The grief of a son...
The Black Dog has stolen my greatest accomplishment! He has invaded my home! And worst yet, he has slain my father! I will not stand for this! The cur! The monster! Does the Jail Crow truly think he can get away with this? He has crossed The Spirit of Fire himself! No...
What have I done?
I hadn't intended...I had never suspected...they weren't supposed to fight back, dammit! It is too late now. I've sworn my oath. I must forge on. No regret. I can still hear their screams. Ai! Such bloodshed. No regret. I must forge on. Though their cries shall always haunt me, at least they shall not have died in vain. Morgoth shall die by my hand.
Perhaps I've truly gone mad...
My son. I see that look in your eyes as you stare at me. That flame! "Who are you?" that look says, "For you certainly aren't my father."
How little you realize though, how much my son you are. How much your countenance resembles my own! Nelyafinwë perhaps one day you will understand! Nolofinwë would only have gotten in the way. He and his brother, both cowards! Not willing to do what must be done. He should have turned back to Tirion along with Arafinwë, it would have made this so much easier.
That at least is what I tell myself as I watch the ships go up in flame, the smoke stinging my eyes.
Can you see the light Morgoth? Be warned, I have come for you!
Can you see the flame Nolofinwë? Do not think so lowly of me. I have a battle to fight, a war to win. It is best this way. You shall see.
I have killed and betrayed my own kin. I must harden my heart. What have you made me become Morgoth? Something nearly as bad as you. This is the least of the sins you shall pay for.
No regret. I must forge on.
All I have done, it has come to naught.
Damn you, Morgoth! May the Silmarils cause you such suffering as you've never felt before!
I'm dying now. My sons...my sons, what have I pulled you into? What curse have I laid on my own people, my own family? I can see it now, with the foresight granted to me in my final moments I can see it. We cannot win.
But we shall never give up. We will die fighting for the things we have come here for. We will be legends! The Foe will suffer long at the hands of the house of Fëanor before all is done.
Damn you, Morgoth! May the Void have you!
My sons, I..I am sorry. I have failed you. I have dragged you into a strange land, into an unwinnable war. Forgive me as I lay dying here. And promise me, you will hold to your oath. If the Everlasting Darkness is to have us, at least we will not go into it without a fight.
Damn you, Morgoth! Whatever fate my family shall face, may yours be a thousandfold worse!
I must rest now, for I am weary. Farewell my sons, my people.
There is no turning back now...