Mountdoom Stories

The Second Age has ended in fire and blood, and the Third Age is beginning. The Enemy is not dead, but sleeps as the Elves know all too well. But in Lorien a joyous event has occurred in the midst of tragedy: the Lady Galadriel, to the surprise of many, has born a daughter. But she knows this daughter will be one unlike any in Elven history, for she first drew breath at the exact moment that Gil-Galad, Elven King, and Elendil, King of Men, perished in combat on Mount Orodruin (Mt. Doom). Celebriel Laurelin, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn was born under circumstances both auspicious and ill-omened. Still, her arrival is a joy to her parents and the elves of Lorien who claim her for their own. But shortly after her sister's Wedding to Elrond of Imladris--or Rivendell, she finds herself sent away from her beloved Lorien. Something is searching for her, some evil seems to be seeking her out. Is it looking for her, or her mother, or both? She grows up, aware of who she is but still has the uncertainty of youth. She knows her birth was no accident and there is a destiny awaiting her, but what?

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A poem about the ending of the Ring, from the Ring's point of view. For those of you who are not familiar with the word, twain is an old term that means 'two'. Dedicated to Jesus Christ, King and Savior.