Many years have passed since I, my mother and my sister Melethiel have made it to Gondolin after the victorious battle of Dagor Aglareb. Life is simple here, and we live hidden from the sight of every outsider. We were soon sorted into Houses, and now under Lord Glorfindel's banner we are marching. Though Gondolin is free of trouble, I cannot say I am not worried about the rest of my family. I wonder how they are, and if they are alright. It has been hundreds of years since I have last seen them, after all, and it would be a sorrow for anyone to be seperated from his loved ones. And many years would pass until we were to finally reveal ourselves to Morgoth, the Black Enemy. Then came the time we would all march under one banner to assault Angband.
From Nargothrond and Doriath came little help, because of the evil deeds of Fëanor and his sons, though at least the few ones that came let me know that my family is alive. At length, Maedhros, having gathered all the strength that he could of Elves, Men and Dwarrows, went on to assault Angband from east and west. On the appointed day, on the morning of Midsummer, the trumpets of the Eldar sounded in the sight of Arien; and in the east was raises the standard of the sons of Fëanor, and in the west the standard of Fingon, High King of the Noldor. All the Noldor of Hithlum were assembled, together with Eldar of the Falas and Nargothrond, and Men of Dor-ló min and Men of Brethil had also come to our aid.
From a distance Turgon Our Lord's trumpet sounded, and the hearts of the Eldar were uplifted, and he shouted aloud: "Utúlie'n Aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatari, utúlie'n Aurë!", and we all answered "Auta i lómë!".
But Morgoth through his spies had learned of the battle plan, and his spy Ulfang, who betrayed the Noldor, delayed Maedhros' attack. A small host of Orcs sallied forth from Angband to provoke the Western host to attack. And the battle soon started. Bravely we fought, with valour, but it was not enough. Melkor had unleashed all his fell creatures, be it Orcs, Balrogs, Dragons, or other Fell-beasts. Many losses there were and long we fought. And thence came the heaviest loss of my life.
A Balrog had come near us, and my sister Melethiel rushed to it alone. She managed to wound it, but the Balrog took her breath long before I managed to come nearby and draw it to me. I bravely rushed to it and avenged my sister, killing the Balrog, but it was too late. Melethiel died in front of my own eyes, choking in her own blood. But it was not the time to mourn yet. Not long after, Glaurung the Dragon and Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, had both entered the battlefield and were coming towards our host. With valour, we fought, and the dwarrows with their masks were able to withstand the fire better than any Elf or Man. Azaghâl, their leader, ran a dagger through Glaurung's stomach, and the dragon fled in pain. Many of Morgoth's forces retreated with him. But Morgoth's victory was near, as he destroyed many of the forces of the Eldar. It was then that Húrin, son of Galdor, bade our King Turgon to leave before even the Host of Gondolin falls. And so we did, and I took the body of my sister with me, to mourn her death in a safer place.
