Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-26444332-20151202234307

Faenor begins speaking softly, so much so that only those with excellent hearing can listen to his words.

"In that vast shadow once of yore Fingolfin stood: his shield he bore with field of heaven’s blue and star of crystal shining pale afar. In overmastering wrath and hate desperate he smote upon that gate, the Elven-king, there standing lone, while endless fortresses of stone engulfed the thin clear ringing keen of silver horn and baldric green."