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Many days had passed since journeying over the Mists of Mithrim and it came to pass that of all the Elves of house Fëanor took camp on the northern shore of Lake Mithrim. Tyelëpfëa looked around in awe and saw the mighty host in full view and was taken aback at the sight, mighty groups of elves along the shore some two hundred metres from the lake began their work in large groups all clad in fine armour, some with intricate designs but most plainly worked. They began setting their tents and laying their bedrolls,''O what a view to behold'' thought Tyelëpfëa as he stood atop a boulder looking about the field, the scene cast in a dim starlit glow.
Hours had gone by since they stopped by the lake though it seemed like an eternity to Tyelëpfëa, he recalled the oath they ahath sworn many days ago back in his home at Tirion, he remembered clearly the words Fëanor hath so readily spoke. Tyelëpfëa was filled with pride as he recalled the way his leader cast his words to the starlit sky as if challenging Illuvatar himself, he pictured the way many quailed and wept as all those loyal to the house of fëanor swore their oaths, he frowned and his heart burned with anger. As he sat there staring deep into the warmth of his fire, vivid flashes struck his memory as his first battle came to mind like waves crashing upon the Cliffside, and he pictured each killing blow like a stroke of lightning.
As time wore on he sat there deep in thought as he rested, his arms lay limp upon his knees as he slowly became more sleepy, fighting the need to sleep, his head swayed up and down as if in a trance, and finally he succumb to the inevitable. Just as he had give in to fatigue he was awoke by a sudden horn blast and jumped up, he looked about the camp eyes wide open though he could see nothing but the dim orange glow of fire light cast upon the pale colour of the tents, he snatched up his shield and spear and looked all about him, he harkened to the shouts from all directions, the clash of swords and the screams of the wounded that fresh familiar sound like that at alqualondë, he knew what was to come as he suddenly saw a small group of his kin sprinting in the near distance and he hurried after them, his heavy mail hauberk jingling as he hastened to follow. As Tyelëpfëa caught up to the few he was sent sprawling forward through the air landing with a deep thud like a boulder unto grass, laying in agony for a few short moments as he caught his breath and regained sight, frowning as he caught the stench of rotting corpse and saw a dark deformed figure standing over him with greasy skin, crooked and twisted features. There it stood drooling, and as his vision quickly ceased blurring he cast his eyes at this creature and was frightened, for a moment he thought he may flee as saw the creature snarl at him twisting its head with a slow desire before raising its weapon high above its head to strike down a fierce blow. Tyelëpfëa quickly reached for his shield and cowered behind it bracing for the blow, the beast struck with such force it caused his shield to shatter and he howled in agony as the creature was taken aback from the blow, left vulnerable he sought the chance to finish it, took his spear with his right arm and thrust it at the creature, it quickly parried his blow. Tyelëpfëa then rolled to the left and feinted a swipe to its legs, growling and snarling, with a sudden jump the creature pre-empted his strike to its legs knocking itself off balance, Tyelëpfëa quickly seized the chance to make his move and struck the creature in the side of its head with the blunt end of his spear. Seeing the creature dazed Tyelëpfëa span round his spear, the tip facing the creature, he struck home with the tip of the spear and stabbed the beast in its stomach, he began twisting and turning the spear in a tourturous slow rhythm, looking deep into its eyes with satisfaction grinning as the creature screamed, he brought his face closer to the creatures and said ’'I know not from whence you came fell creature but know this, if you are to return now to the deepest dark from whence you came, feel not safe nor steady for I shall seek thee and smite thee, now be gone fell beast!’.
Tyelëpfëa weary from the skirmish, collapsed to his knees looking all about him, as he looked all around he saw not a battle but a nightmare, worse than what he saw at Alqualondë, death was all around him, he saw many of his kin slain without mercy and the creatures that fell them dragged some of them away to the shadows and others did not even do that amidst the raging battle they began biting and tearing at the their dead flesh, biting flesh and gnawing bone. Tyelëpfëa for a moment lost all hope and was overcome with dread and knelt there unable to move for fear of the same fate, as he knelt there overcome with dread, his eyes glared upon the sickening scene and was awoke by the roar of another horn blast followed by a great battle cry and in the near distance he saw a great rush of glinted steel in the twilight, steel-clad elven warriors with their golden banners unfurling as they surged towards a mightier host of creatures, Tyelëpfëa awash great pride was suddenly awoke from his trance as many of the warriors still fighting all about him let out a battle cry, he stood and took a deep breath and raised his head a little, and overwhelmed with renewed hope, looked toward the great host and sprinted towards them, letting out a mighty roar.
