In the depth of a deep darkness, a single soul floated through the endless universe. This soul once belonged to a man, but now it was the soul of a woman.
The soul didn’t care anymore about such superficial things. The shadows parted like giant black curtains, and a white blinking ball appeared, floating in the darkness.
The soul awakened and looked around herself… With a silent scrutiny, then it fluttered, its ethereal material, blinking with dim light, as if it was sighing or mimicking the larger, much sharper energy condensation. The being that called itself a god so many years ago…
‘It wasn’t a dream after all… and I wasn’t completely nuts.’
Said the soul, belonging to the dark elf woman known as Ash. The meta dimensional being finally called out to the soul.
‘It is good to see you back, Carl.’
‘Ugh… I never thought that I would hear that name once again… It was over twenty years now? Right? Since I came to Arda, that is…’
The godly being hummed, then blinked sharply and said.
‘It was exactly twenty years to the last second, Carl, or should I call you Ash now?’
‘It… doesn’t matter. Call me whatever you want, but what do you mean by exactly twenty years?’
‘I mean what I said, you spent twenty years on Arda, precisely to the last second.’
There was a moment of silence, then the soul continued in confusion.
‘But how could that be? I mean… I died so randomly, I was shot by a poisoned arrow from a rival orc tribe… and I died from the poison back in my home…’
The angelic being blinked once more, with a sharp presence of light appearing around it. Then spoke again.
‘In this world, nothing happens by accident, Ash.’
‘Yeah… sure, you can literally say anything and I wouldn’t be able to check it, anyway..’
The strange creature laughed lightly.
‘Sceptical to the last moment, and beyond. I see.’
The soul would roll her eyes if she had any to begin with.
‘Okay, so, assume that I believe you, and I died exactly as it was meant to be, and everything happened for a reason…’
‘Yes.’
Answered the flickering ball of light.
‘Then, you should begin explaining yourself, you floating bastard! I was raped because of you, for multiple times! This was a hellish life to begin with! Do you know how terrified I was to give birth to children? And you even made them to be twins for the first time. It hurt like a bitch! I was sure that I will die in childbirth!’
‘But you did not and gave birth to so many beautiful kids.’
‘What else could I do? That damn orc was chewing off my ears that I promised to give him as many kids as he wanted! The bastard wanted twenty, I only got to nine though…’
‘Was it truly necessary to name the first boy, Todd?’
The soul of the woman spluttered as she heard the question.
‘I had to vent somewhere… I meant it to be a joke, but Grilguth didn’t know the context, as I wasn’t allowed to share anything meaningful, thanks to you! In the end it stuck… I thought I would die from embarrassment…’
‘I see. It was very surprising that you managed to convince the tribe to go into the mountains and live thereafter the first battle with the Rohirrim.’
‘I mean, they were literally running into their death… I wasn’t really willing to kill pale skins, I mean humans… even after it turned out they had no worries about cutting my throat… Thanks to you once again.‘
‘Sauron lost the war, and Mordor was destroyed without you even seeing a single one of the main characters in the story. I was a bit disappointed with that.’
The soul of the woman would put her hand on her hips in annoyance, if she would have hands, or a hip at the moment.
‘Didn’t you just say that nothing happens by accident?’
‘It is true, but that doesn’t mean that I control everything. You all have a free will, it would be boring otherwise. Think of it like cooperation, similar to the time we created your new body, Carl.’
‘So you mean that I was raped by accident? It was you who put me in a place filled with orcs… and that cursed root I fell over…’
‘Oh, that, the tree you were walking by was an Ent who accidentally knew Legolas. When you cursed at his name, the Ent decided to trip you in its anger.’
‘Wh-what? You are pulling my leg, right?’
The floating, otherworldly light globe flickered jovially.
‘Yes, and no, maybe.’
‘YOU! Sigh… you are impossible… This doesn’t explain why I was raped like that, though! You better spit it out, as it was you who put me in that location… Don’t try to give me that crap, it being an accident and shit like that!’
‘It wasn’t an accident.’
The being admitted at last, changing its tone to a more serious one.
The soul of Ash felt betrayed suddenly, as if a long foreseen and dire possibility had become true. The white mist forming its ethereal body wavered as if in pain when she asked the next question.
‘Why?’
There was a moment of heavy silence as the two floated slowly in the midst of unending darkness. Finally, the being answered.
‘Carl, you don’t remember how you died on Earth, right?’
The soul of the woman dimmed for a moment, as she answered in confusion.
‘I don’t, and that is good with me… anyway, what does that have to do with anything? I don’t understan-’
The angelic being interrupted the soul as he stated in an emotionless tone.
‘You read the messages on your girlfriend's phone, Carl. You misunderstood a poor joke and ended up thinking that she was cheating on you. In your blind rage, you raped her, then when the truth came out, you killed yourself to escape the consequences.’
‘Wha-what!? That… that must be another bad joke, right? Please tell me that it is…’
‘Look into yourself, Carl… I have never hidden your memories of that night… it was you who wanted to forget them.’
‘No-no! It cannot be!’
‘It seems that I will have to help you remember to them, after all.’
‘No! Stay away from me!’
A series of flashing images burst into the soul’s mind as she began to scream under the assault of traumatizing images. A moment passed, and the soul slowly floated down to the ground of condensed light which served as the floor for this conversation.
The soul has turned into a sobbing mess. As it repeated the pitiful sentence times and times again.
‘I am sorry… ‘
After a few minutes of this, the chaotically blinking soul of the woman, once a man, stopped pleading and straightened up somewhat…
‘You… I think, I understand now… I guess, I deserved it… ‘
There was another minute of heavy silence. As the once again lost soul, felt waves and waves of misery and self loathing. It thought that everything she suffered on Arda was an injustice… and that belief gave her the strength to push on.
Alas, it turned out to be the exact opposite. She deserved all of it… to the very last moment.
The silence was unbearable to the soul. She couldn’t endure it any longer, as she said, almost hopefully.
‘It is time.. for me to visit purgatory, right? Twenty years of burning, might just be enough to forget this…’
The ancient being finally spoke up once more, as it said.
‘One would think that you had enough of that place… After all, you just left it a few minutes ago.’
The lost soul was confused, as he/she looked at the holy presence…
‘What are you talking about?’
She asked.
‘You just spent twenty years in purgatory. You served your time and died while protecting one of your children, your youngest daughter, called Ashryn from a rival orc tribe, raiding the outskirts of your village.’
There was a moment of silence. Then the white orb continued.
‘You got hit in her place with that poisoned arrow. The funniest thing is that if you were really an orc, that poison wouldn’t have killed you.’
There was a long silence falling over the endless halls. Finally, the lost soul asked in a whisper.
‘Then… what now?’
There was a powerful burst of light, illuminating the hall, chasing away the darkness, and coloring it with a white, holy aura.
A deep rumbling sound shook the world, as everything seemed to resonate with spoken words filled with power.
‘Those who wish to save their life shall eventually lose it. While those who give it away willingly for the sake of my creation, which is part of me, will live.’
Then the light retreated and the omnipotent presence slowly disappeared while the darkness crawled back to fill the halls.
The light globe, as if humbled by the presence that just visited, stated.
‘There is still a place for you, sinner, there always was. And I believe someone is waiting to give you an earful on the other side. She has watched your trial over the years… I don’t think making her wait any longer would be a good idea.’
‘She… watched it… is she?’
‘Yes… it is she… ’
‘But when did she die?’
‘Oh, it has been more than two hundred years on Earth since you died… there was a long line you had to wait… you essentially floated in the darkness in slumber for one-hundred and eighty years.’
‘Why? Why would she even watch it?’
‘I believe… that eternity can be quite dull at times… many likes to watch the purgatory trials as a pass time. Come to think of it, you made a small fanbase for yourself…’
‘… I can’t believe this…’
‘You can’t help it, angels still love to read Tolkien stories… you might have to get on track with the new Ring books though...’
‘Wait… what?’
‘It’s a never-ending story… if angels are the ones who write it. Then again, the release of new books is a pretty slow process… it could take a few hundred years each… ’
The soul of the woman was left stupefied hearing that.
‘Didn’t you say that you were God?’
‘I am part of god, yes. I am an angel created to judge the souls among many others.’
‘You lied!’
‘Off you go…’
‘Wait.. you lying bas-’
Meanwhile, a collum of light surrounded the lost soul, as it was spirited away to a place no mortal eyes could ever see.
In his place, another soul appeared, as the angelic being told it the same thing as it told Carl twenty years ago. The conversation went along nicely, and the angel finally got to its favorite question.
‘Where would you like to be reborn?’
‘In Arda…’
‘Hold my beer…’
‘Excuse me?’
‘Nothing… you want to be a dark elf, right?’
‘No way, everyone would mistake me with an orc…’
‘You are quite right about that, cough… Actually, is this your first time?’
‘What are you talking about? You are weird…’
‘I guess I was wrong…’
‘I want to be a warg!’
‘… Are you a furry?’
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The End.
Absolutely great 👍 story loved it…….
Thanks, I will admit that I similarly had a few laughing sessions while brainstorming the story.
Make more stories please... This time a proper long-ass lotr fanfic please a crossover is fine too... Maybe arturia with alter saber personality being reborn as a princess or something like that
I mean i know that saber is not actually dead in nasuverse but f*ck nasuverse logic
Hi, I am happy that you liked it. This story was based on an idea that had been bothering me for a while.
I have two other quite long still ongoing stories, which are intertwined with one another. I recommend checking them out; it is not lotr though... "Star Craft: Struggles of an Infested Terran", and "Star Wars: The Way of the Grey". After I finish does, I will think about making a long lotr story.
A little explanation for this story, a closing conclusion:
The meaning of suffering without knowing or understanding the necessity for it is such an interesting thing.
I think I managed to pull it off in a way that makes the reader feel for a sinner, pity it, while not knowing what he/she did to earn that punishment.
In the very beginning there was a statement that it's a punishment to go into this world, but the main character didn't think so at all. For a while, at least.
There were also different perspectives showing the orc's evil in comparison to simple stupidity and lack of knowledge or cultural devices. "Asking the question; can someone commit a crime, if he or she doesn't know it to be a crime?"
The ending was the revealing of past sin, one which stood against the sense of pity towards the main character's "aimless" suffering. The fact that he remembered every one of his memories except the way he died.
The end was meant to be a deep (and certainly quite bothersome) question of morality, the forgiveness of sin, in the eyes of deserved suffering, the learning of forgiveness, and the accepting of forgiveness towards oneself. Is it right for such a sinner to go into heaven after he has learned his lesson ten fold? Is it proper to look into the eyes of his victim, even if she has forgiven him? How would he feel if they met? Isn't it just another form of punishment, to spend an eternity with someone who reminds you of your worst deed?
The reader was forced to root for the escape of a sinner, then was shown what he did, and that he deserved it. Creating an internal conflict in the readers as they no doubt felt for such a man, only to be slapped in the face with the harsh truth. What would they choose? Forgive him, or not? It is clear what god would do, but isn't it cruel towards the victim? If god forgives such a man and lets him share eternity with the victim of his deed?
I don't know, honestly. I guess heaven might be quite a f*cked up place after all.
@Yokem yeah im following the starcraft one,,, i mean blizzard only dissapointed me a few times mostly with diablo 3,,, so unless the author is really ret*rded or inexperienced, it should be impossible to go wrong with using blizzard games in fanfic
@Domon
You would be surprised. The sole reason I started a Star Craft fiction was that I couldn't find a single one that was not ridiculous or fell apart (maybe stopped) on the fifth chapter.
Come to think of it, usually the main reason I want to write any story is the lack of it. If I see that in a certain theme there are many books already written and there are some that are even better than I would think I could write, then I am not interested. Like, why would I be?
Lotr still has a chance though, even as there are millions of fanfictions, since 95% of them are literal copies of one another... or eleven, maybe ten walker stories, where some random guy tags along, but does nothing reasonable except being a nuisance, or has s*x with Legolas.
From what I saw, it doesn't really matter, if the person is a man or a woman, Legolas usually has to f*ck them in the end.
I guess, I still have ptsd...
@Yokem hahahhahah
Well, that happens regularly, usually they end up either f*cking an elf or being f*cked by an elf.
The problem with the Lord of the Rings is that it is difficult to make a fanfic that does not change the structure of the world, since it is very small, at least where most of the events take place.
@_ciro_
True.
My major problem is, that most fanfiction writers for some reason, treat the original story as some sort of holy scripture that they shouldn't touch more than necessary, because it would register as if they are violating their own favorite story, in a sense.
Now, I get that, but if you don't even have the guts to change it, then why do you even want to write fanfiction? I mean changing it is the main point, people who will read the story already know the original, at least the majority would, so they join reading it because they want to see a familiar world, that they like, but they don't want to read the same story... otherwise they would simply read the original and that's it.
Just imagine, there are literally endless possibilities to do what you want in Arda, yet what are they doing? Join the ring team... There is nothing to do there. They will be fine on their own. Why would a person who got into that world want to join in on an adventure that is complete without his or her presence? Especially since it is ridiculously dangerous without plot armor. Like come on, even Gandalf had to be revived once.
They should just ignore it and have fun. Half of the world never really gets invaded by the enemy before the ring is destroyed. I would just visit the hobbits and party hard for weeks. And maybe after that, began to worry about unnecessary stuff.
@Yokem Yes, it's annoying when they get too attached, but you also have to take into account when a character doesn't change things too much to see such a drastic change in everything around them.