Of Dagor-nuin-Giliath

We had traveled through a pass of mountains, traveling into the land of Hithlum. We traveled until raising an encampment upon the northern shore of Lake Mithrim, but as we were mid-way through our encampment, did Orcs of Morgoth descend from the North-east.  I took up arms and shouted, alerting my friends among their tents. I signaled my friends and we had made a circle of protection, which to our advantage had worked, for the Orcs quickly attempted to descend upon and drove their wicked blades into our hearts. Many Orcs fell before our blades and shields, for they all were too foolish to attack the mighty Noldor, though they had retreated through Ard-galen with our blades in pursuit. Other Orcs had attempted to attack our rear, but it was all for not as Celegorm had ambushed them. It was a battle fought for ten days. Sadly, Lord Feanor had died that day, a grievous day it was, more-so for me as I had lost two of my friends.I had helped gather stones for the dead, I had made two small stone structures in memory of my friends, as they were slain by ill-means. I was overcome by grief for the rest of the day, for the loss burned brightly in my heart. 

This is all I shall write for today.