It was after the great War of Wrath, after the defeat of the Lord of the Darkness, Morgth Bauglir, at great costs. The powerful of this world and the Valar had council and judgement, and much was forgiven for those who searched forgiveness and much hope was shattered for those who held dear The Oath. Bridges were build and bridges shattered.
When land and life was finding ballance again so did the evil that is woven into the very canvas of this world and will not be eliminated in full while this world lasts. But the bright light of the Valar did also what brightest light does: render blind eyes already sore from mourning, eyes who did not want to see peril and need for another fight. Very few eyes guessed in that turmoil the direction were another danger was heading, for only such eyes were used to tears and hardened by older loss.
Our lord Makalaurë had such eyes, and while his heart was torn and will shaken by all his loss, he would still seek revenge against those who contributed to the doom of almost all of his blood. Of them all he alone wandered this shores with despair in his heart and would not have us follow him but sent us to hunt for remaining evil that helped Morgoth and called him Belegûr , He Who Arises In Migth, while he was powerful and now crept under rocks to lick their wounds and regain strength if not to mourn for their master's loss.
My older brother, Carnilórë, and I, together with another ten of our kin, took the road east, to trace one of Morgoth's lieutenants, the Maia Mairon, the strong and dangerous sorcerer. We were to trace him far into the South-East, where Men already fell for the sorcery of Melkor and would easily be seduced by one who would mock a similar power. There were, of course, other possible ways he could have taken and others took those roads in his search. We were sworn to seek secrecy and not fight, knowledge not death.
It took us years to reach the mountainous region of Mordor, the fire and turmoil creation of Morgoth, and months to spy, unseen and unheard, back and forth, listening stories brought by the wind and twisted life, until an unexpected encounter cast both light and darkness onto our search. Long was to be our return to the edges of the Great Sea where we were to bring word of his survival to our kin and to those who would decide how to unleash our revenge before he had time to regain full strength. It was planned that this mission would take us a long time, but not nearly as long as fate decided it would take us. We started our journey back, carrying one wounded that was to slow us down for a while, aiming to reach a lot to the south from our departure location, but the unexpected, or fate, had its own plans and they did not match ours..
