A/N: Sorry about the long lapse, other writings have taken my time, but I also used some time working on this one. Reviews will, as always, be most welcome.
I've made some minor alterations, trying to polish it up a bit more, something I might do from time to time to all chapters.
For clarity's sake: itallics are speech.
Disclaimer: see first entry. Some dialog is taken or closly paraphrased from The Silmarillion; anything you recognize is Tolkien's not mine.
Silent.
Day will come again.
They had laughed at my bold outcry, deeming the words empty, and I, I who would defy any foe, I who would give my life to keep the secret safe, was dragged though the mud as night fell. Helpless.
Then: pain. Then: humiliation. Then the slow torment and dark temptations came. Tell me. Tell me, and be free. But I stayed silent. Fearless.
I had seen beauty. I had seen light. And I, I who was named Steadfast, saw light fall and my son betrayed. And I stayed silent. Hopeless.
Go. I pity my fallen foe.
No pity does the dark one know, no day did come to my aged bones. But the freedom of my limbs I took, and went. And I stayed silent. Joyless.
Then: suspicion. Then: mistrust. Then the bitter knowledge and the accusations came. He must have fallen, or he'd not been free. And I went silent. Friendless.
I remember beauty. I remember light. And so I went to where the Eagles fly to look toward that place of light, and all was silent. Then in despair I cried:
Turgon! Turgon! Turgon, will you not remember? Will you not hear, Turgon, in you hidden halls?
But all was silent. Lightless.
Then: darkness. Then: despair. Then the long, hapless road and the anger came. And I walked silent. Friendless.
No pity for the broken man, no pity for his widowed wife. Alone I found her by the darkened stone.
They are lost.
But you are not.
You are too late; I will go with the sun.
I came as I could, the road was long.
How did she find him? Do you know?
And I stayed silent. Joyless.
No more beauty. No more light. And so I went to where the coward people live while she laid dead, unburied, on that hapless site, and all my pain I laid on them until they broke. And I left them scattered. Hopeless.
Then: anger. Then: rage. Then the thirst for vengeance and the mindless fury came. And I walked lonesome. Fearless.
They brought me to the caves, before the Elfking's throne. And I, who was named Steadfast, I, who was the silent, threw my accusations at his feet. And he was silent. Pitying.
There fell the shells from my eyes and light entered the darkness of my mind. Truth I saw in the Lady's eyes and in her words I knew Morgoth's lies. And I stood silent. Helpless.
No day, no new dawn for me. But in the cool, clear after-light of mid-day battle I saw the ruins of my life with silent mind. I bowed, and left. Empty-handed I sought what end I migth. I had lost all, but was no more a thrall.