The Birth of The Nameless Fear

The victory over Ugrukhôr was remembered by those who survived not as a glorious battle, nor as some heroic duel sung by wandering minstrels.

It was remembered as silence.

           Seregrían recalls that for three days and nights, she huddled near a fire fed only by scant wood and her staff’s power, watching over Gwathwethil as the wounded morroval healed herself from within. The she-bat slept a great deal, waking only to sate her hunger with the raw flesh of wolf and ice-drake that Seregrían provided.

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[Lothlann. Year of the sun 455, First Age. Beginning of the Dagor Bragollach, Battle of Sudden Flame. Twelve hours after the unleashing of Angband's fires by Morgoth]

V.Y 1495

Dear diary,

The light of Laurelin is shining brightly, and Telperion is resting. I, my family and Calaerneth have returned to Alqualondë from the Gardens of Lórien, yet I sense something bad. While we were resting in the Gardens of Lórien, I saw a dream, a vision. I believe Lord Irmo is trying to give us a warning... 

Morthalic's head falls down, snoozing away in the timeless sleep. All is black, suddenly he hears a terrifying laugh, followed by a voice calling his name: "Morthalic, Morthalic, come to me, Morthalic." Morthalic follows the voice in the black void, after walking a while he stops. The voice is clearer now, an illuminative figure appears in front of him and whispers: 

Morthalic,