The first fire of Men🔥

 I wandered far from Nargothrond as my heart grew restless, the moon called me beyond the borders of my kingdom. It was then that I saw flickers of fire and a different kind of warmth in the midst of the cold wood, A fire different than the one that burned in our halls, more fragile and trembling.

I peeked through hiding in the shadow and what i saw astonished me. A creature unlike us, they were not elves, nor dwarves, nor any creature of the shadow. Their eyes shone with wander and fear. They were singing softly, their melody was earnest but imperfect. It was not like the songs of the eldars which were shaped with ages of memory, flowing and flawless. But theirs was different, it was a beginning but not yet perfection.

I stepped among them with my own song and even though they wondered of what being i am, they dare not stop me to question as my song was more melodious and harmonious then they have ever heard. I spoke gently, teaching them the tongue of the eldar, and slowly their fear turned to awe, and awe to trust. We spoke long that night and i started feeling this warmth within me. They told of their journey and their wanderings, of the dark things that haunted them, of the dreams that stirred in their hearts. It was then that i felt a bond forming, not of lordship but of friendship. They were not children to be ruled, nor rivals to be feared. They were companions in the long tale of arda.

I reminisce that night while I lay in darkness. I cannot see the stars, nor feel the wind on my face. The walls are cold and Saurons wolves prowl behind them. Yet my thoughts wander far from this dungeon back to the night when i saw the first fire of men. That night is when my fate was sealed of how I will follow my mortal friends into darkness. There are many more tales between the night of first fire and tonight but I will leave them for another day. 

Melkors melody of chaos

I shall sing a song too

A song greater than the others,

I will prove myself worthy

Better than my brothers.

I will wreak havoc to their choir

And ruin their precious creations,

I will crush it to pieces

With my powerful vibrations.

Hear my thunder, hear my roar

I'll break the sky with my chords

And no harmony will bind me

I'll crown myself with fire and thorns

What is mine is far better that theirs

So I will uproot theirs and instill mine

The world will be ruled by my song

And created of my design.

The Song of Eru

 

With the hymn of my voice,

From the darkness there will be light.

Come forth, O beautiful world,

Vast and beyond my sight.

Be born, my dear children,

Each gifted with your own tune.

Adorn this new horizon,

For it shall be your home soon.

Sing with me this eternal song;

As we sing, creation shall form.

Music’s hand shall sculpt the clay,

And a new world shall be born.

Lift your voices upon my theme,

And sing my grand design;

For I have shaped a world that is

Harmonious and divine.

The Last song of Finrod Felagund

Suilad everyone, Welcome to Nargothrond. I am Finrod Felagund, king of Nargothrond, friend of men and lord of caves. I was born of Finarfin, son of Finwe the high king of Noldor. We were at peace in Valinor, and no darkness had shadowed our land. Feanors pride and Morgoth's evil shadow forced us out of our land and into exile. Even though I did not support Feanor, I chose exile out of loyalty to my kin. With a heavy heart we made our way to middle earth.

We resided in beleriend and there I created my kingdom Nargothrond in the underground caves with the help of dwarves. Hence i was given the name "Felagund" which meant hewer of caves. With pillars carved like trees of stone and golden lanterns like stars we created a peaceful home with song, and friendship with elves, dwarves, and mortal men. I was the one who discovered men wandering in the wilderness. I taught them speech, lore and music, as they were very dear to me. Among them, Beor's house was my dearest, as in my time of need, he presented me with utmost loyalty and saved my life. And for them my heart always remained grateful. I swore an oath to always come of aid to Beors house and kin. And that oath is what brought me to my unforeseen doom.

When Beren sought a Silmaril, hunted by Morgoth's wrath, I came upon my oath and went on to battle darkness alongside Beren for his pursuit. Even though the odds were not in my favour, I refused to cower and break my oath. In Sauron's pit, one by one, all of our men fell until it was only beren and me. When the wolf jumped to attack I put myself before it. I chose death to protect a mortal to whom I was bound by oath.

Love and loyalty is the true light within me that no darkness can overcome. I moved for friendship, lived for friendship, and died for friendship. I do not wish to be known for my crown; I wish to be remembered for the loyal friend I was.