The wind was particularly strong that morning, even for the plains of green Tumladen where the wind was ever strong. Impassable mountains were encircling green Tumladen. A massive rock was laying in the middle of the plain where elves once rejoiced to have it found, and the fair Gondolin was standing like a jewel on the hidden rock. The greatest of all city that was ever built in Middle-earth.
Two boys were sitting on the white keep's crenellations. The stones were cold to sit upon, but smooth like marble to touch. But the feeling was ever so homely. The wind, the green, the cold and the touch... It was something like that they knew to value. Unlike many things that we fail to treasure before losing them, the citizens knew. It was home for them, and would be lost sooner than they could imagine. But the boys were happily sitting and looking northwards. Where eagles dwell and circling ever atop dangerous peaks.
-"I feel like there will be a war soon" said one. A grey haired boy he was. Wearing blue and purple of his family colours as a sign of his petty nobility.
-"Has the war ever ended?" asked his friend cynically. -"We are living a a watchful, temporary peace only because they do not know where we are."
First one nodded. Turned his head to his friend and sighed. -"I know Anglachelm, but this feeling is ever growing within me. I feel like my life is nearing to an end. I haven't done anything in this life. Haven't fought and haven't loved,"
Anglachelm laughed, -"Themodir!" he said. -"I didn't know that you were craving for both."
-"Not craving. But the end of Gondolin will be the end of us, there is no way in, and no way out!"
-"Gondolin will survive. And if it doesn't, I will protect you I promise" said Anglachelm. Playfully.
He said that way but did not know why. And the wind was blowing cold that day.
And Anglachelm remembered the day long years after, vividly as possible, as he was standing in front of Themodir's dying body. Surrounded with his friends and the with the elf lady Themodir so deeply loved. He though that Themodir's foresight has in the end came true, several ages and thousands of years after it was said and intended. But in the end, it did come true. The wind was blowing harsh and cold in Imladris that day too. And disappointment embraced Anglachelm, he considered every incident in the last age that he was able to protect Themodir from death. But on this one his arm fell short. He could not save him for once and he was gone. His last mistake was his greatest.
There was little to do. Little to amend. Last words and wishes exchanged. And Themodir passed away before he could close his eyes. Anglachelm did it for him. He then in despair looked at the mountains longingly. Thinking about the green, about the rock and his lost home... And he thought all the years and years passing around him, and all the pains and disappointments that he could not avoid. And all the deaths and disappointments he could avoid despite his failures. He sniffed and looked at the body of his childhood friend once more. Watching his body being taken away. It felt like they were taking his childhood away, even though he knew that it was taken away from him when the city fell.
Then it was left to him to console whatever was left behind after Themodir.
For the war has not ended ever since Gondolin fell.