I own nothing save this plot line and my own personal character. Yes, it is the same story as the one in my LOTR strain, however I am trying to get it out a little more. Please read and review. I hope you enjoy.
-SighingWinter
Elvish translations:
Namárië, Brand, ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín- Farewell, Brand, may Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life.
Belain na le- The Valar be with you
Ada- father
Namárië, mellon- Farewell friend
Hannon le- Thank you
Im gelir ceni ad lín, mellon-
Manen nalyë? - How are you?
Im maer- I'm well
Gen hannon- I thank you
Elleth- female elf
Eldar- the word used for elves who left the shores of Aman and took the Great Journey
Fëar and hröar- Quenya words that mean 'spirits' and 'bodies', remove the r at the end and that would be the singular versions of the above words.
Secret Souls
I loved him… why after nearly a hundred years did it come to me now that I loved that man? And now he was gone.
I was too late and we were lost.
Below my beloved city burned and perished beneath the crushing blows of death dealt by Morgoth's foul creatures. Though the balrogs and their lord had been destroyed, still the orcs remained and with the aid of the goblins tore at and through rock and stone as dragons, tainted and lost to the darkness, blew their flames upon the walls, blackening white walls until they crumbled under the strength of the onslaught. The smoke billowed upwards, so that I could be tormented yet further by the reek of burned flesh and the cries of the dying.
Anearith bellowed her pain of the loss of a mate to the darkness as I screamed mine of sorrow for all that had been lost, our cries joining together to echo throughout the battlefield then whisked away by the winds.
What did we have to lose now that all was lost?
Air moved pasted us in whipping waves as Anearith dropped from the sky, slamming into and taking her fallen mate and our broken hearts with us, falling towards the ground at a speed that we both knew we could not survive. The ground opened welcoming arms and the white city that now burned crushed below the weight of two draconic bodies. I flew off of Anearith and then there was pain and I blearily opened my eyes feeling cool water trickling around my body contrasting with the burning rage of the flames that lingered nearby.
Darkness took me and my last thought was little more than a broken realization.
Gondolin was lost.