Eonwe's eyes darkened as Pyrus and he stared each other down. Eonwe did not unsheath his weapons, unlike Pyrus.
"Because, I did not release Morgoth," Eonwe said clearly, "I had no intention of doing so. I had no part in Ilmare's designs. I was but a loyal soldier of Valinor, like you Pyrus, before I began to question the actions of the Valar. Once my material form was destroyed and my spirit returned to the Halls of Mandos I was reprimanded by Manwe and Ulmo, spat upon, then sentenced to the void for questions the orders of the Valar. Not even disobeying them. Questioning them. They put me in that dark black abyss where I wandered for years without light, without rest, without company, all because I had the gall to question my orders. I was branded a traitor. A dissident of Valinor. They said I had spent too much time around Mairon and that I had become corrupted. No, I was not corrupted, Pyrus. I was no longer accepting the immoral acts of the Valar. I was locked in that darkness for years until now. For some reason, I am freed. And surely, it could not be the Valar. It must be Eru himself. Now to answer your question, Pyrus," Eonwe said placing his hand on the Maia's shoulder.
"You should not kill us because we're all you have left. Valinor wants us dead. Morgoth will not hesitate to end us. And the world's fate is at stake. These, people," Eonwe said looking around the room, "Are our best chances at stopping Morgoth before he releases his most powerful allies. We can stop the Dagor Dagorath before it even begins. There's still a chance. So, I ask, put aside your grievances and let us slay Morgoth."
Eonwe turned to the rest of them and saw Daugo had left the room already.
"Cardiloc, I was not involved in Ilmare's deceptions. I had no stake in her plans. She deceived me, as well. You can imagine how that feels, to know your partner had been working for your enemy this entire time. I am fated to be one of the most threatening people to Morgoth. I do not serve Morgoth, and I do not serve the Valar. I serve Eru Illuvitar, the creator. I can only assume that it was he who released me from my bounds and placed myself here." He then addressed the room.
"It has been twenty years since you were here. The world has changed. A war occurred between the Dark Lord, Sauron and the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth. Sauron was defeated and the world continued. Gondor stands stronger than it was before with a new King, Erebor and Dale suffered from the wars but emerged victorious over Rhun. The Elves have forged new realms in Mirkwood and the Dwarven Clans have re-united. Harad and most of Rhun has been conquered by the Reunited Kingdom, or what was once Gondor, meanwhilst Rohan has conquered Dunland and defeated its peoples, who swore themselves to Saruman the White. Saruman aligned with Sauron and was recently slain. The world is in a better stage, however, the release of Morgoth tempts that all. He shall start by resurrecting his most loyal followers, Sauron and the Balrogs, then he will rebuild his armies to destroy the world. Unlike Sauron, he does not want complete dominion over Middle-Earth. He wants complete destruction of Arda. Middle-Earth shall be the stepping stone to the rest of the world. And the Valar don't care about Middle-Earth, they did not assist in the War of the Ring and only sent Maiar to support the Free Peoples. The Valar will want to fight Morgoth on their home ground, in Valinor. For that to happen, Morgoth will have to destroy the world, including your homes, your families, your friends and your lives. And we," he motioned to all of them, "Are the only ones who can stop him. So, I ask you, will you give your hearts and souls to preventing the apocalypse. Will you journey with me south to Mordor to stop Morgoth?" It was clear he was asking them and not commanding them.
They, like Daugo, had a choice. They could walk out or they could take up the mantle of defending Middle-Earth.
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Daugo found his way down the staircase. His head was jumbled with the thoughts and memories of Andreth as he felt his way out of the bar. He passed by Barliman Butterbur who seemed twenty years heavier and wider. The bartender didn't seem to take notice of him as he walked out of the Prancing Pony and into the streets of Bree.
The night was starry and clear, the last time he had been here it was pouring and dark. He saw the streets had mostly remained unchanged, there were some pavements and a lot of buildings changed with some being unidentifiable to Daugo. Nonetheless, he found the street which led southwards to his hobbit-hole home.
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