Words of Wisdom by AdmirableMonster

Umbar (Fate)

“What kind of fate is waiting for us, Salgant?  Do you think the Lord Turgon will really found a city?”

Lendalwed’s eyes shone, glittering as bright as any of the Tree-touched.  

Salgant laughed and ruffled their hair.  “I am certain he has thought of a role especially for you, holinke.”

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The city is burning, again. Pengolodh sheds a single despairing tear over the memory of the person who was, to him, the kindest Elf he had ever known, before he turns to the flaming lore-house, smelling bitter ashes on the wind.  “Will my fate, like yours, be fire?” he whispers.