The shadow of Mirkwood - Ungoliant's Children
Belegring had taken residence in Imladris, Rivendell, on behalf of Lord Elrond. He was given rest and the songs of the elves of Imladris had given him back his strength. It was in Rivendell where Belegring later would set out to meet Glorfindel again in the battle of Fornost, and they would fight side by side, once more. They have known each other since the first age, when they sailed to Middle-Earth from Aman, and they were both survivors of the wars of old. At the plains near Arthedain, they defeated the Witch-King, not killed him, but it was here when lord Glorfindel spoke the prophecy of the Witch-King of Angmar’s downfall, that he would not fall by the hands of a man.
After the battle of Fornost, Belegring and Glorfindel took back residence in Imladris and indulged themselves in the peace and the ease of the valley.
Many years later, at the break of a cold winter’s morning, when Belegring was wandering the forests surrounding the dale of Imladris a rider appeared form behind the trees. It was Malfinnor, Belegring’s brother, who only years ago had been found wandering the forests at the slope of the first pass into the Misty-Mountains, before he was taking into Imladris, where he after being questioned, was given royal treatment, as Malfinnor, an elf of such a heritage, would have a home in Imladris, whenever he’d choose to, and so he did, and became an emissary of Rivendell. The golden haired Malfinnor approached his silver haired brother, they held each other briefly, after which Malfinnor spoke, in his melodic voice, ‘Brother, have you not heard of the unrest that stirs in Dol-Guldur?’ Belegring looked at his brother rather seriously, ‘I have not’, he replied. ‘Is there anything to learn about that wretched place, these days? I assumed the fortress to be still and merely lingering in the shadow that veils it.’ Malfinnor took a step closer, before he whispered to his brother, ‘Such an evil as that of Morgoth, does not sleep, it does indeed linger in the dark. Many spawns of Ungoliant have been seen crawling in the forests of Mirkwood, and a darkness clouds the fortress. I myself am too vulnerable to such darkness, as I ever bear the mark of Morgoth. I would not stand against such wretched creatures, without succumbing to the darkness within me. That’s why I was asked to seek you out. You are to go into the forest and find out what you can about these vile spiders.’ Belegring closed his eyes as he spoke, ‘Brother, do not sway in unrest, I shall see for myself this taint of which you speak, and may I be fortunate enough to find it, I shall rid them from the forests of our allies in Mirkwood. Fear not, brother, as my blade is sharp and my hand is swift. I shall take the mountain path. Take rest, brother. You are safe now in Imladris.’
Before Belegring set out to visit the elves of Mirkwood after hearing of the tidings of Dol-Guldur’s unrest, he sought out his former Lord Glorfindel, to whom he had pledged his allegiance and informed him of these tidings. Belegring had put on his armor, a white-silvery plated armor, guided by bright-white cloth, and a white linen cloak was attached to its plate Shoulder guards. His long shining great sword was tempered by the weaponsmiths of Imladris, and its shaft was imbedded with silver lining and the grip was coated in jewels made out of starlight, in it’s pommel, a bright blue sapphire was placed, which bore the light of the moon. At sunrise he set out, on a long journey towards Mirkwood. It was a sturdy travel, with minor obstacles, being the mountain’s cold and the goblins that hide within. Upon arrival to the edge of the forest, he bore witness to the corruption of the forest. It was clear to him that a certain darkness was upon the forest of Mirkwood. He went into the dark of the woods and there he dwelled for days, searching for the spawns of Ungoliant. That’s when he finally saw them, long legged monstrous spiders, with hairs all over their body, their fangs were like daggers and their eyes were the size of the golden apples that grew in the valley of Imladris. The spiders were no match for the elf. He took them out as in a dance, fluently he maneuvered through the trees, with his silver blade slashing through the air. The creatures fell without even touching Belegring. Upon further inspection, he found that there were much more of these vile creatures to be seen in the depths of the forest. And through slaying these monstrosities he found his way to the fortress of Dol-Guldur. He entered this dark place and saw nothing but shadows and death. Out of shadows, more spiders came crawling and he readied his blade before slaying them all. He left the fortress, not knowing how much of these vile spiders still dwell within those ruins. He set out for the kingdom of Lord Thranduil, only to find out that the elves had marched up on Erebor. It seems the longbeard dwarves had retaken their homeland and the dragon, Smaug was defeated and a battle was roaring. Belegring rode a horse from the elven kingdom in Mirkwood onwards to the gates of Erebor, but when he came through the city ruins of what once was Dale, he saw it, a big army of orcs had taken up arms against the dwarves, elves and men fought alongside them. Belegring did not waste any time, he rode into battle, his steed had fallen by an orc spear, but Belegring had jumped off his steed prior to it's fall and with a swift, but elegant dash, he killed the first orc that opposed him. He now stood on the edge of the battlefield. Around him were the bodies of elves, dwarves, men and orcs. Belegring sped to the offense of the elves and fought with the elves against the army of Bolg. There was a brief moment when Belegring layed eyes upon Thorin Oakenshield, who proudly stood his ground as king under the mountain, around him were the bodies of orcs that he had killed. He was a mighty warrior, a dwarf unlike any other Belegring had ever seen. While gazing at the sight of such leader, an orc had appeared out of nowhere and before Belegring could fend off the orc's attack an elven arrow suddenly pierced the orc's skull. An elf bowman came to greet Belegring, 'You are not from the woodland realm, are you friend?' Belegring looked at the elf before him, he seemed rather young for an elf. Belegring would not know that this would be the same elf, that would later be his ally in the Guardians of Arda. 'My name is Erandriel.', continued the elf, 'Have you a name?' Belegring shortly bowed his head down to the bowman before he spoke 'Belegring, emissary of Rivendell, I came by this battle by chance, but I will stand with you, Erandriel of Mirkwood.' Erandriel smiled briefly, 'Mae-Govannen, Belegring, let us fight together then.' and together they fought, side by side, sword and arrow, bow and armor, and many orcs had fallen to their combined power.
After the battle fo the five armies, Belegring spoke shortly with the elves of Mirkwood, before returning to Rivendell, there he learned that Lord Elrond once had expulsed the fortress of Dol-Guldur, together with the White-Council, of the spirit of Sauron. Belegring then continued his dwelling in Rivendell for the following years, together with his nrother Malfinnor, the cursed.
