I looked at Celibana, and then back at the Melkor, who was staring down the other Vala, bearing Grond, waiting for their next move.
"What… is going on?" Celibana asked me.
"I have no idea. But I think it's high time we left," I replied.
"Nay," said Eonwe, "this is the final battle. As such, I predict that by the end of this battle today, one side will be victorious. I merely hope Melkor is not the winner."
"Indeed, I… cannot stand Morgoth," I said.
"Why do you still call him Morgoth?" Eonwe asked. But instead of me answering, Celibana answered.
"Feanor, the Rash, bade us call him that after he murdered Finwe, High King of the Noldor. I am one of few Elves left still in Finwe's blood. But now no Noldor, or any of the Eldar for that matter, call him any name besides Morgoth, for he is the Black Foe of the World."
Then, as I wished to speak again, the voice of Melkor rose above the others.
"Now is the end. Daleks - fire the Cruciform! The Valar are no longer a threat to you. Let us kill them all, one by one."
The beam of the Cruciform fired down directly towards Yavanna, but Manwe leapt in front and used his magic to push back the beam. Melkor aimed a strike directly at him - paralleling his fighting technique earlier.
"Melkor, stop! You are our brother, and even if you turned against us, you do not have to kill us!"
"You can never understand me, Manwe. Never. As such, it's I die, or you die."
Manwe would've taken that strike if not for Aule raising earth as a block.
"Melkor - you cannot beat us all when we work together!"
Melkor merely looked into Aule's eyes and said one word.
"Wrong."
Already, Melkor's fist was impacting into Aule's face. He grabbed Aule's head and smashed it into Aule's own barrier, breaking it, before tossing Aule on top of Manwe. Grond had moved up just before and now smashed down onto both Manwe and Aule. However, Manwe had prevented the Cruciform's first shot. A second shot - this time aimed at Lorien. Direct hit.
"Brother! Irmo!" cried Mandos, in the first display of true emotion in years. Lorien collapsed and was turning into dust.
"I am sorry, Manwe… Namo… I could not… fight harder…" and thus was the last words of Irmo, Lorien, brother of Mandos, before he dissolved unto nothing
