The year is now 410 in the years of sun. The city of Gondolin has been quiet for the most part in the past 100 years. This is the account of rumors and sights beholded by Denebrian during this time.
From the diary of Denebrian - November 26, 410 FA
Much of the city had mourned for many years when Aredhel, seeking to meet with the sons of Feanor in Doriath, became separated from her escort and was lost in the wilderness. She returned however, bringing with her a son, Maeglin. There was much joy, though it only be short-lived. For Eol, the father of Maeglin, had pursued them and was captured by the gate wardens and brought before Turgon. Eol would be given a choice of remaining within Gondolin or death, he would choose the latter. In an attempt to take the life of his son, Eol hurled a poison tipped javelin upon him. Aredhel, acting as how I think any mother would, would step in front of her son to save him. She would later die and for this Turgon ordered Eol to be executed.
Maeglin would then be made a prince of Gondolin. He would start his own house, Thlim Doldrin [House of the Mole], to which our house has many dealings, as they share a portion of lodes of ore they find. Maeglin is so mysterious to me. His hair flows as dark as night, a varied contrast against his bright skin. I have not spoken to him nor dealt with him personally, but I respect him as a prince of our city, just as King Turgon does.
I have spoken of the goings on in our fair city. Now I will try to be a little more personal with my own life. My confidence is forever growing stronger as I continue with my father's training in the arts of the House of the Hammer of Wrath.
My father had noticed how unbalanced I was in my stance and has had a heavy shield forged of mithril just for me. The shield is a beautiful piece of work. It is emblazened with the symbol of the house, a large striken anvil with a hammer striking upon it. For you see, this house contains the finest of all metalworkers found within Gondolin. I have also given this shield a name; Aegisess, the Bringer of Protection.
My sword has also been forged anew, to better suit my size. The blade is shorter than most, and the blade has also been given a dual-edge. My light sword allows me to swing in either direction and to get the same results. It too is of mithril and lighter than most others. The hilt of the sword is emblazened with the wings of a swan, as a symbol of a warrior of Gondolin. I have named it Uluuth Phlarenn, the Blade of Cleansing, in hopes that I only use it to rid these lands of the darkness of Angband.
From my father's work I am most fond. I am now more balanced when we spar with one another; even when he stirkes my shield with the heaviest blows from his great hammer. I know I am far from being a worthy opponent on the battlefield, for I know not what it means to take a life, even if that life is that of a sworn enemy. I can only hope my training prepares me the day that I must do so.
I have also continued my study into metalsmithy. I am now working in the forgings of light irons, as I have become quite proficient with the forging of bronze items. My master thinks I often times take too long to finish a piece, as I like to be as detailed as possible with whatever I try to create. He often jests that my pieces will tarnish from age before I have them completed. Is it wrong to be filled with pride in one's work? I wish only to bring life to the metals I work with my hands. Even if takes an age to do it.
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