I22-Songs of Power

[rhyselle.livejournal.com]

B2MeM Challenge: I22 - AU – And in that year, the Necromancer, Sauron revealed himself, and he broke the Council that had come to assail him…. & I22 – Canon Couples Celeborn/Galadriel

Format:  Ficlet

Title:  Songs of Power

Genre:  AU/Action/Adventure/Drama

Rating: G/T

Warnings:  Character Death

Characters:  Sauron, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond, Gandalf the Grey, Radagast the Brown, Saruman the White

Pairings:  Galadriel/Celeborn

Summary: Sauron can still sing songs of power. Galadriel, Gandalf, and the White Council emulate Finrod Felagund.  And far to the North, a burglar enters a dragon’s den…

It reminded him of another battle of more than an Age ago, when the son of Arafinwe dared to confront him with songs of power.  That battle had been won, although he didn’t like to admit that it had been a closer call than he’d have liked before Finrod Felagund had fallen before him on Tol Sirion.

He listened as other voices joined Galadriel. There was Celeborn, the quietly dangerous prince from Doriath, His words entwined with hers like the branches of two trees planted too close together.  They might strengthen each other, but when one fell, so would the other.  The Peredhel was no more a threat than any other elf, his spirit still wounded from the loss of his wife. 

And then came the voices of his brothers three; the Brown, the Grey.  Ah, and the White.  He smiled as he heard the tiny dissonance in the last.  The fools had bound themselves to mortal form; stifling their power. They were no threat to him in these incarnations.

He rose, pulling his own power, augmented by those of his Nazgul and his lesser servants about him.  Even diminished from the loss of his Ring an age past, he had a trump card to play.

His voice rang out from the tower, overwhelming the chorus below him.  His song of power, of might and breaking, of binding and darkness, crushed them; for they had thought that they fought only a dark wizard, and not the Servant of Melkor.

The White Wizard was the first to fall silent before him—as planned, although Saruman dissembled and fell as if he had been overcome—and the Brown was easily crushed. He turned to the silver-haired spouse of Galadriel, and wrapped darkness about his fea, so that the light of Celeborn’s wife was lost to him and, despairing, the elf succumbed, even as he, Sauron, offered the Noldor witch the power she had craved, the desire for which had led her to Middle-earth to begin with.  She could rule as Queen at his side, forsaking the fallen Sindar who before her feet.

Elrond and the Grey Wizard stood at her side, the jewels of the rings they bore blazing with light as the three strove against him.  Back and forth the songs raged as Galadriel proudly rejected his offer.  Around the tower, the poisoned forest moaned and thrashed as the earth and sky themselves responded to the Songs.

And then, Sauron’s song abruptly stilled.  He fruitlessly reached out towards the sudden surge of power that called to him, far to the North, where a hobbit had conversed with a dragon and had been consumed with fire—along with the Ring that had fallen from his finger into his pocket.

Doll Gulder itself crumbled, and the Nazgul, whom he’d drained nearly dry, shrieked in long-delayed death throes as, in his moment of triumph, Sauron’s power was finally destroyed.  He wailed in rage and frustration as his fea was torn from his disintegrating body and pulled by insistent summons to the West, where the stern and shining Herald of Manwë, with Tulkas of the Valar seized him, and thrust him out of Arda, through the Door of Night.

Comments

[blslarner.livejournal.com]

Oh, but even if we've lost so many, and LOTR will never happen now, still his own artifice has led to his downfall. He ought not to have put so much of himself into that Ring! Heh! Poor Bilbo, though!