Micro #27 24 февраля 2000

Chronicle of Arda - Black Chronicle of Arda.

        Natalya Vasilyeva (Nien)



           BLACK CHRONICLE Arda



                Spring of Arda


  Melkor has not regained strength after
struggle with the One and the Valar. Over the edge of the world
now he was staying, and at the time of the Valar got the power 
over Ardoy. 

  And it was night, but they did not see any moon
no stars.

  And the day but they have not seen the sun.

  It seemed to them - the darkness surrounding them, because
until the time the will was withheld Single
their eyes.

  It was then that Aul, a great blacksmith, has created
what was called the Valar pillar of light. Golden bowl was 
placed on them, and not-Darkness filled them with Ward, and 
blessed Manve them. And put the Valar Pillars of Light: Illuin

- In the north and Orman - in the south. Created from
Emptiness and Non-Darkness in the shell of the Void
They closed the particle Ea - Arda.

  At the time, gave all the germs of the seeds
that landed in Middle-Val Yavanna and
raised numerous plants, great and
Small: mosses and lichens, and grasses and huge ferns, and 
trees - if they were alive Mountains, whose peaks reach the 
clouds, whose foot wrapped green dusk, and bright

succulent flowers - sweet viscid juice drink into were their 
fleshy leaves. 

  And were the beasts, and they wandered through the valleys 
overgrown with grass, and inhabited the river and lakes, 
forests and dusk. 

  And nowhere was this set of plants and flowering so rapid as 
in the lands that were there, where he met and Great mixed 
light fixtures. AND there, on the island of Almar that in Great

Lake, was the first abode of the Valar - in those
time when the world was young, and young green was still a joy 
to the eyes of creators. AND long time been very happy with 
them. 

  Pleased by the Valar to see the fruits of labors
her, and they called this time - the spring
Arda, and so that nothing disrupted the flow
it can not command the flames Arda,
they tried to subdue him and underground
signed it.

  But the path opened by the Valar in Arda creatures of
Emptiness, and those settled in the impenetrable
forest thickets and deep caves. At times they leave their 
shelter, and in horror fled from their animals. And the wilted 
plants where were they - as a club creeping gray mist. So void 
was included in world.




  ... He panted, each breath was causing
him pain - sharp minor hot needle stabbed inside the lungs. On 
his forehead and his temples beads of sweat. It seemed to him -

he breathes hot, muggy, humid
sweet mist ... What is it? No need
to ask. He knew:

  Arda. Arda life was his life, pain
Arda - his pain.

  He was supposed to help.

  He re-entered into Arda. It was not easy: like some sort of 
elastic - springy invisible wall would not let him, like a huge 
hand rested against his chest, pushed hard and heavy. It is 
difficult overcome resistance.


  And was terrible world, to meet him, because
the world was dying, but even in the agony
her he was fine.

  Eternal unchanging day awakened to life
seeds and spores of thousands and thousands of plants. Huge 
trees were drawn to red-hot dome of the sky, and climbed the 
grass as a man in the hills. But in the forests of ivy and 
Misgurnus stubbornly crept up slowly, glaring at bumpy rough 
bark, and no ray of light broke through the heavy

foliage. And under the shadow of giant trees
shrubs, herbs and sprouts smothered friend
friend, born and died, barely having time to
flourish. In a stifling hot air dead
grass, wilted flowers, dead leaves quickly start to rot, decay 
and smell mingled with the smell of flowers drop. Pollen - a 
golden haze - was everywhere; everything was covered in her 
soft warm touch, and honey sugary flavor did not go to

tongue and lips were sticky and sweet, and
from thick heavy scent of flowers dizzy. Moist warm air fills 
the lungs, as a viscous gelatinous mass. Plants are crushed and 
devoured each other, and Agony decay clinging to life, and 
predatory ivy sucks the life out of trees, and resistant trees 
stretched upward, seeking beat each other ...


  Symmetrical world, where there is eternal
Non-Darkness. Symmetrical world, where there are no mountains
or depressions. Here there is no place to flow rivers, lakes 
and swamps are, prolonged slime and duckweed, and riotous color 
flower they are, and in They swarmed strange little slippery

creatures, and a thick gold-green mist crawls from the swamps, 
spread along the ground: the suffocating the smell of rotting 
and thick, almost physically noticeable odor of marsh grass ...


  And here are born crazy carnivorous plants - sundew, 
diamond-studded golden sweet inviting drops ... 

  Plants intertwine, move, crawl,
squeezing each other in a deadly embrace;
and in the twilight thickets dark moss eating away
tree trunks, like leprosy, and poisonous yellow spots of mold 
on their gnarled roots are similar to gold ulcers, and trees 
are rotting alive, becoming food for others, and animals going 
crazy ... 

  This was the Spring of Arda.

  This saw Arda Melkor.

  He clenched his temples with his hands.

  The world was shouting: the first cry of a newborn
passed into a furious howl - and a death rattle. Arda muffled 
moan of pain, like a woman that can not be resolved

of the burden; fire, her life was burning from the inside - not 
to escape. 

  Creek throbbing in his head to the beat of throbbing of blood 
in his temples, incessantly, unceasingly, incessantly for a 
minute. 

  Hot pain gripped his heart like a
someone indifferent hand. Non-hostile Darkness Darkness than 
Light. Non-Darkness reigned in world. At the moment, the Lord 
of Darkness Show: all over. It seemed to him: it's doom. For 
Arda. For him. "But I can still act ... "One No, not one. He 
did not see anyone nearby - but they were strong and friendly, 
those who later called the Valar - "evil spirits from the 
darkest depths of Ea." He knew: if he is not strong enough - 
they help him.


  He raised his hand.

  And shook the earth under their feet Valar.

  And collapsed pillar of light: Darkness swallowed
Non-Darkness. In the cracks of the earth seemed to fire
- Like burning the blood in the opened wounds.

  The slopes of the volcanic lava was creeping, burning
sore left no-Darkness on the body of Arda, and
with a deafening roar of the pillars of fire rising into the 
sky. From the depths of the sea rose more land born of fire and 
water, and white steam billowed over their "warm" surface.


  And it was night.

  ... And over night burning the earth on the wings of the 
black wind flew it, and laughed freely and joyfully. 

  With the roar of the mountain collapsed - and rebelled
Again, above the former. And someone whispered Melkor: leave 
your mark ... 

  He came down and stepped on the ground. He
pressing the palm of uncured lava, and fire
Arda not burned his hand and he was - one with
this world. And the black rook from the cooled
lava floated it on the flaming river, and fire
laugh laugh Arda, freed from
shackles, and a young, happy laughter echoed
Melkor she threw back his face to the sky, rejoicing in their 
freedom of conscious and, finally, force.


  ... And a day. And in the red-hot clubs
vapor in a cloud slowly settled on the
ground black ash sun rose, and light
it was scarlet, crimson, bloody.

  And it was an eclipse of the sun.

  Flawed, it turned into a fiery,
unbearably shining sickle, and then became
black disk - a glowing darkness, and the crown
prominences surrounded him, and their heartbeat,
in dance slow flakes of ash could be heard
echo of the dark and menacing rebel music, it weaves a sad and 
icy whisper quiet sound of stars as painful, painful tender 
melody flute - and swift wind, ice and fire,

sounded like a low voice strings, and a muffled chorus of 
mountain peaks - the singing of black Body ...


  ... Now he was standing on a mountaintop. He
stretched out his arms to the red-hot black disk, and the dark 
sword with black hilt of obsidian lay down on his hands, and 
fiery ligature Marks snake pattern running down the blade: Sword

Eclipse of the sun.



  When the land subsided, and the ashes hid her
like a black cloak, and dispel the heavy
misty haze, Melkor saw a new world.

  Symmetry was broken waters and lands, and
was no longer in the face of Arda similarities to a frozen 
mask. Mountain ranges rose on location of the valleys, the sea 
flooded the hills, and bays sharply cut into the land. Foaming 
rabid untamed rivers, roaring in the shallows, carrying water 
to the ocean and over waterfalls in kisee fine spray of water 
and the sun's rays were produced rainbow. 

  So the world has known death, and with Ardoy
on the verge of death he was loved the world.

  So the world was reborn, and along with Ardoy found strength 
to live and fight hath loved World.


  Melkor breathed deeply, the entire breast,
air-to-date world. And he smiled,
but his hand was lying on the hilt of the sword.

  The fight was not over yet.



               PRO Sauron


  So they say: in the darkness of Middle-Aul
created the gnomes. For so wish he would come
Single children, students, who could he
pass on their knowledge, he did not want to wait
execution of all plans Iluvatar. But the image of those that 
were to come, he remembered vaguely, why did it on his 
thoughts, he gave the gnomes a long life, and bodies, and souls 
of their hardness and durability of stone. For thought him they 
not only students, but also colleagues in the wars with Morgoth,

Lord of Darkness.

  And the first assistant in the performance of his ideas was 
the eldest of his disciples, Arta, Aulendil, who was later 
named Middle-earth Sauron. And the strength and knowledge

Artan was equal to his own blacksmith.

  However, the act Aul were not hidden from
Iluvatar, and when finished were works of Woods, and he began 
to teach the dwarves that he knew and was able to myself, 
Iluvatar spoke to him. And silently listened to his words, Aul.


  - Why did you created it? Why try to create something which 
is beyond your understanding? Because I did not give you any 
power no right to do so, just your being

I gave a gift to you, and the creation of your hands and
Your thoughts are inextricably linked with being
yours. They obey you, but if you think about something else, 
they zastynut as living stones - without movement, without 
thought. This is do you want?


  Maya knew Arta, that it is not: not
Aul created a dwarf, and Arta, a secret
from his teacher, gave his creations the ability to think and 
feel. But hearing the voice of the One, he was embarrassed and 
did not dare say a word. 

  And Aul said:

  - I did not want such power. I wanted to create beings other 
than I love to teach them, so they know how wonderful Ea

world created You. For it seemed to me
that pretty in Arda place for many creatures, which will 
enhance the beauty of it, and the emptiness of Arda filled me 
with impatience. And my impatience, I fell in nerazumenie. But

Thou hast made me, and my heart is invested to create thirst, 
irrational child, turn to play his father's deeds, makes this 
is not a joke, but only because he - his father's son. But what 
shall I do now, so as not to incur the wrath of thy eternal?

In your hands I commit I works of their hands.
Thy will be done. But not better for me
destroy them?

  And the tears took Aul great hammer,
in order to crush the dwarfs. Then, involuntarily
cried Maya art:

  - What makes you a teacher? They're alive, they're your 
creations, stay the hand my!


  - I broke the will of the One Creator of all
Universal - Aul moaned and raised his hammer;
Artan but grabbed his arm, trying to
prevent stroke. And recoiled from dwarfs
Village in fear, and begged for mercy.

  Then, seeing the humility of Aul and his remorse, was 
reinforced by Iluvatar sympathy to him and his plan. And so 
said Iluvatar: 

  - I accept your gift. Now you see:
they live their lives and say their
voices ...

  And Aul dropped his hammer, and rejoiced, and thanked 
Iluvatar, saying: 

  - God bless my creations Single!

  And he said to this Iluvatar:

  - How do I put the essence of flesh and thoughts Ainur,
When you create the world, so now I'll give your
creatures in the world. And they shall be such as thou their 
imaginations, and I gave them life, and more will not change 
anything in them. But I will not tolerate that they came into 
the world before First-born, as it was on my mind, and

will not be rewarded by your impatience.
Becomes this: will they sleep under rocks,
have not yet awakened Firstborn Children
mine, in Middle-earth, and you'll have to wait until
that time, though may seem a long wait. But when the time 
comes, my will be awakened them and they shall be as children 
thee, and will often have to fight them with my Child: My 
foster children - to elect mine.


  And again, on my knees thanking Aul Iluvatar, and did 
according to his word, because to Awakening the Elves under the 
cliffs of Middle-earth slept Seven Dwarfs Fathers.


  But the anger was at the heart of a young Mayan, because
he heard a lie One and saw a slavish obedience to the village. 
And so he said: 

  - I read you his teacher, but now
I renounce thee, and curse cowardice
thy. Only a coward would raise his hand to his creations.

  - You're ... - Aul choking,
- How dare you, blind instrument in my hands, a servant, a 
slave, so talk to me! 

  - I dare. I'm not a slave to you. And not a servant to you
more. And I repeat: you're a coward, like all
those who fled to Valinor!

  - You're ... you ... - The blacksmith could not find words;
and finally spit out: - It can be seen too
much gave you the Melkor!

  - Ah, then, do not you created me.

  - Yes! And get out of him! And damn you! You still come back, 
even going to beg for forgiveness! 

  Artan measured the Aul contemptuous look.

  - Nothing, sit in chains - ostynesh! -
hissed Smith.

  Art cold smile:

  - Well, try it!

  Aul trembled with impotent rage, but not
budge.

  - Coward. Cursed - said art.
And he spit at his feet Aul, he turned and
walked away - into the darkness. Village did not dare
haunt him. He returned to Valinor.



  ... Maya walked quickly and confidently, clenching
fists. "A coward, a nobody. Iluvatar evidently does not 
tolerate rivals: a curse, else - intimidated. Well, nothing. 
"Go to Melkor ", you say? And go. He, at least, not afraid of 
anything. Even anger Single ... "


  He stopped. Talked since: Lord
Darkness. Enemy. "And I went to him ... What will he do with 
me?" Fear awakened in the soul of the Maya, but he overcame it. 
"Let him do, what he wants. Back? Repent and grovel

in the legs?

  This coward! - Oh, no! I have no
way back. I say: I have come, take me to
themselves. Let him do what he wants - all the better
What humiliation ... "

  In black gates Utumno he stopped in
indecision. But there appeared before him a figure - an essay 
in crimson flame darkness: the Balrog. He made a sign: "Follow

me. And Maya obeyed. Black Gate
opened.

  They descended the long steep stairs - though in the heart of 
Arda. They went on infinite suite of underground halls and

Maya looked around in amazement.

  But the last room hit him more than
everything in sight. Black stone floor, but
walls and arches are smooth with a soft glow. Like a frozen 
stream of water - stalactites, it seems - to the throne, and 
easy to reverberate a ringing sound ...


  Maya stood before the throne of the Lord of Darkness;
his guide, the Balrog, quietly disappeared somewhere: he had 
one. 

  Maya looked up - and froze.

  This person - a proud, majestic and
beautiful - it was the first thing he saw
on waking. Only then - Aul. Maya
Kuznets asked about who it was,
in that he invariably replied: "You - the creation of my 
thoughts and this is ... to show you." Mayans believed, but 
could not forget. 

  Now Maya saw him again.

  "Morgoth ... So Melkor. Aul blurted out."

  - Hail, Vala Melkor.

  Melkor looked at Maya
fire and black robes, and light irony was in his eyes.

  - Hello, and you, Maya Aul, Arta Aulendil.

  Young Maya wince.

  - I have no name. And the more I do not
Aul servant!

  - Why?

  Maya began to tell, clenching his fists on the
anger. Melkor listened in silence, and finally
said:

  - So, since you're gone. You're brave and bold,
Maya. And what do you want from me?

  - I want to become your disciple. I
nothing - only that - Maya withdrew the blade belt and handed 
it to Melkor - Take it. Just please yourself!

  Melkor, without looking, took their arms and said mockingly:

  - Apprenticeships are not buying gifts. Really
Do not you know that?

  But when I looked at the blade, his face
changed. Two steel serpents entwined in
handle, and their eyes burned alive with fire.

  - How do you know this sign?

  - I do not know ... Maybe someone said, maybe I always knew 
... It seemed to me - The Wisdom of Being ...


  - You are right, only it comes out of Darkness. A -
stones? I've never seen such, what is it?



  ... Blade was the first that he did not
by Aul. But when the joyful, brought
he is his own creation blacksmith, he shrugged:

  - What can you create such that no
would knows me? You - my creation
thoughts, and no intentions, nor in acts of your
there is nothing that would not have had his absolute beginning 
in me. 

  Maya was at a loss. Aul finally deigned to look at it:

  - And what kind of clothes do you have? Why
black?

  - I like it. Can not you see: it is beautiful?

  The response was impertinent. Aul scowled and muttered:

  - Beautiful, beautiful ... Says: Valar servants should wear 
their colors. Why do you consider yourself an exception? 
Beautiful ... Who you just drove it into his head?


  - You said yourself: I - the creation of your
thoughts, and no intentions, nor in the acts of my
there is nothing that would not have had his absolute beginning 
in you! 

  And looking at the Blacksmith their piercing light eyes, Maya 
laughed. Aul not immediately found the answer:


  - Squirt! Look, I will plant in the chain -
differently zapoesh!

  - And do not you afraid? Chain made - and in fact
anything else will not be able to create.

  Aul angry. It would be about
punish the Maya, but then the first student, the most capable 
and knowledgeable ... 

  Shaft attempt.



  For the first time at least someone interested in the 
creations of Maya art. Because a boy joy he began telling them 
how to make the thought of stone, like a drop of blood Arda, as 
he took the particle and the flame of Arda her in the crystal, 
how to decorate these stones created by him ...


  Melkor listened intently, occasionally asking questions. Then 
he said, his voice again became sarcastic:


  - Are you in fact given to create. Why do you
came to me - because you say that
but to destroy, I am not able neither to
what?

  Maya looked at the hands of Melkor, quietly
lying on the armrest of the throne. Narrow,
strong. Long thin fingers. Amazingly beautiful hands.

  - Your hands of the creator - quietly said Maya.

  - Only _o_n_i_ trying to destroy
everything that I create. - Deaf anguish was
Shafts words. - I never saw your
creations ... - Val smiled - almost imperceptibly, corner of 
lips - and looked at the blade of the Maya. He closed his eyes 
and slowly ran his hand along the blade. And the blade on fire 
icy pale flame under his fingers. 

  Maya looked aghast at Melkor.

  - How did you do? None of them
can this ...

  - They have rejected the darkness, that the ancient world;
rejected and knowledge of Darkness. A spell of Darkness
more spells of Light. It's simple. -
Melkor handed Maya Blade: - Take it.

  Heart of the Maya fell:

  - You're ... rejecting my gift?

  - It's rightfully yours. And I already told you: do not buy 
gifts of discipleship. Thank you, but I am not assuming others' 
creations - Morgoth smiled sadly. - Take it.


  Maya took from the hands of Melkor coldly gleaming blade.

  "I do not need him - seriously thought Maya -
and I have nowhere to go. Why am I him? Too
know very little. Too little can. It's over. "

  Melkor looked at the young Maya and, rising from his throne, 
briefly said:


  - Come on.

  Maya, with clenched teeth, slowly followed
Melkor.

  "We say - go away. And what shall I do?" Do not come back. 
She would not come back. On knees to beg I will - let the host 
leaves. Whatever, I'll do. Only - with him, "- bitterly thought 
Maya. 

  They now stood on a mountaintop. AND
Melkor said to the young Maya:

  - Look.

  At first he saw nothing except the usual dark. And then 
lunged over the head of blinding light - a shining, fiery, 
heated ... Maya quietly screamed and covered his eyes with his 
hand: 

  - Light ... where? What is it?

  - Sun.

  - It is made - do you?

  - No. It was earlier, before Arda.
Look.

  And Maya looked and saw the fire
ball, darkening - if cooled boiling metal, has disappeared 
behind horizon. And there was darkness, but now the Maya saw 
her light - sparks, glowing cold light of the drop.


  - What is it?

  - Stars. The same sun as that
thou hast seen. Only they are very far away. There -
other worlds ...

  - They also created a single? Like Arda?

  - No. They were and Eru, and he - not
the only creator, though is trying to forget about it. His name 
- Era - originally meaning "flame", but he calls themselves as 
a single and trying to get the rest believe in it.


  Young Maya probably be afraid,
Say it is someone else, not Morgoth. But
Now the fear was not: he believed Melkor and
admired his proud determination and wisdom.

  "He is truly fearless. And indeed -
mightiest of the Ainur. Not for nothing Valar
so afraid of him. "

  Val looked at the young Maya and her eyes
it shone like stars:

  - But why did not I seen this?
- Asked Maya.

  - Not just you. Others, too - for a time. Just look without 
seeing. The will of Eru. I glad you are not able to close his 
eyes. 

  And, putting his arm around Maya, so Melkor said:

  - You will be my disciple. I've long since decided. Yet when 
he saw the creation of your hands. 

  He sighed and added, with an unclear
sadness:

  - And yet you did the first - Blade ...

  - Lord of ... - Maya gasped.

  - From the name you - Gorthauer. No, not
"Odious": in different languages ​​share the
same names mean different things. In the language that
originates from the Darkness, the name means -
Wielding the power of the Flame.

  He smiled brightly and calmly:

  - Many more will have to teach you, Maya
Gorthauer ...