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Author's Note: This is a birthday fic for my friend bhairddragoness. It was a little bunny that popped into my head a few weeks ago. Thanks to Rhapsody for the beta!
The Ashes of Tumladen
Gondolin burns.
Forgive me, Master of the Seas: I should have remembered your song in my dreams and heeded the warning of your emissary. You gave me your favor and my city your grace and protection. I have doomed Gondolin to meet this terrible end.
Outside of my tower window, the servants of the Dark Lord have already stormed the gates, ransacking and looting as they go onward in their killing. With every rumble that reaches my ears, I know that the white walls are crumbling beneath the assault. My heart breaks with every death throe, scream and rumble of stone falling into ruin. I only hope that my last stand here, my sacrifice, will distract these vile creatures long enough for Gondolin's survivors to escape unhindered. Glorfindel, my friend and confidant, protect my family from harm. Take the lords and soldiers who are left and find safety so that this evil does not take them too.
Be strong, my daughter, and do not weep for me. Your son and husband need your guidance and wisdom, but not the depth of your grief. I love you, Idril, and you have made me proud. One day we shall meet again on white shores and gracefully rising hillsides of Aman.
The clanging of metal and the roars of battle cries are carried on the night air. I have met this enemy before and now they have finally come to this last stronghold. Those of my royal guards who remained are true heroes and in lore their deeds shall be remembered in the ages to come due to their bravery. I will join you, my brothers, then meet those who have gone before us: Enerdhil, Ecthelion, Penlodh, the Bar-en-Duilin, and so many more of our kin and kith.
As I gaze up, I see that the flames are closer now and are spreading swiftly. Morgoth's firedrakes consume what is still standing and they shall come for me, bidden by their Black King to seek me out. I can already feel the heat of their breath as I descend the stairway to meet my fate. The walls shake beneath their crushing bodies while the dragons coil tighter around this final monument of my defiance against Morgoth, but I shall not yield or turn in flight.
With my sword clutched in my hand, I will fight until my soul answers to Mandos' call. Never will I give in to the One who has slain my kind unmercifully often in cold blood.
My dear Elenwë, I will see you soon but first, I shall make these foes regret their deeds this night. The Eldar of Gondolin will never be forgotten.