(INDEFINITE HIATUS) As far as Morifinwë Carnistir was concerned, release was supposed to be impossible. That was what he'd been told, what he'd nearly taken for granted, since the moment he entered those dark Halls. His crimes, his oath, the elves he killed in his struggles, served as clear enough reason for that sentence. And Caranthir had done nothing to beg for pardon. Third Age now, they were saying. What did he care? And the war that raged outside, the work of a returning Sauron, wasn't important to dead souls. Apparently, the Valar had other ideas. This is the tale of the War of the Ring, and how it all deteriorated into chaos when an unplanned visitor swooped in against all odds, changing history as it was written, and perhaps causing a bit too much drama for these newer, higher times. (This fic is currently on a forever hiatus, BUT you can find a sequel fic written by the amazing @HaltandCrowley13 ! Check out their page for the continuation!!!)

Life and Death are out of your control when you are a child. Things happen-things adults can never explain away. Fortunately, siblings are always there for you. Wether it's saving you from a murderous elf, climbing trees with you, saving you from hordes of orcs or inviting you to a coronation, your brother will always be by your side helping you find your purpose in life. Or so Elrond assumed.

Sebastian and Ciel find themselves in a very different Victorian England.