[I went digging through some old files and found the start of the next chapter, so here it is...]
Some time passed. How swiftly the years slip by when the date of paradise's ruination is already set! For I knew, painfully I knew, that Gondolin must be soon to follow its predecessors into the abyss. Once I ascertained the exact date on which I arrived there, I determined I must do all I might to alter the past, and to save that fair city and her people from Morgoth's most terrible conflagration.
Turgon had me installed in a small apartment in a boardinghouse for unattached young women; Celegon at last was reunited with his wife of four centuries, and such joy has man never witnessed. His ending, at least, was a happy one, though I know not his ultimate fate, for, as you shall soon hear, I lost track of the Gondolodrim in battle's confusion- but patience, reader, for I run ahead of my tale. Suffice it to say that Celegon's tribulations did not go unrewarded.
I stayed in Gondolin many a delightful year, but throughout all this was I preparing. The end was much too nigh. When a mere decade remained between the haven of the Elves and her destruction, I could no longer keep my silence for sanity's sake. Meekly I asked an audience of Turgon, and in his condescension the king granted me it. He listened patiently as I explained the danger facing his people. I recounted the entire history as it had come down to me in song and poem - including the date of the attack - and helplessly implored him to fortify the valley in anticipation of it. I told him of Maeglin's treachery. He did not take well to the news.
"You lay a grave accusation against my nephew, Vajralis," he said solemnly, "and with no evidence behind it save your own meagre word. Why should I believe your madness? I humoured you before, but now you go too far."
"My lord!" I cried. "I beg of you - at least build up the city's defences. For think, if I am wrong, then there is nothing lost - but if I speak true, then how many lives will be won on that account?"
The king was silent a moment. Then he turned back to me and said, "There is wisdom in your counsel, young maid. I will prepare for this attack you say is to come. But do not you speak ill of my family again, or you shall find your liberty much curtailed. Go now in the light of the Trees."
I did, meekly and in haste, for sorely I feared that threat of imprisonment. To be locked within some stone chamber without freedom - I could not abide such a situation, not ever again.
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A Note From the Author
Well, hey there! I realised the other day that I am never going to finish this story (it's been fifteen years...) and I thought how frustrated I get when I am into a story and it just cuts off because the author abandoned it. So! I am not going to be that person. Instead, I am going to summarize, here, how this story ends, so that those who have been waiting can have their curiosity relieved and those who find it in the future won't get let down. Therefore, without further ado, a summary.
Vaj (pronounced Vazh; I was an innocent youngster) adjusts to life in Gondolin, but she can't stop trying to think of a way to warn the people there about the forthcoming disaster. When she sees Maeglin (the traitor) in the streets, she freaks out and starts telling anyone who can hear that the city is about to be destroyed and that Maeglin is a turncoat and must be stopped, but no one will believe her. She even tries telling the king, against his express order, so the guard have her confined to quarters to keep her from being a public nuisance. She is helpless to stop Maeglin, and soon the day of destruction comes. The extra preparations the king has made are not enough, seen as Maeglin's been telling the enemy all about them. Trapped in her house, Vaj only escapes once the fierce fighting destroys part of the building and she can get out. She runs off, alone and frantic, and makes it out of the city in the dark, separated from all the other refugees, disoriented and partly injured. She becomes lost in the fens and wanders the swamp for many days. She is about to be eaten by one of the swamp beasts when a tall, handsome stranger comes to her rescue.
...and I found part of that in my old files, too, hence the summary being split up like this.