Silwë

Tolmen wiped his hands on his smithing apron with a satisfied smile, the forge was working admirably and keeping a steady heat was effortless as he worked, he would add the elaborate filegree and fancy etchings later but for now the sturdy yet flexible plated armour for hiril Urwendi was almost complete.The quendi seemed fascinated with him and was most respectful in his and Silwe's presence, something he greatly approved of. The lady had asked his advice on forging techniques and she showed her own work of a steel sword worked with crystals and mithril, a truly deadly an

She had reached her breaking point that day...

She stirred, awakening in Tham Send. Armor clad, the Noldo blinked dreary eyes open and realized that she was alone.

"Mmph, what time is it?"

Aurthiel opened the door to her forge and workshop. It was dark, gloomy, and had all kinds of clutter, supplies, and half finished projects lying around. She passed the cooling pool, her finished lantern, and collection of raw white crystals. She approached the shop, the forges and work bench. Above the forges, a map of Eregion hung on the wall in valiant display. Oh, Eregion...

     The skies flashed orange as flames leapt across the battlements. Heaving clouds full of water seemed to hang low in a pregnant pause. The screams of the dying and fighting echoed through the elven hewn stones, imprinting its horrors on the once gleaming city of Turgon’s people. Morgoth had found them and employed all his arsenal in an effort to remove this forever blight on his rule of Middle Earth.

O Gondolin, awaiting

Beneath night’s endless starry cloak

Thy marble lanes in reverent calm

bejeweled by beads and gems that

Glitter in the silver lantern light

Thy graceful trees in outstretched joy

Greet thee, unfurling perfect tiny leaves

Their gift, their art, to welcome the day

Behold! Night's ink-black sky transformed

before thee, O Hidden city! Thou art veiled