A/N: This chapter is a bit on the deranged-and-psychotic-angst side, and what is going on may not be evident in the story. The narrator is Eöl, and these are his last thoughts as he regards the sunrise in Gondolin.
21. Stealing
You usurper, thief of peace, of land, of life. With you came them, your accomplices, murderers and raiders.
Before, it was dark: eternally dark, beautifully dark, purely dark. The star-pricked sky was enough to content us, but still you arose, the symbol of our decline, with war and turmoil in your train; yet with love and beauty unforeseen-and now regrettable.
You brought her to me, and for that I loathe you. You, the bringer of my woes, if not for you we would both still live. The child would not, but what does that matter? There he stands, silent, in your terrible rays that bathe him as they do me for the final time.
I curse him, you, all of them. Now I suppose you are revenged against the one who has ever despised you.
And I fall.