 | The date of this entry; the Year 1975, of the Third Age. Two days, the battle raged; yet now we stand victorious! Lord Glorfindel, of Imladris, battled long with Lord Eärnur at his side, with the Witch-king. I saw it as I fought the foul Black Númenorians. Yet as the final blow was landed, and Carn Dum rendered useless; he fled upon his black steed. Lord Eärnur went to make chase, but Glorfindel bade him stay; speaking: “Do not pursue him! He will not return to these lands. Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man shall he fall.” I wonder what these words might mean? Will the Witch-king be felled by an Elf? Or Dwarf? And he will not return to these lands; for that is sure, Angmar is laid bare, the pits opened and the thralls cast aside. Today is a vcitory. And tomorrow, we make homeward. |
