A little Tolkien fanfiction

The fire crackled in the hearth as the children gathered around, their faces glowing in the warm light. Elanor, Frodo, and Rose sat wide-eyed, waiting for their grandfather to begin his tale. Samwise Gamgee’s son, Elanor’s father, drew his cloak tighter around his shoulders and leaned forward, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

“Gather ‘round, my little ones,” he said, his voice soft yet carrying the weight of countless tales. “Let me tell you of a time far into the future, a time when darkness will rise again but hope shall prevail.”

The children leaned in closer, their curiosity piqued.

“In the nameless void beyond the night,” he began, “Melkor, whom some call Morgoth, lies chained. Yet, there will come a day when he will escape his bonds and descend upon Arda once more. This terrible day will mark the beginning of the Dagor Dagorath, the Battle to end all battles.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. The children shivered slightly, both from fear and excitement.

“All the Valar, Maiar, Elves, Men, and beasts who have not fallen to evil will stand against Melkor and his dark forces. Among his ranks will be the fallen Maiar, the Balrogs, Sauron himself, orcs, trolls, dragons, and the Nazgûl with their fell beasts. It will be a battle like none other, with the fate of Arda hanging in the balance.”

He looked at each of his grandchildren in turn, seeing the mixture of fear and wonder in their eyes.