Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling. The Lord of the Rings and related mythology belong to the heirs of J. R. R. Tolkien.
A/N Whew, the titles of the last two chapters in this fic should be easy enough. This one is in Sindarin. It translates as 'The Valar be with you'. And if you don't know who the Valar are go to the local bookstore and pick up 'The Silmarillion'.
Chapter 29: Belain na le
Out upon the battlefield, the Forces of light were amongst the mists of pure jubilation. The Balrogs had been slaughtered by the dragons and the Nazgul had suddenly faded into the darkness along with what remained of their Fell Beasts. The trolls appeared to snap out of whatever spell they had seemed to be in and were now wandering around confused while the vampires and Dementors fled. The Orcs were being rounded up by the Elves, griffins, and a few of the dragons and all of the Death Eaters were either captured or dead.
The final sign of victory for the light came when Barad-dur collapsed along with its foundations.
The cheers the rang forth from the warriors of Light rocked the very earth they were standing on for the collapsing of the tower meant only one thing: somehow, Voldemort-Sauron had been defeated. After all these long decades, the Wizarding World was finally free of the grip of Tom Marvolo Riddle aka. Lord Voldemort.
"He did it!" explained Ron as he witnessed the colossal collapse of the monstrous tower. "Harry did it! I can't believe it!" He let out a whoop of joy and leapt in the air, his fist raised in triumph.
"Indeed it appears he has," said Dumbledore, surprising Ron when he showed up right behind him. "I believe that this signals that Harry has finally fulfilled his destiny."
"Oh Ronald, do you know what this means?" exclaimed Luna excitedly. "We can hunt nargles freely without fear of carner infestations!"
"Eh?" said Ron.
"Yes, I believe Miss Lovegood has described it most accurately," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye. Ron just decided not to make anything of it.
Out on the battlefield, Gilrandir tentatively approached Metimaloche. "It appears we are in debt to the dragons," he said. "There is truly a first time for everything."
Metimaloche let out a fiery snort. "Think nothing of it," he said. "We merely wish to keep our free..." It was that moment when Metimaloche suddenly let out a painful growl and slumped to the ground, his head writhing around in pain. Within seconds, all of the dragons were writhing in pain as if they were having simultaneous seizures. The very air surrounding the forces of light had changed and the Elves were suddenly on full alert.
"This air, this very stench," muttered Gilrandir. "It cannot be!"
"No, we are free!" groaned Metimaloche. "WE ARE FREE!" The mighty dragon started to convulse.
"W-what is going on?" exclaimed Ron.
Dumbledore looked toward Mt. Doom, a hint of despair showing on his face. "Perhaps, Harry was too late after all," he said, just as the volcano let out a mighty eruption.
Luna looked toward the spewing lava as if she were in a trance and whispered, "Morgoth."
* * *
"We have to stop the chalices," exclaimed Harry. He made a dash for them only to be flung back by an invisible force. "NO!"
"We can't stop them!" said Hermione, her eyes growing tearful with despair. The chamber started to dim as darkness spread forth from the chalices. Soon the darkness started to assume a colossal humanoid form with two sinister, glowing eyes started to form shining forth within the spreading darkness.
"Morgoth!" said Harry. "DAMN IT!" He fell to his knees and beat the ground with his fist in frustration.
"Oh God, Harry!" groaned Hermione, as she kneeled down next to him, tears starting to stream down her face. The two wrapped their arms around each other as they looked upon the forming mass that was the original Dark Lord with despair and desperation.
'I wish we can all be saved,' thought Hermione.
Suddenly a bright light shot out through the sky and landed upon the crater of the volcano, surrounding the form of Morgoth.
* * *
The Forces of Light stared at the writhing dragons with great fear. It was not too long before that those dragons had saved them now. Now, with the prospect of Morgoth appearing, it was most likely that those very dragons that saved them would be once again enslaved and turn on the Forces of Light.
"What can we do?" asked Neville.
Suddenly a voice called out, "Do not despair, there is hope yet!"
Startled, the Forces of Light looked toward the volcano. To their surprise, standing on one of the boulders was none other than Gandalf the White.
"Mithrandir!" exclaimed Gilrandir.
"Look to the sky," shouted Gandalf, "For the second wish has been made!"
Suddenly a bright light shot out through the sky and landed upon the crater of the volcano.
* * *
"W-what is going on?" asked Harry as he stared at the lights.
Hermione merely said, "Oh my," as the lights split up into fourteen lights, surrounding the shapeless form of darkness that was Morgoth. And from each of the fourteen voices a voice:
Manwe!
Varda!
Aule!
Yvanna!
Lorien!
Mandos!
Este!
Nessa!
Ulmo!
Nienna!
Vaire!
Vana!
Orome!
Tulkas!
Flying around those fifteen lights was another slightly smaller light though every bit as mighty. And from that smaller light came another voice: "Hail! Hail! Hear the words of Eonwe, herald of the Powers! For the Valar have answered the wish and hope is not lost!"
It was a language long forgotten in the mortal lands and yet everyone there somehow understood that most ancient of languages and the greatest: Valarian.
And then, once again in Valarian, a chanting song arose from the fourteen lights:
"Hail Eru Illuvatar! Brightest for all eternity! Hail thy music, the harmony that lives through Arda! Hail Eru Illuvatar, the One whom sows out the tune of discord! Hail the One, Eru Illuvatar!"
And with that, everywhere in the field of vision with whitted out in a vast light that covered everything in sight, blinding all. All that was visible in the light were the formless eyes of Morgoth which now looked upward with despair.
"Illuvatar! Illuvatar! Why am I imprisoned yet?" The voice of Morgoth was nothing but a whisper.
And in answer, a voice gentle yet strong: "Be gone Melkor. For the Day of Doom is not yet. For Dagor Dagorath is not yet. Until that time, imprisoned shall you be."
And with that, the light was gone, the chalices were gone and all that was left were Harry and Hermione, both completely stunned, sitting on the ground holding each other what was now a completely dormant volcano.
"Oh... my... God!" said Harry. "I mean literally, oh my God! I think we've just seen something no one's ever seen before. How did that happen?"
"I-I think... that was my second wish," said Hermione.
* * *
The jubilation and celebrations that followed continued on for close to a month. Finally over was the threat of Voldemort once and for all. The Dark Side had fought bitterly and yet in the end, the Forces of Light had once again been victorious.
The various races all fell back into their old routines. The Dragons returned peacefully to their reservations content with the simple life. The Goblins went back to their banks, enjoying the general return of the status quo. The Dwarves returned to their mines, content upon digging the precious minerals within the Earth. Trolls and other Dark Creatures returned back to the wild in their more natural state, no longer under the evil influence that controlled them so. And as for the Elves...
"You have our eternal gratitude," said Harry as he shook Gilrandir's hand. Back at Hogwarts, the Elves were boarding the ships upon the lake that would take them back to the Undying Lands. The mortals whom were saying their goodbyes to the Elves were Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Luna, and Neville. Rauthoron and Angnathron were also present as well.
"The feeling is very much mutual, Heir of Elessar," replied the Elf commander. "For now, Evil has been vanquished upon Middle-Earth. We are grateful to have been a part of this." He then looked out toward his ships and said, "But it is now time for us to head home."
"Yeah, well... I suppose I could wish you well, Master Elf" said Angnathron with a shrug.
Gilrandir grinned and replied, "I suppose I could say the same to you Master Dwarf." He offered his hand and staring at it for a few seconds, Angnathron shook it.
"I wish you well on your journey," said Dumbledore. "But I suppose that is a redundant phrase."
Gilrandir nodded and boarded his ship. He turned around a cried, "Navaer, Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín." Farewell, May Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life.
To this Harry replied, "No galu govad gen. No in elenath hîlar nan hâd gîn." May blessings go with you. May all stars shine upon your path.
"Farewell," said another voice from another ship. The company was startled and looked to see none other than Gandalf on the other ship. "It has been a short visit this time but I do believe it was worth it." He looked toward Hermione and said, "If I recall you still have one wish left, do you not?"
Hermione jumped and said, "Er, yes. I think I do."
"That wish shall be granted soon," said Gandalf. "Never forget that even the smallest amount of good can brighten up the darkest of evils."
With that, the ships pulled out and sailed into the mists covering the lake. Within moments, they were gone, returned to whence they came from.
"Mára mesta," said Harry, "en Hanon le." Goodbye, and thank you.
To be concluded...
A/N I suppose the scale got rather grandiose with this chapter. But that's precisely the way I planned this fic when I started writing it nearly two years ago. Blast! I took WAY too long writing this monstrosity. But it's finally reaching its end. Now that I think about it, this chapter was really rushed, but in full honesty, I really don't care. One more chapter and its over!