[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 253: As Expected of a Fantasy World

The Noldor Elf King had a highly gifted but extremely stubborn eldest son named Fëanor. With his unparalleled skill, he forged the Silmarils—jewels capable of storing the light of the Two Trees of Valinor.

The beauty and power of the Silmarils astonished even the gods, but they also made Fëanor arrogant and prideful.

Later, under Melkor’s instigation, Fëanor led a group of Elves in defying the gods. Ultimately, he was exiled to a castle far from the capital, where his resentment toward the gods only grew.

With his scheme successful and fearing retribution from the gods, Melkor destroyed the Two Trees, murdered Fëanor’s father, and stole the three Silmarils before fleeing to Angband in Middle-earth.

When Fëanor learned of this, he flew into a rage and named Melkor "Morgoth." He and his seven sons swore a terrible oath: no matter the cost, they would hunt Morgoth to the ends of the world, take their revenge, and reclaim the Silmarils.

He then rallied all the Noldor, including his two half-brothers, and led them away from Valinor. Their goal was twofold: to avenge their father by confronting Morgoth in Middle-earth and to break free from the gods' rule to forge their own destiny.

Blinded by passion, the Noldor followed Fëanor to the coastline. However, the Teleri, the sea elves who built the ships, refused to go against the gods’ decree and denied them passage. Enraged, Fëanor ordered a massacre of the Teleri, seizing their ships to leave Valinor.

When the gods learned of this, they were heartbroken. Mandos, the god of the dead, personally pursued them to issue a warning.

Fëanor and his second brother ignored the warning, but their third brother repented and led a portion of their people back to Valinor. Since the third prince and his kin had not taken part in the slaughter of the Teleri, the gods forgave them.

However, his three sons and his youngest daughter, Galadriel, still longed to venture into Middle-earth and thus did not return to Valinor with the others.

This is why, in the films, Galadriel is always seeking the gods' forgiveness and hopes to return to Valinor.

Disillusioned with the Noldor, the gods raised mountains and barriers outside Valinor, forever barring their return. They also withdrew their influence from Middle-earth, refusing to intervene in its affairs.

However, as Eru Ilúvatar’s second children—humans—began to emerge in Middle-earth, the gods used their power to bring forth a single flower and fruit from the remnants of the Two Trees.

These became the Sun and the Moon, bringing light to Middle-earth and significantly weakening Morgoth’s dark armies.

Thus began the Age of the Sun—the First Age.

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The Noldor, having left Valinor, soon fell into internal conflict. When Fëanor’s faction landed first, they burned the stolen ships, stranding the remaining two groups and forcing them to take a treacherous land route.

Upon arriving in Middle-earth, Fëanor led his forces into battle against Morgoth in the infamous Battle Under the Stars.

In this battle, Fëanor fought Morgoth directly but was slain. Yet even Morgoth was shaken by the sheer power of the Light Elves, who far outmatched the Grey and Wood Elves.

Eventually, the second prince’s family and the third prince’s four children arrived in Middle-earth after traversing the ice. Though they still resented Fëanor’s faction for the betrayal, they united against Morgoth, forcing his armies to retreat into Angband, where they remained in hiding.

However, after many years of relative peace, Morgoth bred dragons, amassed vast hordes of orcs, and gathered human followers who worshiped him. He launched an all-out war against the Noldor, the newly risen human kingdoms, and the dwarves.

Over centuries of war, the Noldor were nearly annihilated, and Morgoth’s influence spread across Middle-earth.

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Eventually, a human mariner and his Elven wife, bearing a Silmaril, reached Valinor under the guidance of the sea god. They pleaded with the gods, revealing the suffering of Middle-earth.

Moved by their plea, the gods forgave the Noldor and descended upon Middle-earth once more. In the War of Wrath, they utterly defeated Morgoth, imprisoning him in the Void for eternity.

The remnants of Morgoth’s forces—Sauron, several Balrogs, and some dragons—fled to remote corners of the world to hide.

This war reshaped Middle-earth, sinking Beleriand beneath the sea, leaving only the eastern lands intact.

With Morgoth’s defeat, the Second Age began.

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For a long time, peace reigned. But Sauron, sensing that the gods no longer watched over Middle-earth, took up Morgoth’s mantle. Disguising himself, he infiltrated various factions across the land and forged the Rings of Power.

Sauron’s defeat marked the end of the Second Age and the beginning of the Third Age.

The events of The Lord of the Rings take place in the Third Age, culminating in the destruction of the One Ring and the end of the Age.

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Based on his memories as a human in this world, George judged that he had arrived in the First Age. Morgoth was still contained within Angband by the Noldor’s alliance, and Beleriand remained at peace.

“This truly is a fantasy world… even an ordinary human here has such incredible physical strength!”

Organizing his thoughts, George raised his hands and couldn’t help but sigh in amazement.

His current body was just that of a regular human male. Yet even this "ordinary" human possessed two to three times the physical capabilities of a standard human from the Marvel universe.

This was not entirely surprising. Even in the Marvel universe, different planetary human species varied in physical strength.

Leaving aside the Asgardians, even Kree physiology vastly surpassed that of Earth’s humans.

Thus, in a world brimming with magic, it was only natural that humans here would be physically superior—otherwise, they wouldn’t stand a chance fighting orcs and other monstrous creatures alongside elves.

For George, this meant that both his main body and other incarnations had received another boost in physical prowess.

"Awwooo!"

Just as George was getting up, a chorus of wolf howls echoed around him. Six starving wolves emerged from the shadows, encircling him.

They hesitated for a moment upon seeing him stand, their eyes filled with surprise. But soon, they lunged at him in unison.

These were no ordinary wolves; each was as large as a tiger, and their strength and speed surpassed even that of Earth’s big cats. It was doubtful that two or three Earth tigers combined could match one of these beasts.

"Almost forgot about you lot!"

This body originally belonged to a human from a local tribe. In this era, humans had yet to form kingdoms, instead living in scattered tribal communities under the protection of the elves.

The original owner of this body had been hunting with his companions when they were ambushed by the wolves. After a fierce struggle, he was killed, and his companions fled.

These wolves had likely failed to catch the fleeing humans and had now returned to claim their kill.

As the wolves lunged, George grabbed a nearby iron spear. Electricity crackled around him.

"Take this!"

With a burst of lightning, he hurled the spear forward. The weapon pierced straight through one of the wolves, pinning it to a tree.