by Eonwe-(Valar)
October 1, 2007
For the 10 Anniversary of the Valar Guild
Stories > Series: What Evil Fears> Unrest: What Evil Fears > Revelaton: What Evil Fears He was there, then suddenly was gone, and the
Palantir darkened: Isildur’s heir. Not like the petty men Sauron had
now under his sway, but like unto the great kings of Numenor, tall and
proud, with a wisdom and power beyond those the Dark Lord had summoned
to him, taught long ago by Eonwë, gifted by the Valar, befriended
by the Elves, and he had wrenched the Palantir of Orthanc from under
the control of Sauron the Great.
Sauron was shocked too much to be furious. After all
these years, the line of Amandil had appeared again to trouble his
plans! Openly Amandil had gainsaid him in Pharazon’s councils as he
sought to bring Numenor down. Then his son Elendil stood alongside
Gil-galad, and together they defeated him, though he had slain them in
turn. Defeated he was, but the greater shame had been that Isildur,
Elendil’s son, had taken his Ring, leaving him weakened for many years,
but he had been patient. He bided his time, recovering his power while
the years passed for his enemies, the Elves returning West and the
might of Numenor waning. Comfort and a small bit of satisfaction it had
brought to him knowing Isildur had in the end been slain because of his
Ring, and many calculated moves he had spent to eliminate his line and
his kingdom. Still, that had been for naught it seems, for Isildur’s
heir now came before him with Elendil’s sword to threaten his designs
once again.
Unbidden it seemed now that the Palantir came to
life, the colors swirling together until they revealed an image of the
past. Sauron could not help but watch as his defeat at the slopes of
Mount Doom, when he was at the height of his power, was laid before
him. In anger he watched, but the images would not dissipate.
The Palantir darkened again, only to reveal a new
image to the Dark Lord. This time he was not at the slopes of Mount
Doom, but within his own tower. The sounds of battle rang through the
halls and through the windows from the outside. From the tallest tower
to the deepest pit he watched himself looking for escape from these
attackers as they scoured the field of battle, but he could not look
away. At last he was cornered, and his opponent stood before him. An
aura of power seemed to emanate from this person, and as Sauron watched
he noticed the person wore his Ring. Almost tauntingly the view of the
Palantir panned upward to reveal the identity of the Dark Lord’s
assailant, only to reveal his greatest fear: Isildur’s Heir.
Finally Sauron was able to thrust the Palantir from
himself. No longer tormented by the visions, he gave orders to attack
Gondor immediately.