Awaken. (LOTR TS X TIC.)

The Sending, Ariaviale, and Souls.

(I do not own Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion neither do I own the Inheritance Cycle. Those amazing stories belong to their respected authors and creators I just decided to make a fanfiction about them.)

The Valarie looked on the First dragon as the once active mountains of Thangorodrim surrounded its dying form. His ruin smoking with the fires that scorched the lands leaving nothing but ashes in its wake as labored breathes rasped in and out of his terrible maw. The Valarie looked at each other knowing what they must do. And dreading the consequences that would come from it, but hopefully, they would be able to send someone to save the world that they were about to condemn. The appearance of Ancalagon and the dragons nearly cost them the war. His flames and children did what none of the servants of Morgoth could ever accomplish. Not even the Balrogs could come to the power of Ancalagon. They all knew the prophecy that when Morgoth returned that he would raise all of his subjects from the dead to fight for him in the last battle. They could not have Ancalagon be one of those subjects.

One of the Valarie stepped forward, a look of determination on their face, as they razed their slender arms with energy arcing across it. Others placed their hands on them adding with there power so that their energy would surge into them. The one before the others slowly rose Ancalagon into the air as arcs of electricity were sent flowing around his obsidian scaled corpse. The flames still alit in his body. Then in a flash of light and with the sound of screams, the Valarie closed their arms around their chest, as Ancalagon was condensed into a black ball pulsating with fire. The Valarie that was holding Ancalagon up with his powers screamed as a hole was ripped open and then the sphere was sucked into the black pit leaving Middle Earth never to return. Even with all of Morgoth's power, he would never have his great dragon again. But weep oh world for Ancalagon was sent to you, and will arrive because his spirit will find a new host and bind himself to them. Granting them power, at the price of there mortality and sanity.

Alagaësia

Flying. There is nothing Algoroth would rather do. He could feel the air on his wings and the sound of the wind in his ears. The clouds were passing by as he turned his eyes down to the vast forest below. He could see the little animals in the woods running around searching, hunting. His white and black scales gleaming in the light of the sun, but best of all was the peace. He could almost believe that he was not about to fly to where he would be forced to fight his brothers because of the anger of a madman with honey on his forked tongue. He could feel a seans of nostalgia for the times not worrying about war or the riders when he and his brothers and sisters ruled this world. When he did not have to answer to the Riders and their code and before the dreaded Elf war, but alas fate and time where cruel, mistresses along with there sister destiny. He wished that he could turn back time bu-.

Algoroth felt a disturbance with the magic around him catching his attention. He peered around his flaming eye's looking for the source only to see a dark cloud wretching with lighting form over one of the many mountains he was flying by. With a twist and a dive, Algoroth flew to the storm slowly starting to get a feeling of dread as he approached the clouds. The where unnatural they seemed to have come from a different world. He could feel the death arising from the storm as dark tendrils snaked out. Then when he was under the smog for the more he looked at it, the less it appeared like storm clouds and the more it looked like a bellowing pit of smoke. He saw lightning flowing out of what would be described as a black pit with creatures flailing their arms about looking for something to grasp. Algoroth shook his head and looked up to make sure that it was real. With a thunderclap and the sound of a scream, Algoroth saw a sphere like a Heart of Hearts fall out of the storm only to land on the ground as the storm vanished leaving nothing behind. The only evidence that it was ever there being the sphere. Once again he noticed how it looked like a Heart of Hearts but smoother it also was pure black. Instead of the usual gold glow, there was a burning inferno. Algoroth with great caution spread his mind to it so that he could see what it was. As soon as he had touched it with his mind, he felt a sharp inferno blast into his brain. He recognized it as a dragon's mind, but he had never seen or felt such power before. Or such a cold touch. It felt like a blade of ice pierced into his flesh only to leave behind a burning path as his memories were all pulled up and searched in an instant. The dragon started to tear his soul apart seeing all that he knew and gaining all the knowledge that he could gain before Algoroth fought back. The dragon left Algoroth's mind slowly and calmly barely leaving him alive.