2016 OEAM Big Bang: Nemesis (Tolkien, and 1950's USSR)

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Title: Nemesis
Author: chaotic_binky
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves or their surroundings. I make no profit and have no intention of making any. Although the characters and settings belong to Tolkien this is my own representation of them, therefore any archiving without permission will not be tolerated.
Warnings: Violence, action, separation, punishment, torture, character death, angst, suffering, revenge, Third Age and 1950's Russia. Happy Ending!
Beta: Thank you to the ever wonderful keiliss :)
Artist: wendygame001 - Thank you for your fabulous artwork :)
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel, Sauron, Elrond, Nienna, Joseph Stalin, Orcs, Easterlings, Various OFCs, Manwe, Namo.
Archive: OEAM, AO3, Faerie.
Author’s Note: Thank you to ignoblebard for reading the drafts.
The Russian part of this story was researched using web sources and several books, detailing personal memories and historical perspectives - any errors are mine alone.
Summary: Erestor was raised by Sauron to be a good soldier and a good son but after a devastating betrayal, Erestor is determined to get his revenge... no matter how long it takes.
Thousands of years later Erestor has found his quarry and confronts him in an explosive battle to the death.

Nemesis
by
Chaotic_Binky

“And as the captains gazed south to the Land of Mordor, it seemed to them that, black against the pall of cloud, there rose a huge shape of shadow, impenetrable, lightning-crowned, filling all the sky. Enormous it reared above the world, and stretched out towards them a vast threatening hand, terrible but impotent: for even as it leaned over them, a great wind took it, and it was all blown away, and passed; and then a hush fell.”

Those who watched knew in their hearts that Sauron was gone forever, never again to exist in the lands of Middle-earth, his power vanquished, and his spirit scattered by Lord Manwë's winds to the four corners of the earth. Their hearts gladdened to the certainty that he could never reform. They had won the war and peace would be everlasting. But they were wrong.

Of their number, only one elf was not so easily fooled, for he knew the enemy better than anyone.

Hope was all he had left, but even that was in short supply...