death indeed resembled, and in this enormous wasteland were all his hosts of darkness, generated by deceiving means or arcane arts in the dungeons of Angband, Prison of Tyranny, under the three menacing volcanoes that were its cruel peaks, so that the vastness of the plain could be swarming with any kind of horrors, be it countless legions of fell Orcs, corruption of the Firstborns and the most impious crime, trolls, beasts dwelling in the caverns of Arda, bloody wolves yearning flesh, vampires of a sort that is no more in the world, ghouls and other demons of uncanny nature which not easily thou mightst fathom, together with fire-breathing serpents, crept out from the northernmost territories and at the behest of the Enemy bred and conceived; these were the slaves and horrid night-mares we had the bounden duty to face and withstand with the firmest will, for the Elves and mankind had to be saved from peril and spared the grandest war of those long years of tragedy, and thus the armies of Valinórë broke out and their foes flooded as the most impetuous waves of the oceans, and even though the light of the Sun and the Moon by the devices of the Dark Lord had been covered, via smoke and choking ash, his design that was not to avail, for the ranks of the Blessed Realm by the bliss of the ever-green shires of Aman were enlightened and of the very majesty of the Archangels they shone, making the whole battlefield with their armour lit and radiant, and destiny was eventually determined, because all Orcs as withered leaves in the most powerful storm were vanquished, the other monsters at the service of Morgoth were annihilated with merciless endeavour, none now tormenting those ways once more, the gruesome Flames, the Balrogs, were smitten by our forces and Eönwë most of them in legendary tensons ultimately hath slain, with the remaining others being forced into precipitous hiding in the deepest pits of Arda, whose location many are to bandy words with each other about, and the fire of those vile serpents by the armoury of the Smith-Vala worthless were rendered, and I, with my winged steed, flew through that fiery hazard and my enchanted sword their armour pierced.
77. Victory was near, we sensed, yet the Dark Lord up in his sleeve an ultimate weapon he disposed of, crafted in secrecy and in the most secretive chambers of the Iron Fortress kept concealed, unto the hour of the apocalyptic clash of all times, in which his very reign of terror would be at stake.
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Walküre:
CHAPTER VIIIThe enchanted vessel

--- Zitat ---78. Hardly it is known by means of which skill that horror was in secret conceived in the hopeless ravines of the Iron Fortress, nourished by sheer hatred and cruelty of no akin sort in the world, at the time of the grand contest beneath the heavens of Arda; heavens which never the exiled kin had thitherto forsaken, for the labours of Varda shone even brighter, eternal fountain of hope, and her sight, keenest among all the other immortal beings on earth, reflected her very visage on those lands of misery and tragedy, and her eyes are said to be wonder to behold, mirror of forever and of the infinite love dwelling past skies and ethereal spaces in this universe of ours.
79. Justness doth thus to the tale the remembering of such terrible of a bane, that the mission of the mighteous host of the West to catastrophe may have led, for its coming was beginning of general mayhem and chaos all over the broad battlefield of this determining war, signalled by woeful storms, lightning and thunder, and fell fire came forth in equal manner, animated and conjured by evilness which in no case hath rest or peace, being infernal flame and might of hell, whose extreme malice we knew not, nor had we ever been tested against that reckless evil.
80. Indeed, my beloved listener, thou hast and hadst heard of this calamity before, which entombed in our memory always hath lain, comprised of mournful legends and sorrow that any measure is to exceed, as very little were the Eldar prepared, at the dawn of our story along the shores of ancestral waters, in order to stand up bold and tall in front of the worst foes of the Elder Days, although we have eventually succeeded in holding back the flood that was on us and that our world could have made sink in the most horrendous of the ways, deep into the chasm of terror and oblivion.
81. In eternity shall the Elven temper suffer and withstand such menaces and ruthless desire of tyranny of whoever his dominion on free shires seeketh to impose, since the obscure time of our awakening under the ether of the ancient eras of the Years of the Trees, when the innocence of our immortal lineage both to hazard and grief had been subjected, due to the Enemy being aware of our doing alongside the lake and due to him assuming the fashion of a black knight of ghoulish soul, who as atavistic nightmare in our antique lore liveth and in perpetuity shall, because some of us fell in his treacherous snare and to the deathly dungeons of Utumno in chains were brought, where anything of light is made to wither and die, when the Fallen Archangel to the brood of Orcs gave birth, in mockery of the beauty of our kin and as horrible crime against the envisaged splendour of the Plan.
82. The Winged Dragons of Morgoth were unleashed to bring to us all desolation, chaos and a last desperate contest, amidst the fire of such dreadful fleet of gruesome beasts, deemed invincible and without any weakness that could have altered the grim course of our expedition for the salvation of the entire Middle-earth, and none hath hitherto been granted the privilege of knowledge of how it was possible to shape the deadliest kind of creatures that Arda hath ever beheld, for each of them was death with wings, tearing the air asunder as they flew throughout the ways of the firmament, roaring as the rumbling of the very thunder, armoured with scales that were hard as the hardest sort of stone, disposing of claws that were lances and the most atrocious spear and breathing the flames of the Evil itself, which naught spare or leave unspoilt, for all burneth unto consumption and grievous demise, and only ashes are left, in the guise of the most sinister and ominous of the traces of such blazing rage.
83. The Host of Valinórë sought to bear the brunt of the calamities that were thrown in the battle which we were about to win, yet the foray of the mighty Dragons was accompanied by other devices of the Enemy that took the form of hurricanes and destructive typhoons which even rocks undid, while the whole field was rendered ardent and wasted as inside a much wrathful volcano which life forbade and doomed; a world of ashes and flames, similar to the primordial fashion of our earth, vexed and tortured by fire and poisonous smoke, in which the Powers fought their rebellious brother in the age preceding all others, when the Regents of Arda had not yet abandoned their godly appearance, resembling thus the very choleric nature of nature itself, in primeval millennia comprising deeds that the bright Ainur only may tell or recall.
84. Just for a moment, a sole moment, the miraculous ranks of the Valar faltered whilst getting to terms with a prospect that not even the wisest intelligence could have divined, foreseen or foretold, risking therefore the mission we had solemnly been bidden to stick to, as bounden duty of imperative note, lest definitive farewell to the realm of mortality we bade.
85. All on the eastern shore of the sundering waves under the rule of an endless tyranny would have fallen, without mercy and chance to free oneself from the bindings of nasty captivity, being unfortunate subjects of a reign of terror, destined to last for many eras ahead of the ancient centuries of our old lore, handing over the fertile continent to the most impious master whom we have knowledge of, caged in a prison of inexorable agony.
86. Our vile foe dared not head out from his vicious lair within the frozen Iron Mountains, lying in the northernmost ends of the world, for much he feared the wrath of the Lords of Aman, aware of every defeat and punishment he had to undergo, dreading the chain of conviction into the Gaol of Mandos, from whence no Vala, Maia, Elf or Man might verily hope to escape, and deeply terrified he was by the trumpets of Eönwë, challenging the Dark Lord to show up whither just satisfaction would be made, yet the Herald of the Ancient King of Arda was not to joust in truth with his wicked adversary, as the latter clung to cowardice and hid himself in the deepest cavern of his ill-famed stronghold, chamber of foulness and sorrowful departing; too much power the one-time Archangel had lost, due to the sharing of his own force as nourishment for every disgraceful brood of his, bound and chained to the very physical world he longed to dominate, reducing him to a lesser state of potency, burdened by his same malice and decay, forced not to leave the secrecy of his halls and to make usage of his last resource in the war, brought up and fed for years in the ignorance of common knowledge, in order to make for the most lethal of the minions.
87. Amidst the tumultuous arson of the known world, we were there, holding the ground and in the vigorous attempt to achieve the ultimate goal of our grand mission, yet the many means and schemes of our adversary proved very tough to vanquish, for the coming of those fiery devils was grave hour of uncertain destiny, in the guise of a cataclysm we could not have divined, and the Host of Valinórë seemed to tremble for a moment, faltering before an immense peril, suffering below the hurricanes of flames that by the enormity of the Dragons' wings were generated and being startled by that death-bringing breath, from whose thick ashes the blessed armours of Aman the ranks of the Archangels could not shield completely, but most dreadful of all was the emerging of Ancalagon the Black from the caverns of the underworld, who was leader of those fell beasts and mightiest of the Winged Dragons as a whole, colossal as no akin creature of his kind and broad almost as the very sky, casting a night of grief on us with his immense shadow which any gleam of clear light was to make go out.
88. Had the end come, then, for the shires lying yonder? Rendered the foul servants of Morgoth the craft of the Powers vain? Forswore we the task which hath been appointed to us for the common sake? The courage of our bright army was incredible force which naught managed to oppose to, yet the unleashed devilry was foe to be reckoned with even for the Angels of Arda whom we in glory honour and the advancing of justice had thus been stunned in front of the Iron Gates, testimony of woe and much tribulation for the decent one, symbol of tyrannical domination which seeketh ever-lasting existence along the halls of the grieving Middle-earth, meaning to embody the terrible eventuality of the grimmest future for all, since the entire mainland at the mercy of the Dark Sire would have withered and rotten in tragic manner, with him being crowned king of the fortunes of those dwelling among the mortal ways, and Men the never-ending plight of serfdom would have been bound to, for the choice betwixt merry life and captivity would not have been within the realm of their free will; thou, Ruler of Clouds and Monarch of the Ether, who all canst and good dost, thou wast not to suffer such doom of utter defeat, handing over thy kingdom under the stars to the potency of thy one-time brother and thus betraying thyself and the imperative command of Arda, entrusted to thee by the all-powerful Demiurge as treasure to keep sound and safe, and not as marred heirloom to jettison, and the grandest assembly of birds was therefore gathered all over the heavens of the Immaculate Reign beyond the seas, comprised of thy mighty and ever-loyal Eagles, of whom Thorondor was the glorious king and led they were in equal terms by Eärendil the Blessed, aboard Vingilótë, his enchanted vessel and lone voyager throughout empyrean spaces, with his Jewel on his head, so that this otherworldly host could be sent to the Hither-Lands where the ultimate clash had reached its ominous apex, and so they went whither they were needed and commanded to, causing a furious aerial battle between the two fleets of creatures in the sky, during whose heat the Dragons were for the most part annihilated and the radiance of the Jewel itself, sole memory of the Eternal Day of the Blessed Realm, dispelled the hell of the dragon-lord and became an inviolable defence that none might have pierced, all culminating with the Mariner slaying that foul tyrant with wings, making his huge ruin fall on the peaks of Thangorodrim, undoing and tearing down those menacing towers of tyranny, embodiment of the dominion of Morgoth that was to be ceased, and this is passage of legendary note in all sagas of the Elder Days, be it passed on via vague murmurs, blue surfaces in the government of the Emperor of the Oceans or via sung tale which I sing glad and fain.
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Walküre:
CHAPTER IXEpilogue

--- Zitat ---89. Thus came to a fair end the ignominy of Morgoth, fell Angel and vilest of the foes, from whose lugubrious gaols a poor multitude of captives fled and were freed anew, gazing and recoiling before a world which in the meanwhile of the grievous war had much changed, welcoming light again and foregoing their dreary prison.
90. That was known to be the ultimate fate of the sombre shores of the exile, for the high ranks of Valinórë fought and gave not quarter to any fiend slain or vanquished for good, letting loose the wrath and ancient power of the stainless Valar, who ever faced and dared fire with fire, might with might, until the task was done and the earth liberated from evil; alas, the famed resolve of the Archangels brought about a ruinous course for the old Beleriand, undergoing the continent the sudden agony after the tempest, watching its one-time jolly green and coasts be swallowed by the loud waves of the sea, alongside its famed peaks and ramparts crumbling away.
91. Our western Lords were no cruel saviours, however, giving consent to suffer the return of the exiled race and being desirous to pardon the antique fault, and all the shores of the ill-fated mortal world were then a whole incessant labour of ship-crafting, having the herald of the Blessed Realm counselled to part with Middle-earth as soon as time was proper, through the advice of the rulers of Aman, who wisely wanted the immortal kin to dwell well in immortal lands.
92. Prior to the imminent breaking of the Hither-Lands, a vast fleet of pearl-white vessels took the way of the sundering seas, carried and guided by a godly gale sent from the circles of heaven, which never could a worthy mariner lead astray or stray from the imperative route to paradise; wherefore, the jubilant host of the Archangels was hailed victorious along all towers and palaces of Valmar by any Maia or Vanya there residing, while the pardoned Eldar landed in the secure harbours of Eressëa, lingering on the isle and pondering about their sorrowful ordeal, until tidings were spread and all could come back to their joyful homes within the Sunny Country, amidst the love and marvel of its Kings and Queens.
93. Some elected to stay, despite being advised to do otherwise, because, as the Elven saying ever goeth, the love of the Elda for death-ridden shires is as deep as the forbidden depths of the grand ocean, and many wished not to leave the world to its sad destiny of decay, longing to heal and mend the wounds of Arda, inflicted by a reckless malice which ever is to desire but to mar and spoil the goods of this our life.
94. Among those who stayed were counted the old Círdan, finest shipwright, whom I gladly recall since the beginning of my tale, the valiant Gil-galad, last gallant High King of the Noldorin kind, the fair Galadriel, daughter of the wise king of the Noldor in Aman, noble princess related to my very own golden kin, hence her well-fabled gold-silver locks, lone survivor of the unfortunate royal family that chose to depart from bliss, and, lastly, Celeborn of Doriath, former prince at the court of the late Elwë; the two twins of the Mariner had outlived ruin as well, withstanding the most perilous adversity and ruthless captors, whom their love nonetheless melt and conquered, in truth, and if Elrond Half-Elf decreed that he would join the fate of our immortal brethren, serving his king and any pious soul as the most loyal guardian in the annals, his beloved brother Elros preferred glory over an ever-lasting existence under the stars of Varda, destined to rule the future of mankind through triumph and eternal honour, sharing both twins the noblest of the blood ever told or remembered, belonging to proud princes, a silver king, fearless men and one of the spirits who prior time and space lived.
95. Now shalt thou hearken to what befell to Maedhros and Maglor, last remnants of the Smith's prideful brood, who never had relinquished nor forsworn the known infamous oath, to which they were bound with no hope to escape, lest nothingness were upon them as horrible doom for any living, given whom such terrible a vow was sworn to, who was the Omnipotent itself, with Manwë and Varda as witnesses, that never this chain undone could have; both disgraceful princes were not to seek forgiveness and a just trial before the thrones of the Powers, and so they used betrayal and treason to seize possession of the two remaining Jewels, kept by the messenger of light at the behest of the air-dominating Ancient King.
96. Out of venomous spite slew they the keepers of their much-yearned treasure, though a sudden as well as atrocious demise they would have met, had not the magnanimous Herald of Valinor ordered not to lay hand on them, allowing the thief to disappear with his heist, but one should verily never doubt the thought of the Angels, for the two thieves had by then lost right to their father's masterpiece, due to every vice and unspeakable sin which their madness had thitherto evoked, causing their hands to burn and pain of miserable agony; driven to folly and forsaken by all, one cast himself in the fire of the earth, whereas the other threw his Jewel in the wavering fury of the merciless sea, whilst singing the woes of his history at the sight of the blue, and thus the three diadems of this legend eventually found their proper place, away from greed and malicious longing, buried in the flaming ground of the deep soil, lost in the immeasurable width of the seas and well-secured across the skies of the sidereal space.
97. Morgoth had his legs hewn, his very crown became his choking collar and then was he smitten by divine will out of the Door of the Night, trapped in the timeless Void which in earlier eras had been his past lair, and always shall the Mariner patrol those forbidden ways aboard his blessed ship, guarding the bastions of wuthering heavens, lest Eä weep upon its ruins and the end of the world be finally commenced.
98. Sauron, the abhorred lieutenant of the Evil, knelt in front of Eönwë and asked for the pardon of the West, but the envoy of the Valar had no such authority as to grant the demon the benevolence of the western rulers and thence the order to follow the chief Maia unto the realm of light, in order to be judged by the council of the Highest; dreading punishment, to the uncanny East he shamefully fled, going on in the footsteps of his defeated master, doomed to be the new night-mare of our tale and the foul besieging enemy of our beleaguered fortress.
99. Sadly had the forces of the Hallowed Kingdom managed not to retrieve the token of the quest, in which still the lost radiance of the Noon is stored, albeit the primeval guilt having been lifted once and for all from the valorous hearts of the Noldor, leading to the definitive fall of darkness and the restoration of law, regardless of the endeavour's tragic toll and of the mournful end of the Elder Days; if initial beauty and splendour gave way to later desperation, this was the mere unfolding of Arda's fate of decay, of which none might know the very final outcome, except for the magnificent Manwë and Varda, who sole among all creatures may behold with their sight the infinite forever of things.
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