Note: This chapter is the fall of Doriath from Celegorm's point of view.
Enjoy
We march forward with strength. Determined. We had the right to declare what was our own; years of desire had pushed us to this. The greatest jewel of our lost father has been brought back to the surface within our reach. It was ours to reach out and take. In the months preceding this hour we had sent Dior numerous messages, and for each the response was the same. Silence.
He is young, he hasn't lived through the sorrow and the misery that we have, he will never truly understand. He wasn't there thousands of years ago when our lives were taken into the hands of evil. Dior like his father did not hear the oath we swore, neither of them saw the march we took against the Valar. They may have heard the stories and the songs of our actions yet they still took little heed. All those who opposed us became our enemies; it was by their own choice, not ours. Dior does not realize our anger and that our pursuit will never die. He has now opposed us, so we march forward once again to the inevitable; relighting the shadows of our past. As the blood of the Teleri had, years ago had fallen on the blessed shores, blood now falls in the halls of Doriath.
I watch as my own blood pools at my sides, Dior himself stands over me, "And may you be shown no mercy for this treachery."
"Treachery?" I gasped for a breath, "performing the task I swore before the gods in middle earth; finishing the task my father died for, a task that stole the uncounted lives among my kinsmen; regaining the greatest jewel of middle earth, which my father himself crafted; it is you who brought forth this treachery."
He took no time to let my words sink in, he responded quickly in his defence. "You think me vain, for my desires Celegorm son of Feanor? Did you not take the time to think that I too suffer because of this, for the Silmaril is the only memory I hold of my parents. I have seen the cruel fate of men, yet the light offers hope not just to myself but to my people."
With that he withdrew the sword from my body, and prepared to continue in the battle, I watched him, as I lay helpless on the ground. He looked back at me a final time; his eyes showed me no love. A strange sensation rippled through my body, I had seen those eyes before.
She stood before me, the fairest of the all the Eldar. Her beauty was the sole thing which could be compared with the greatness of the Silmarils. My heart desired her, for her delicate voice and graceful body had won my heart. I reached out to feel her soft skin.
"Forsake you quest for Beren lies in a hopeless pit beyond the aid of anyone. Abide here with me, and let go of the past, the painful memories. Time will close the wounds, for you have a lifetime to live. His time is over. Come with me, I will help you." I caressed her cold cheeks gently with my warm fingers.
She drew back like a scared kitten, yet I stepped towards her once more. "Do not fear me, for I will not harm you, fair princess. Together we can live for many ages ruling in peace and prosperity. Think of the good you do for our people. Your beauty carries a power that many could profit from. Why deny many of happiness while grieving for one alone?"
Suddenly she gained force and pushed me back; caught off my guard I stumbled. "Do not instil your lies into my head, for I do not fear you. For if I forsake the only one whom I truly love, I will not live in happiness. How do you propose I instil good while I grieve forever? You know nothing about me, save that I am the daughter of Melian and Thingol. It is not me whom you desire: it is my beauty and my name." She spoke but a mere sliver of truth, for I knew her far better than she could ever imagine. Her eyes caught mine, and they pierced my heart, shooting sharp daggers. They looked at me with everlasting coldness far from any form of love. A chill ran through my spine.
The chill ran through my body, cooling the blood in each vein. A chill I never wished to feel twice, his eyes were clearly those of his mothers. I took the last of my strength to break the gaze that held us together. I knew it was time, for my part in this battle was over. There was no more I could do, as I felt death overtake me. I have faith in my brothers. They will reach the Silmarils before the end. Within this fate neither elf nor man could intervene.