Dagor Dagorath
Posted: 10 Oct 2019 11:57
Originally posted by Sly
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| Seek you news of the East? Of once again the rise of the fell |
| Lord of the Dark? |
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| The Tower looms over you, forbidding. Its doors are closed to |
| you. The city silent. In the West, the sun sets into |
| antiquity and the shadows in the streets of Minas Morgul |
| darken and rise in quiet malevolence. |
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| So, denizens of the reams, think you are safe; think you have |
| won? The Dark Lord's forces crushed by a mere hobbit and his |
| friends? Think again! |
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| The ring may be lost, but the final battle is yet to be |
| fought and so will it be the fiercest of them all. Elves, |
| Men, Dwarves and the like, bow down, your new master calls to |
| you. The Dagor Dagorath shall be your final stand and as |
| foretold in the prophecies of Mandos, The Day of Doom and |
| that which follows will soon be upon you. The End of Days, |
| embrace it, for it is your destiny. |
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| "Thus, spoke Mandos in prophecy, when the Valar sat in |
| judgement in Valinor and the rumour of his word was whispered |
| among all the Elves of the West. When the world is old and |
| the Powers have grown weary, Morgoth the Black Foe of the |
| World, seeing that the guard sleepeth, shall come back |
| through the Door of the Night out of the Timeless Void; and |
| all shall be darkness, for the sun he will turn to black, and |
| the moon will no longer shed his light. But the Host of |
| Valinor shall descend upon him as a searing flame, white and |
| terrible. Then shall the Last Battle be gathered on the |
| fields of Valinor. In that day, Tulkas shall strive with |
| Morgoth, and on his right hand shall be Eonwe, and on his |
| left Turin Turambar, son of Hurin, returning from the Doom of |
| Men at the ending of the world; and the black sword of Turin |
| shall deal unto Morgoth his death and final end; and so, |
| shall the Children of Hurin and all fallen Men be avenged." |
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| "Thereafter shall the Earth be broken and remade, and the |
| Silmarils shall be recovered out of Air and Earth and Sea; |
| for Feanor shall surrender them willingly. Yavanna will |
| rekindle the Two Trees, and a great light shall come forth. |
| And the mountains of Valinor shall be levelled, so that the |
| light shall go out over all the world. In that light the |
| Valar will grow young again, and the Elves awake and all |
| their dead arise, and the purpose of Iluvatar be fulfilled |
| concerning them. But of Men in that day the prophecy of |
| Mandos doth not speak, and no Man it names, save Turin only, |
| and to him a place is given among the sons of the Valar." |
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| Take heed, at the demise of Men? There is no place for them |
| in this supposed world remade? But, believe not these lies |
| and falsehoods of the Valar. For it is foretold that the |
| truth will be written such and a far greater world beckons: |
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| The Door of Night shall be broken and through it will come He |
| who arises in might, The Dark Lord's Master, Melkor, but not |
| alone. For as the door breaks, released on the world are |
| those who served as faithful servants, but were locked in the |
| Void, or ensnared in traps by the faithless and the vile |
| oppressors. And then they will march... |
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| Vingilote is sunk, Ancalagon the Black is risen. The hills |
| have receded, the Caves of the Forgotten are unsealed, the |
| fleets of the Numenoreans with their king restored set sail |
| for Aman once again. Across the frozen straits of the |
| Helcaraxe, risen from the gloom, their icy path shining the |
| way. |
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| The world is unbent! The host of the Valar and their children |
| shall suffer their final demise. The time to yield is passed. |
| Embrace your fate, the end is nigh, snuff out and lay waste |
| to the last remnants of elves and men, their thralls and |
| their sympathisers. And so too will Turin Turambar fall |
| again, the old world will asunder and a new canvas made |
| ready. |
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| And then will the Orcs and the Uruk-Hai join in the music of |
| Melkor and with the Flame Imperishable, the world will be |
| re-fashioned, as it ought, and the shadow of his thought will |
| be upon us all. |
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| A battlement before your battlements, a wall upon your walls |
| - the fortress of your will. |
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| Hail Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedom! |
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