Title & Chapter Number: War of Daenova 2/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: LOTR Crossover with Legend of the Swords
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: "Lord of the Rings," "The Silmarillion" and "The Lost Tales" belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, and I'm borrowing them without permission. They will be returned when I am through. Legend of the Swords (LOTS) is owned by the Chroniclers of Khaenna, and I borrowed that with permission. This is a non-profit piece of fiction, so all you lawyers can just bugger off and find someone else to swindle.
Warnings: Character resurrection (Ereinion Gil-galad); the very fact that this is a crossover.
Betas: None
Cast: Major players in the Trilogy; characters from LOTS
Timeline: War of the Ring for LOTR; AU for LOTS
Spoilers: A lot of things from the Trilogy, particularly ROTK. If you've only seen the movies, then stay away from the middle parts of the fic until you've seen all three.
Summary: LOTR AU CROSSOVER. Gandalf has brought in strange new guests for Elrond's Council. They are a mysterious group of people who hid from the Free Races of Middle-Earth - until now. In the lead of their Queen, Caelis, they have decided that it is time to lift the veil over their existence and fight alongside Elves, Men, Dwarves and Hobbits for the freedom of Middle-Earth. But the War of the Ring is only the beginning of another War, for in the realm of Khaenna, Caelis must rise up to claim her birthright and lead her people in a bitter struggle to wrest their lands from the darkness of the Shadow.
Notes: Mostly bookverse, though there will be times when it will occasionally slip into movie-verse - but mostly when the two coincide so seamlessly that it is possible for one to have occured in the other. Thoughts will be written 'like so', and dialogue will be written "like so". Also, many of the conversations in Elvish will be written ^like so^. Many of the conversations in Daenovan will be written ~*like so*~. Any words/phrases that are written in their original, whether Elvish or Daenovan, shall have asterisks beside them and then they will have translations at the bottom of every chapter. Same thing goes for unfamiliar terms.
Chapter Two: Gandalf's Party
Elladan sat, quite relaxed, on the back of his steed, his far-seeing gray eyes scanning the horizon for any approaching friends - or foes. ^The day seems quite calm.^
Beside him, his brother Elrohir nodded. ^Perhaps it is calm for now,^ he said, ^but there is always a calm before a great storm. You and I both know this.^
^Aye,^ Elladan muttered, knowing the wisdom in his younger brother's words. He frowned as he gazed into the distance. 'And the coming of the Hobbit with the Ring is a portent of what evil shall befall all of Arda.' ^How fares the Hobbit that Ada is treating?^
Elrohir shrugged. ^I know not, for I did not have the time to inquire about the matter this morning. All I remember was Glorfindel saying that the Morgul-blade is embedded deep, and will take some time to remove. Ada is doing his best.^
Elladan nodded again. ^That is good, then. I fear for the Halfling's life.^
^As do I, brother. May the Valar keep his spirit strong, that he may have the will to fight against the evil of the Morgul-blade.^
Elladan was about to reply to that, but then, his far-seeing Elvish eyes caught sight of a group on horses approaching from the distance. He noted that Mithrandir, known to Men as Gandalf, was in the vanguard, but riding beside him upon a horse of silver-gray was a young woman.
'Who is she?' Elladan wondered in amazement. Fair she was, with hair that flowed in brilliant argent streams beneath Anar's light, and glimmering onyx eyes that, upon closer inspection, were dotted with tiny silver points, as if the glory of the night sky had forever been emblazoned in those orbs.
Elrohir gazed at the woman with wide eyes. ^Who is she?^ he asked softly. ^She appears to be a young mortal woman, but her face and form are closer to those of our own kindred.^
Elladan shrugged. ^Perhaps she is a peredhel just as Ada is?^
Elrohir shook his head. ^Unless there was some other undocumented union of Elf and Man, then our family is the only one of Half-Elven descent. Nay, she must be of the Maiar kindred, as Melian was.^
"Unfortunately, the both of you are wrong."
Elladan looked up, and smiled pleasantly when he saw Mithrandir and his little company standing not that far away. He nudged his stallion forward. "Greetings, Mithrandir! We have been awaiting your arrival." He glanced at the lady, and smiled as well. "I greet you as well, My Lady, and welcome you and the rest of your companions to Imladris. You ride with our friend Gandalf, and any who are his friends are ours as well." He lowered his head in something of a bow. "I am Elladan, and this," he nodded to his twin, "is my twin brother, Elrohir. We are the sons of Elrond Peredhil, Master of Imladris."
The woman laughed, and smiled as well. "I thank you for the welcome, My Lord Elladan, and to you, Lord Elrohir. I am known as Caelis, and these are my companions: Dives, Rishkon, Urima, Tirmin, and Forwil."
Elladan looked at each person as they were introduced to him. The person named Dives was also a woman, with silver hair that was only a few shades darker than Caelis', while her eyes were the pale blue of the moon on winter nights. Rishkon, on the other hand, was a male with brilliant red hair and startling crimson-colored eyes that gleamed and flashed like rubies against the golden glow of his skin. Urima, on the other hand, was a direct contrast to Rishkon, with his dark blue hair, and deep blue eyes. The male named Tirmin had short hair the color of brewing stormclouds, and dark purple eyes. The last one, Forwil, had dark brown hair the color of rich earth, and bright green eyes similar in shade to the leaves of trees in summer.
Gandalf chuckled then, and spoke, merriment glimmering in his eyes as easily as his wisdom. "I assure you that they will do you no harm, My Lords. Now I know that their arrival is quite unexpected, but I have brought them here for a purpose. They have much to share regarding the Shadow that is spreading from the east."
Elrohir nodded as well, smiling apologetically at Caelis. "We beg your pardon, My Lords and Ladies. It has been long since Imladris has played host to unexpected guests, especially to such fair folk as yourselves."
"Aye, my brother speaks true," Elladan said. He gazed at Caelis. "If I may inquire, My Lady, but of what kindred are you? Where do you hail from?"
The smile on the lady's face held a deep sadness that Elladan understood but could not understand at the same time. "It is a long tale, My Lord, and one that is not pleasant. I would tell it to you and to many others, should Gandalf permit it, but I think it best to tell you the story in more conducive surroundings."
Elladan nodded. "Very well then My Lady, we shall lead you now to Imladris." He turned his stallion around expertly, directing it on the path that would lead to the Last Homely House.
And that was when the arrows came descending upon them.
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Dives felt her blood run chill in her veins as several arrows flew past, barely missing her and her mount. She looked wildly around, trying to see where they had come from. 'What is this?! Who would attack us here?!'
She heard a shout come from Rishkon. ~*Shadow Dragons!*~ he cried.
Even as the words left Rishkon's mouth, seven Shadow Dragons mounted on coal-black horses came thundering from the woods to their left, their black hair flying in the wind of their speed, their jet eyes icy and filled with a ferocious bloodlust.
Caelis started shouting out orders. ~*Dives, Forwil, Tirmin, ready your bows and make sure that they do not get any nearer than they are supposed to! Rishkon, Urima, stay near me! Those that Dives and the others miss, we will have to engage in hand-to-hand combat!*~
Dives swallowed, but nodded as she pulled out her bow and drew an arrow from the quiver strapped to her back. She turned, nocked the arrow, and aimed.
TWANG!!
TWANG!!
TWANG!!
Three arrows flew straight and true, and struck down three approaching Shadow Dragons. Their mounts, bereft of riders, whinnied and fled from the battle.
The four that they could not shoot down were already far too close for their arrows, and Dives knew that they would have to be engaged in close-quarter combat.
She heard arguing from behind her. When she looked, she noticed that the twins - Elladan and Elrohir, if she remembered correctly - were heatedly discussing something with Gandalf. Taking her cue from the bits and pieces of Elvish that she understood, she realized that they were discussing something related to the fight.
Knowing that she would not be needed in this battle, she moved towards the twins and the Istar. "I know that you are discussing this fight," she murmured. "Tell me what it is you wish to know."
Elladan looked at her then, his gray eyes showing just how frustrated he was. "We cannot allow you to defend our borders for us. We are the sons of Elrond! As your escort, it is our duty to protect you and your party."
Dives gave him a sad smile, shaking her head slowly. 'He does not comprehend what he speaks of.' "You do not know what you speak of, My Lord. Neither do you understand what it is you wish to face."
"And you do, My Lady?" Elrohir asked quietly.
"Aye, all too well," Dives said solemnly. She turned away, watching the fight. 'If they knew the power and the horror that the Shadow Dragons have brought to fair Daenova...then perhaps they will understand why I do not wish them to fight.'
A victorious shout rose from Rishkon, causing Dives to snap back to the present. She scanned the area of the battle, and realized that her companions had slain two more Shadow Dragons. The other two were skulking off towards the safety of the trees, casting baleful glances behind them.
"Leave this land alone!" Caelis cried as she pointed her sword at their retreating opponents. ~*You have no dealings with the people of this realm. Involve not those who know nothing of our existence!*~
One of the Shadow Dragons - apparently the leader - smirked. ~*Think you that you are victorious? You may have won for now, Your Majesty, but remember this: you shall never reclaim Daenova from our Lord ever again!*~ With a sharp bark of command, he and his subordinate galloped off and disappeared into the woods.
There was silence for a moment, but this was broken when Caelis sighed, and sheathed her sword once more. She turned to the twins, and smiled apologetically. "I apologize for that undue attack, My Lords. They were not supposed to be here."
Rishkon scowled. "I knew that we should have taken more caution, My Lady! We should have avoided the open roads as much as possible."
Urima gave his friend a grim smile. "It would not make much of a difference, my friend. Their eyes have been ever watchful."
"Who were those people?" Elrohir demanded, his voice a little too harsh. "Who are they that they would dare to attack your convoy so close to Imladris?"
Tirmin raised a hand. "Peace, My Lords. What they are is something that we do not wish to explain, for they are similar to us - kindred of a sort, only long lost to us who have remained true. They are our greatest enemy, the root cause of our...expulsion from our lands."
Caelis nodded, her lips tightening into a grim line as she looked to the south, her eyes glinting with what Dives knew were hard and bitter memories. "Tis true, My Lords. We cannot give you the full story as of yet, for Gandalf prohibits us from doing so, but when the time is right, then we shall willingly give you the story in full."
"Very well, My Lady," Elladan said. "Allow us to lead you into Imladris now. Those who pursue you will not be able to follow."
Their little party began moving again, though in Dives' mind, she knew that what Elladan said was not true. If it were not for the fact that the Shadow Dragons rarely ever had enough strength to accomplish the world-crossing, and if it were not for their constant vigilance, nothing, not even the Elf-realms, would be safe.
'But it is best that they do not know,' she thought with a bitter smile. 'In some ways, Arda is better off not knowing the reason for our expulsion from Daenova and from Khaenna.'
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He squinted his eyes slightly as he watched the small convoy approach Imladris. The glare of the sun against the white clothes, silver hair, weapons and metal ornaments of the riders made seeing somewhat difficult for him, Elven sight or no Elven sight. ^Is it normal for Mithrandir to keep such strange company, Elrond?^
Elrond Peredhil, son of Earendil and Elwing, Master of Imladris, looked up from the document he was looking over to glance at him. ^Indeed, it is rather typical of Mithrandir to bring in strangers, but you yourself are quite familiar with his habits.^ He smirked. ^Who is he leading in this time? A group of Dwarves? More Hobbits, perhaps? Or some strange, unknown race that we thought did not exist until now?^
He turned, and gave his old friend a half-smile. ^I believe that the latter response is the most plausible, for I have never seen so fair a riding since the War of Wrath.^
Elrond stood up, and approached the window, looking out as well. His eyes widened a fraction at the sight he beheld. ^You are right, Ereinion, to say that so fair a riding has never been seen on the face of Arda since Eonwe came with the forces of the Valar at the end of the First Age.^
Ereinion, once known as Gil-galad, nodded. ^Indeed.^
^Who are they,^ Elrond murmured as the riders drew ever closer to the gates of Imladris. ^They are certainly not of any of the Free Peoples, for although their beauty is similar to that of the fairest of our kindred, there is something about them that is not similar to any of the Quendi. And they are certainly not mortals. They are far too fair. Could they be of the Maiar kindred?^
Ereinion shook his head with finality. ^Nay, they cannot be of the Maiar. The light in their eyes and around their forms -tis...different from the light of the Maiar. Nay, they are not of that kindred. These riders are lesser in might and stature than they.^
Elrond sighed, and went back to his desk. ^Ah, I keep on forgetting that you have been to Valinor.^ He sat down, and smiled bemusedly. ^Tis an unbelievable thing that you should return to Arda. I did not think it possible for such a thing to happen.^
^I was returned here because I had a purpose to fulfill,^ Ereinion replied slowly. ^I do not yet know what that purpose is; I only know that I must lend whatever aid I can to the Free Peoples of Arda as once more, the Shadow in Mordor rises to cover Arda in second darkness.^
^Well, whatever that purpose may be, it pleases me greatly to have you here once more, old friend,^ Elrond said with a smile.
Ereinion chuckled. ^Aye, my friend, it pleases me as well.^
At that moment, the Lord of Imladris and the former Lord of Lindon heard a knock on the door. ^Enter,^ Elrond called.
The door opened slowly, and Glorfindel, trusted friend and adviser of Elrond, poked his head into the room. ^My Lords,^ he said, ^Mithrandir and his companions have arrived, along with Elladan and Elrohir.^
Ereinion smiled at Elrond. ^It seems that your guests have arrived.^
Elrond chuckled as he stood up. ^Indeed. Shall you not join me in greeting them?^
^I think it would be better if I stayed here.^ Ereinion grimaced then. ^After all, I am in no mood to hear more teasing from Mithrandir this time around.^
Elrond laughed, and nodded, following Glorfindel out of his study and leaving Ereinion behind.
~*~*~*~
Caelis sighed with relief as she stepped into the archway of Imladris, the cool autumn breeze, spiked with the scent of summer flowers, washing over her and calming her mind. 'This place reminds me of the underground gardens in Urtielus.' Her smile faltered slightly then, for the happy memories she had of the underground paradise the Mountain Dragons had created was tempered by the realization that, perhaps, those gardens were no more.
"Is something the matter, My Lady?"
Caelis looked up, and was met by silver-gray eyes set in a face framed by long dark hair. She smiled, and shook her head. "Nay, nothing is wrong, My Lord Elrohir. Forgive me if I cannot help old memories from returning to me."
Elrohir smiled comfortingly at her. "Then I must ask for your forgiveness for being so forward. What sort of memories does Imladris bring to your mind?"
"Happy memories...and sad memories as well," Caelis replied softly. "Long ago, when I was young, my family and I used to visit a place like this when we wished to get away from the rigors of court life. What pains me is the knowledge that the gardens I remember in my youth have most likely become a ravaged wasteland."
She could tell that Elrohir was curious, and that he wished to ask more questions, but the entrance of another group of people from another part of the hallway called his attention away from her. She looked up, and watched as two Elves entered. One of them was dark-haired, wore gray and crimson, and looked like a somewhat older version of Elrohir. The other had hair as golden as the scales of some of the Mountain Dragons, and eyes that were almost as blue as Urima's.
Gandalf spoke up then, approaching the two Elf-lords (for they could only be Elf-lords), and greeted them. "Hail, My Lords! I thank you for your warm welcome to me and my companions."
The dark-haired Elf in crimson and gray smiled, and nodded. "You are always welcome here in Imladris, old friend."
The blonde Elf looked at her then, a slow, teasing smile curving on his lips. "Mithrandir, you have been cruel not to introduce the lady to us sooner."
Gandalf laughed merrily, and turned around to face Caelis and her group. "Ah yes, forgive me for my rudeness. My Lords, may I present to you the Lady Caelis and her companions." He lowered his voice slightly. "They have come at my request to attend the council."
Caelis curtsied to the Elf-lords. "It is an honor to be here, My Lords. Gandalf pressed the urgency of this matter upon me and my companions, and we thought it best to accompany him on his journey here. Forgive us if we did not send word of our arrival." 'Not that it would matter, because had Gandalf not convinced us, we would not have come here at all.'
Gandalf smiled slightly at her. "Indeed. Caelis, these are Lord Elrond Peredhil, Master of Imladris, and Lord Glorfindel, Lord Elrond's seneschal."
The two Elf-lords bowed to her respectfully. "I welcome you to my home, My Lady," Elrond said with a smile at her. "It has been long since Imladris has seen as fair a company as yours within its halls."
Caelis laughed. "And it has been long, very long, since I have looked upon a place that reminds me so much of my own home." She gestured to her companions. "These are my friends and most trusted advisers: Dives, Rishkon, Urima, Forwil, and Tirmin. I have chosen them to represent our...kindred in the council."
Elrond seemed very puzzled. "Kindred? I mean no disrespect My Lady, but of what kindred do you refer?"
"I am sorry, My Lord, but I am not at liberty to reveal it, for I have been counseled not to speak of it until the appropriate time arrives," Caelis replied, glancing at Gandalf out of the corner of her eye, asking for aid in that one gaze.
Thankfully, Gandalf picked up on her hidden message, and said, "My Lords, I feel that it would be wise to allow the Lady and her companions some time to rest. They have had a long and hard journey, more so than I."
"Very well," Elrond said with a nod, though Caelis thought he looked rather curiously at her and her friends. He spoke with Glorfindel for a moment, and then walked out of the hall with Gandalf and his sons.
Glorfindel turned to her, a small smile on his face as he bowed. "It seems I have been given the task of escorting you to your room, My Lady. Not an entirely unpleasant task, I must say..."
Caelis was about to respond, but Rishkon came striding forward then, eyes blazing with barely contained anger. "Watch where you tread, Elf-lord," he hissed.
"Leave him alone, Rishkon," Caelis muttered as she sent the Flame Dragon a warning look. "He was merely being courteous." She smiled up at Glorfindel. "Forgive him, My Lord. He is rather protective of me, and has been so since my childhood."
Rishkon snorted. "It is only natural, My Lady, that I take that role upon myself. It is my duty as your Swordhand to protect you from all things that may seek to do you harm - whether that harm be physical or otherwise." Once more, he focused his seething glare on the golden-haired Elf-lord.
"But you only did that because I was a child then. And you know that I am no longer a child. You may be my Swordhand, and as such it may be your duty to protect me, but this is not one of those times." Caelis said, placing a tone in her voice that told Rishkon that the topic was closed. Smiling up at Glorfindel, she willingly looped her arm through his. "Shall you lead me to my room now, My Lord?"
Glorfindel grinned, obviously unperturbed by Rishkon's outburst, and nodded. "It would be a great honor, My Lady."
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War of Wrath ~ the war that heralded the end of the First Age of Arda, and also the war where Melkor (known as Morgoth in Middle-Earth) was overthrown.
Eonwe ~ the greatest of the Maiar, and herald of Manwe, chief of the Valar. He led the troops of the Valar against Morgoth during the War of Wrath.
Swordhand ~ translated Daenovan title, which can be loosely equated to the title "Chief of the Royal Guard". The duty of the Swordhand is to handle all the military aspects of running the state, as well as defend the Royal Family.
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