Thread:Greyhound9721/@comment-30238907-20170824020853

A cold strong wind blew down from the fells of the Iron Mountains in the North in the dead of night. The flags flapped rapidly in the wind and the trees made an unsettling moaning sound. Barágon stood silently on the top of the rocky hill rising above the forest looking northwestward at Angband a mile away. The entire camp was silent as the wind blew through it. He turned towards the rest of the camp filled with the Noldor of Hithlum. There plan was to attack Angband from the west while the other armies from the east. Barágon then turned and strolled into his tent and quickly put his armor on. A beautiful golden helm crafted for him by the elves with a large Fin on the top, his shoulder pads and arms were covered a shining silver copper color, he wore played armor and each plate was colored gold, silver, or copper and was strong and light. Covering the top part of his face and attached to his helmet was a mask  forged in Nargothrond with the rest of his armor. Behind him was a purple cape with a silver star woven into it. Along his side in its sheath hung Meithel his sword, Ráwcrist his dagger, and on his back Norívang his bow. Grabbing a quick meal in his tent he then walked back up the hill with his helm tucked under his arm and eating the food with the other. When he arrived at the top of the hill there was another person there looking out at Angband as he was. It was Fingon the son of Fingolfin and Prince of Hithlum. "Something is not right Barágon. Something is stirring in Angband. I fear that Morgoth might know of the Union of my cousin and is preparing to assault us." Fingon said. "Aye, I feel it too. The Silence and Cold Wind. Morgoth is plotting. And I fear we may know too soon what he is plotting." Barágon responded. An ear piercing sound went across the land, horses neither and whinnied, men, elves, and dwarves screamed in pain from it including Fingon and Barágon. Then 3 pillars of a bright fiery light shot up out of the mountains into the clouds. The ground shook like an earthquake and Fingon and Barágon saw in the distance the gates of Angband open and in it was a void darker than the deepest shadows. Out of it marched legions and legions of Angbandian orcs. Then rank upon rank of trolls appeared among them. A smaller force than they had expected. The hordes of Morgoth marched straight towards them. Fingon was already halfway down the hill blowing his horn when Barágon turned. Within minutes the entire camp was ready and was soon marching out to meet Morgoths forces. Barágon stood next to Fingon as the armies prepared. "I fear for the outcome of this battle, for we do not have the full strength the union was planned to have when we attack." Fingon said. The sound of clinking armor came from the south as Fingon spoke. "Have hope my friend. For not all is lost." Barágon said turning to face southward towards the noise. Fingon turned also and coming through the hills Ten thousand elves garbed in silver armor were marching towards them. The host of Gondolin led by Turgon marched to their aid. Fingon smiled at the sight of his brother coming to their aid and then yelled in quenya. "The swords of Gondolin are with us! To victory!" Fingon shouted and the rest of their host shouted back in joy. The hosts met and then charged straight at Morgoths armies led by the Balrogs and Gothmog. The battle was long and Meithel slew many orcs and trolls and glittered in the rising and setting sun 3 times. During the fray Barágon found himself fighting nearby the Turgon King of Gondolin. Barágon turned after slaying an Orc to see another Orc raising a bow to shoot Turgon in the back. Lunging at the Orc Barágon lodged the sword in the orcs head right after he released the arrow which whizzed by Turgon harmlessly. Turgon turned to see Barágon removing the sword from the archers corpse and nodded in thanks before returning to battle. Barágon later met in combat an Orc chieftan and after outwitting him cut off his head. Barágon panted and leaned on Meithel to catch a breather. Out of the hordes emerged a Balrog with a mighty sword and whip of fire. It roared at him and then swung its whip at him. Barágon dodged and then slashed at the Balrog and Meithel was caught by the flaming sword and Barágon was sent stumbling back. The Balrog then continued its attack and had Barágon on his knees with Meithel raised to block the repetitive attack. Finally with a great swing the Balrogs flaming sword hit Meithel and shattered it. Sending its shards flying on to the ground nearby and Barágon fell down defeated. Before the Balrog could end Barágon though a volley of elvish arrows struck the Balrog and it fled away from Barágon. Without his sword Barágon finally began to feel tired. He gathered the shards of Meithel and placed them in his sheath for safe keeping. The lines of the elves began to fall back and Barágon soon found himself among the wounded being carried away. When he was back on his feet an hour later he found himself again next to Turgon who was commanding his retreating Gondolindrim. WhenTurgon turned and saw Barágon standing he approached him and offered Barágon to come escape with the Gondolindrim and live in Gondolin with them. Seeing that the host of Fingon was being routed, the union destroyed and Hithlum would most likely be overrun and no safe places in Beleriand Barágon accepted. He was awed at the hidden passage, the vale of Tumladen and the white city of Gondolin. When they entered the city Barágon was invited by Glorifindel Lord of the House of the Golden Flower to come and live among them. Seeing no others inviting him he accepted and soon became great friends with Glorfindel and some of the other lords of Gondolin, except for Salgant whom he disliked and thought was too slinky. He came to love the city and thought it was the most beatiful he had ever seen. After spending several years in Gondolin Barágon finally decided it was time to reforge his sword Meithel. For 3 days he labored in the forges and when the sword was removed it was more beautiful than before, needing a new name Barágon named Tulamrún the Bringer of Light. After this he repaired his armor and often wore it when he was out for ceremonial purpose. Soon Tuor arrived in Gondolin and warned them of the doom of the Noldor and Ulmo had told him to have Gondolin evacuate and head to the Havens of Sirion. Turgon refused to evacuate as he had come to live Gondolin which was as fair as Tirion but he did block off the secret entrance keeping everyone inside of Tumladen. Shortly after this Barágon was walking in the gardens of Gondolin and met a Noldor elf named Malneth. She was pale with long brown hair and brown eyes. As soon as he saw her he was in love with her, they stood there in the center of the gardens by the fountains under the full moon and talked for what seemed like forever. At the end of the night they kissed and parted. The next day Glorifindel noticed that Barágon was distant and seemed a little odd and asked him about it. Barágon had grown close to Glorifindel and could not hide his feelings from him and explained to him that he met Malneth and his feelings for her. Glorifindel after hearing this said. "Malneth is the only daughter of Argon who is the youngest son of Fingolfin." Glorifindel responded. "And since Argon is dead, you would have to seek the King Turgons permission to take her hand in marriage." "I see." Barágon said gloomily. "Well then that is what I must do, for my love for her is hotter than the fires of the earth. And I will go to the ends of the earth and back if I must." Barágon added as his fiery personality kicked in. So Barágon met with Malneth that day in the gardens and after explaining his plan to her they parted ways again with a kiss. The next day Barágon went before Turgon and asked for Malneths hand in marriage. Turgon liked Barágon and thought highly of him, but he had not been expecting Barágon to ask for his nieces hand in marriage. Not without Barágon doing something to earn it. He sent Barágon away and told him to come back the next day and he would have reached a decision. So Turgon thought long and hard 