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Author: Erulisse (one L)
Title: The White, The Green and The Black
Rating: PG
Theme: March of Power
Elements: March 28, Celeborn crosses Anduin; destruction of Dol Guldur begun
Beta: None, but help by friends in parts
Word Count: 1486

Summary: Once again Elven allies stand together against evil. This time it is the White of Lothlórien and the Green of Mirkwood going against the Black of Dol Gûldur.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non-, is made from the publication of this story.

The White, The Green and The Black

Their journey had not been unopposed. Despite the lack of any commanders, each orc had fought hard for its life and some elves had paid the ultimate price. But now they stood in a line positioned across from the darkened entryway, the forces of Lothlórien joined by their Mirkwood brethren. Once more elven forces were allies against the Darkness.

“The evil must be expunged and the walls fall. Nothing can remain of this black fortress,” Galadriel said. She stared unblinking, her steely eyes piercing the darkness ahead like a bird of prey while she gathered Power around herself.

“The forest is aching to breathe free again. For too long the trees have been poisoned by this evil,” Thranduil said, his own sharp leaf-green gaze focused on the jumble of stone walls and rooms that he had called home in the days of his youth.

Celeborn stretched his arms out in front of him, his palms facing down. “The very earth itself is crying out in pain,” he said. He remembered the teachings he had received from Melian in the days of his youth in long-ago Doriath.

The Maia Queen had patiently tutored her young kinsman in the methods of using Power to both guard and heal the land and he had been a proficient student. After fleeing that fabled kingdom at its fall, he and his wife Galadriel had wandered homeless for many years before finding new sanctuaries. But those too had fallen in flame, fear and blood and again they were driven forth. Searching for a new home they had found it in Amroth's kingdom amidst the trees of Lothlórien. When Amroth had gone, he and Galadriel had joined their Powers together and became the new guardians of the land and the people that they had grown to love. He glanced to his left as his wife began to Sing. Once more they would combine their Powers to eliminate evil from the land.

Thranduil's and Celeborn's voices joined Galadriel's, augmenting her Song and adding their own Powers through both words and melodies. The three elven Lords cut through the darkness that had massed in the portal and pushed it away from them. They cleared the way into the fearsome ruins and slowly walked through the entry passage and on into the fortress. Pushing a shield of Light before them, their Song never ceased. Whenever one voice became ragged or weakened, another one picked up the chant. They knew that to succeed they must remain strong and unwavering; each dark corner must be lighted, every crack must be sealed.

The bulk of their troops remained outside the gates to destroy any enemies fleeing the flood of light emanating from the three elven leaders. A select group of warriors accompanied the rulers as they walked the dark ruins of Dol Gûldur. The group carefully examined each level, going ever deeper into the bowels of the scarred earth. Finally they reached the deepest cells, some of which still held prisoners. Many of these poor, deeply injured souls were healed by a sharp, merciful blade. A scant few were gently carried back to the daylight. Once free of the walls they were brought to the healers who spoke to them with soft voices and dressed their wounds with firm hands.

Finally the last of the cells had been breached and all of their occupants had been rescued in one manner or another. Galadriel drew a deep breath and looked to each side. Thranduil still stood tall and proud at her left side. His eyes had been hardened by the sights he had seen, but he still held strength enough to finish the cleansing. Glancing to her right, she sensed continued support and commitment from her companion and husband of long Ages.

“Now we must seek deeper and into greater darkness,” she said. Raising her arms she spread her awareness over the building and its lands, examining it in detail, searching for that which was harder to see – the hidden panels and doorways, the oubliettes into which prisoners had been cast, and any other hiding places or cells that they may not already have found. Only one cavity made itself known to her mind. On the lowest level situated behind an unremarkable wall was a single cell.

She turned abruptly and walked swiftly towards the nondescript barrier. While raising her hands an almost imperceptible tremor flashed through her as she stood facing the tightly fitted stones. Celeborn, attuned as he was to his life's partner, sent a quick surge of Power to her, strengthening her. This would be the end. If they could cleanse this final cell they would be free to call on the earth and ask her to bury the fortress, beginning the deep cleaning that only Arda herself could perform.

Words and melody sounded in the narrow corridor and the stones ahead of the three began to glow moving through colors until they finally gleamed with white heat. Before their eyes the wall began to melt, the stones turning liquid and flowing toward them. Celeborn quickly threw up a barrier blocking the superheated lava from reaching them. Thranduil murmured and the earth gently liquefied and took the molten stone back into itself. After a few minutes the hallway floor was safe to walk on once more.

They approached the room. A sharp intake of breath from Thranduil matched a soft sigh from the Lady. “So here is where he met his end,” said Celeborn. “Thráin deserved a far better death and final memory than this. Is there aught that we can return to those who yet mourn him?”

Galadriel responded, her eyes focused on the sight of the Dwarven king's corpse. “His Ring of Power was taken and given to the Evil One and Mithrandir was able to rescue his Signet ring and pass it on to his son, Thorin. It is unlikely that there remains anything else to be passed to his heirs.” A sudden gust of wind, impossible at these depths, blew down the hallway, passed them and rippled over the desiccated bones which fell from their fetters into a pile on the ground. A small gleam of gold shone from the rags and rotted flesh.

“But wait. I see gold. There may be something here that I can pass on to those who yet live Under the Mountain,” said Thranduil. He walked to the corpse. Bits of flesh still clung to the bones obscuring the gleam of the bright metal. Falling to one knee before the dwarf's body he gently removed a pendant attached to a blackened chain. Coiling it in his hand he placed it into his tunic pocket. “I will return this to his family. Methinks we have much speech to hold between us and much bad blood to mend. Mayhap this will aid in building bridges between our two peoples once again.” He stood and returned to his companions who left the body behind them as they began walking through the chambers once more, reversing their previous journey and finally leaving Dol Gûldur behind them.

One final Song remained and the three Powers of the Elves stood on a nearby hilltop. Calling upon the last of their strength they raised their voices once more asking Arda to reclaim what had become known as a fearsome place of great evil. The skies grew dark while the wind picked up intensity. There were deep rumblings in the earth and occasional dust clouds belched from the entry passage. “Move back,” Celeborn cried out. “The wind is too powerful, we must find shelter.”

The three turned and ran toward the nearby trees, reaching them just as the rain began pouring down. A rumbling sound like many falling boulders came from the hilltop behind them and looking back they saw the unmistakable sinuous curves of a tornado coming down from the storm clouds to strike at the fortress. “Lie down! Flat on the ground,” Thranduil called out to everyone. The three rulers went down together, their bodies resting on the dirt.

The fierce storm raged on for a short time followed by a sudden calm. They slowly rose to their knees, then to their feet, and turned around to look at what had been the ruins of Dol Gûldur. Nothing remained of the ruins or even the hillside itself. Instead of stone walls atop a rocky outcrop, a flat meadow of earth was in front of them and in the far distance they could now see the trees lining the misty, mighty Anduin.

“New grasses and trees will grow here to finish purifying the land,” Thranduil said as he looked over the new landscape with approval. “Eventually it will be as if nothing evil had ever been here.” While the setting sun sent warm rays of golden light washing over them, the three rulers stood together, shoulder to shoulder and arms interlocking, sharing their common joy.


( 22 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 23rd, 2013 10:37 pm (UTC)
Oh, I do like this! So much mistrust and bad feeling had gone down the Ages between Mirkwood and Lothlorien; it's wonderful to see the three Elven rulers united here in common cause and Thranduil, in particular, playing his part - and the dramatic melting of the stones, followed by the earth finally healing itself. Powerfully done.
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I was delighted to have the opportunity to describe what I have visualized as the cleansing of Dol Guldur to you and my other readers. *dancing a happy dance*

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 23rd, 2013 10:50 pm (UTC)
Oh my, what a wonderful, powerful experience. The cleansing and healing, through the Light and songs of power of these beings, will certainly be complete, and begin a new cycle of fresh, free life to this land. A wonderful tale.
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Shirebound. I really appreciate your reading and your review. *hugs* to your wonderful Pippin

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 24th, 2013 03:31 am (UTC)
VERY nicely done! I really like this one, and the way you have THREE Elven Lords cleansing the place is great! It would figure that Celeborn would be of the earth, Thranduil of living things, and Galadriel of the light.

Beautifully drawn!
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear. I didn't have a lot to write this month, but it's nice to know that I'm still writing things that meet your very high standards :-) I really appreciate your taking the time to read and review. It made me VERY happy!

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 24th, 2013 03:50 am (UTC)
I love this true, holy triumph, and the finding of Thrain's remains and the willingness to mend all rifts with the Dwarves before consigning the remains of Dol Guldur to the care of Aule and Arda. Well done!
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:04 pm (UTC)
Wow, I'm totally blown away by your kind words, Larner. Thank you so very much!

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 24th, 2013 03:58 am (UTC)
I liked the visuals of this story, as well as the story itself; the whole story spoke very strongly while I was reading, encouraging me to imagine what happened.
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:05 pm (UTC)
I'm totally jumping up and down with glee. I kept your interest and pushed you through the story - exactly what a good story should do. I'm extremely happy and thank you so much for your kind words.

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 24th, 2013 07:09 am (UTC)
I enjoyed this vision of the land being purified and the power of the Elves.
Mar. 24th, 2013 04:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, Linda. I loved writing the story and am so very pleased that you enjoyed reading it.

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 24th, 2013 07:27 pm (UTC)
I like how you describe their mutual efforts to heal the land. ;)
Mar. 24th, 2013 10:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I have always felt that the Silvan elves tend to be more conscious of the land than the Noldor (despite Galadriel bridging both in this story). I appreciate your reading my story and your kind review :-)

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 27th, 2013 07:25 pm (UTC)
It's really interesting to see the three of them joining forces like this. Very nicely done.
Mar. 28th, 2013 01:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it very much!

- Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 28th, 2013 03:44 am (UTC)
This is wonderfully written-i love how we see how each elf had his/her part in cleansing out Dol Guldur and freeing Mirkwood from its doom. I have a question though-- was THranduil near Dol Guldur? Was he busy with the battles in the North at that time? (please refresh my memory) =)
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this gap-filler! =)
Mar. 28th, 2013 01:15 pm (UTC)
To address your question, I'm really not sure where Thranduil specifically was at the end of March, but I placed him at Galadriel and Celeborn's side to do what was needed at his old home. I really appreciate your reading and your comments and wish I had a more definite answer to your question but I don't think that the exact timeframe for Thranduil was ever specified.

- Erulisse (one L)
Apr. 14th, 2013 04:01 pm (UTC)
I hadn't got around to reading this before. It works very well!
I like how you have balanced out the general description of the Cleansing and the focus on the discovery of Thrain's body and their reactions to it.
Had you something specific in mind for the history of Thrain's pendant? Will Dain recognize it?
Apr. 14th, 2013 06:40 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you so much. I didn't have anything specific for Thrain's pendant, it just seemed to want to be there and I don't argue with my muses.

Sauron's focus was on Thrain's Ring of Power, of course, and Gandalf got the key and signet ring from him so there wasn't much left that could identify the body as being Thrain's. A pendant seemed reasonable, small, easily concealed and recognizable. I would assume that if the elves recognized it, Dain also would.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting, I really, really appreciate it :-)

- Erulisse (one L)
Jun. 6th, 2013 07:53 am (UTC)
This is awesome, so full of power and beauty! I love the palpable power of the song of those three, and how you show them not only working together, but also working together with the forces behind our own, human, perception. Particularly Melian's part as per teaching of Celeborn fits in here so beautifully.
Jun. 11th, 2013 01:58 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much for your kind words. I loved the way that this came together and allowed each of the three to show their special talents and background, yet work together toward their common goal. I appreciate your reading and review :-)

- Erulisse (one L)
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