The End of All

He has come. We cannot do anything. Our warriors are fighting for their lives outside the city gates. And now the piercing metal gaze of this creature searches the fair halls of Orodreth.

The cries of terror mean naught to me as I stand in front of the beast, mesmerised. Finduilas gathers the people in a desperate attempt to survive.

As the metal gaze searches me over, I come to understand that we shall all perish. I do not move, I only watch.

Glaurung the Golden finds me interesting.