She was still, sensing the tension of power and love over her head. The Dark One, who held the strength of despair, was seeking revenge. Her beloved, resolute love being the only thing that supported him, determined to secure the safety of his family.

Shouting, her husband heaved the Betrayer backward, driving him along the wall. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her son's face away. This battle of light and dark was so intense that she could not bear to watch.

Her life was hanging on the outcome of one small conflict. Of all the battle and wars that had ever occurred, and that would occur, she herself was dependant on this one, almost insignificant, battle.

With an effort, she forced the morbid thoughts away and became aware of a whimpering on her shoulder. The clanging of arms in the courtyard below and the hiss of fire competed with the sound of a life in her arms. A sob choked her.

A hoarse cry of victory came to her ears. Slowly she rose to her feet and turned to face her fate. Her husband stood, rigid and weary, over the slain foe. Slowly he looked up at her, assuring himself that his family was out of harm's way.

Without a word he held out his hand, coming towards her. As she took his fingers in her own, the blaze of fire below crackled. He picked up their child and began to guide her to the tunnel, leading their family to safety.

So much was lost that could never be regained. The night had already cost an eternity of pain and suffering. The dawn was coming. The stars would shine again.


This is not the end of their story, but I cannot write anymore without overusing more cliches. If you want to know what happened to them, read Lost Tales 2, The Fall of Gondolin. I tried to stay very cannon.

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