Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160127181644/@comment-26444332-20160131182115

(Back from my trip.)

Faenor stands forth to do battle with the Balrog, the shadow and fire looming like a great wall of night over the small intense light emanating from Faenor's arms and armor. With a sound like choirs of Maiar, Ringil, glittering like ice, is drawn from the baldric on Faenor's back.

"Go back to the Shadow, Valaraukë, before I send you to him." Faenor calls, the edge of Ringil coated in frost and the weapon blazing with a cold fury.