The Eleventh Hour

The Valar have broken through the last defenses! Forsaking pride for fear, I flee, shunning the light like a lowly orc.

Alas! How far I have fallen! Once I was the illustrious King of an empire of iron, Lord of Angband, the realm of horror. Now My stronghold crumbles as though steel and stone were naught but mud!

I should have known when I saw the Silmaril shining from the heavens that it would not be long ere the end; that the hordes would soon follow. But I was secure in My power; surely none would ever defy Me again.