Prisoners of the Void(Tolkien Fanfic)-Prologue

                                                         
                                                     

                                                                      The Timeless Void
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The Void was hard to describe. It was nothing like Middle Earth, or Valinor, or any of the extant realms. It was…...well, a void. There were no smells, except for the cold sweat on your body. No tastes, besides the dryness of your parched mouth. No colors to soften the crushing blackness. No sounds, except for what you brought with you. The beating of your heart and wings. Your short, soft panting as you try to push back the feeling of emptiness and fear and wrongness that starts to settle over you. There was no weather, no temperature, no light, but it wasn’t a natural darkness that reigned. And time didn’t seem to exist beyond the doors. You could spend what felt like a day in the Void, only to return and find that you were only inside for a few minutes. There was nothing natural or right about the place, and the Ainur avoided it, never feeling the need to explore it, or find out more about it. They didn’t know, or even care, why it was there, or whether it’d always be empty.

Really, they knew nothing about it. But after the War of Wrath, when Angband fell and they found themselves with a very dangerous, strangely resigned and silent prisoner chained at their feet, there was no question as to what they would do with him. After all, they had an huge, empty prison right on their doorstep, that was inescapable once the Doors of Night were closed and locked. Then they wouldn’t have to deal with the dark Vala who was kneeling painfully before them, watching them with empty eyes, seemingly having lost the will to fight back. They wouldn’t have to have guards constantly watching him, and be constantly worried about him convincing them to let him go. It was the perfect solution.

Judgement was passed, and Melkor, the fallen Vala, was brought to the edge of the world, to the Doors of Night. He looked at the tall, dark doors, beyond which was the realm where he used to explore. A cold feeling of dread settled over him, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. After all, he’d been in there before, and yes, it was creepy and lonely, but he was sure he could handle it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible waited for him inside, however.

The Doors were pulled open, and Melkor was thrust through, straight into the Timeless Void. He caught himself with his wings before he fell into the nothingness and turned in time to see Manwe watching him as the doors were shut forever, never to be reopened by the Ainur.
The inhabitants of Valinor celebrated for weeks afterward, feasting and congratulating each other for the defeat of the worst enemy they’d ever known. Elves and Maiar danced together, and everyone rejoiced and was merry. The greatest evil in the world had been vanquished, condemned to eternal solitude in the Void, never again to be released. Never again would they face an enemy as wicked and dangerous as Morgoth, they were sure.

But they were all wrong.

For Melkor was not alone in the Void.