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Faenor is leagues away to the north by this point, so filled with wrath that for a little while he actively sought out and destroyed a few of the Orc-camps Glosur had mentioned, killing all orcs within without pity and freeing any captives they might have had.

"The free peoples working with the servants of the Enemy? I almost hope those who collude with those Uruks get their just reward for treating with foul Yrch." he mutters. In an attempt to calm himself, he sends his voice out on the whispering winds wherever it may be, singing out words he had sung long ago in Beleriand:

"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."