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Goblets are raised!
"A laita tárienna!"
Mighty are their voices -
Thargelion, year 336 of the First Age of the Sun
[First Age of the Sun, year 536, somewhere in Dor Caranthir]
"Mists are the dreams of the Olvar, they are their sorrow, their hope and their thoughts", he remembered.
(Previous chapter: Sun and Stars)
"Open the gate!
Open it!"
(Previous part of the story: here)
Every morning, I watch the sun rising.
The long peace of Beleriand ended when the dark Lord Morgoth unleashed his fires on the lands of the Noldor.
It was the beginning of a war that never really ceased until the ruin of Beleriand.
[First Age of the Sun. Year 455]
He stood there for a long time.
Without food, water, without sleep... he stood there for many days.
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