Nimlachon

Watching the fire devour the parchment in the same way a hungry dog tears into a meal after months of winter did little to stop the bile rising in his throat. Nimlachon leans back in his chair, holding the letter over the candle’s flame to let it burn. He stays in that posture, with his eyes glued to the flames until the very last of the letter fell away to ash. 

First Age, Shortly after the Founding of Gondolin

Year 3434 of the Second Age.