The Uttermost West, Before the Thrones of the Valar, in the Timeless Halls
Place: The Uttermost West, Before the Thrones of the Valar, in the Timeless Halls
Time: Between The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers:
Tilion: Olorin! How have you been! Seems like I haven't seen you for--it seems like it must have been most of an age! What have you been doing?
Olorin: For thirty lives of men I have walked the roads of Middle-Earth till the bleeding cracks on my feet had bleeding cracks on them...
Ilmare: Oh, I remember. The mission. Coordinating the elves and men in that mopping-up operation against what's-his-name, that lieutenant of Morgoth, Gorthaur...
Olorin: He calls himself Sauron now...
Tilion: What's it like? Living on Middle-Earth? Being incarnated in a mortal, killable fleshly body? Having only a dim shadow of your native powers, intelligence, and memory?
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