Evelyn: The First Age and Valinor by Caunedhiel

1. A New Begining

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Chapter 1

 

Many days and nights had the Nirnaeth Arnoediad raged. The alliance of elves, men and dwarves united under Maedhros, eldest of the Feanorion's, ferocious and deadly in battle. Such hope they had had at the beginning but now the tide began to turn. For every orc killed, many more took their place. Balrogs and other fell demons equally as terrible stalked the battle field.

 

The sun rose slowly, kissed the earth weeping red with blood.

 

The terrible wet rip of swords meeting flesh, the screams of those dying and the shouts of the living pressed on Evelyn's ears. She had trained for this. Spent years with the Elves of Falas, patrolling and taking part in skirmishes but nothing could have prepared her for the realities of war. Exhaustion was close and her muscles protested every movement but she kept going.

 

“Evelyn!” Calengur was screaming her name.

 

Quickly she turned and dodged as an axe struck the ground where she had been but seconds before. Sweat formed on her brow as she faced the orc that would have killed her, the rotten stench of old blood clung to it and its gore blackened armour. Sword raised, she struck at its side, her blade glancing off mail. It spat on the muddy ground at her feet in disgust before engaging her in a deadly dance of steel. Evelyn kept on her toes before dealing a blow to the orc's thigh which sent it to it's knees then cutting its throat with some satisfaction. She nodded briefly to Calengur before turning back to the battle. Their battalion pushed back step by step as they became more desperate, as hope they would achieve a victory slipped from their grasp.

 

The sun shone brighter as the day wore on, as if in defiance to the fate of those below. Calengur kept as close as he could to Evelyn and his people, their small group who had travelled from the coast with lord Cirdan's blessing to join this last stand.

 

A cry went up.

 

Fingon the Valiant, high king of the Noldor had been cut off from his warriors. He looked a lonely figure shining brightly, a last defiant star, surrounded by a blackened wall of hate. There was a final concerted push by all to regroup and reach him as fiery whips lashed about the beautiful silver armour of the elven king and pinned his arms to his sides. Wails of grief rose up from those who were left standing.

 

There would be nothing recognisable left of Fingon the Valiant, crushed and broken into the dirt.

 

Panic spread as the battle was lost. Evelyn looked about for Calengur, spotting him trying to rally their warriors about him. Her relief turned to despair as Calengur fell to the ground with a gasp, a sword buried deep in his back.

 

“no!” she cried, running forward. She didn't notice the horse galloping full pelt across her path, frothing at the mouth in fear till it clipped her and sent her spinning to the ground, her head hitting the floor with force and knocking her out cold.