The View from within the Mountains by Dawn Felagund

Chapter 1

Pengolodh's pen hovered over the vellum.

The story filled his mind, but how best to tell it? For once told, it would fill the world.

A bead of black ink quivered upon the nib, threatened to fall and splatter and mar the page.

But even that threat couldn't hasten him. He knew the deep ache that lingered in Gondolin--the kinslaying, the burning, the Helcaraxë and Elenwë and--

--but he'd once met Celebrimbor by the sea and knew more of the story than just that too.

The ink trembled like lips buttoned upon a song. Unthinking, darkly, he wrote.