The Darkening
It cannot be!
Surely they lie, these foolish messengers; surely Melkor's foul darkness has addled their wits. Surely such scum as that lying thief could never harm an Elda so noble, as wise and strong as the great King Finwë!
But their eyes, the messengers' eyes; something in their eyes fills my heart with horror . . .
. . . No, no, Ilúvatar, no!
Their eyes say they speak the the truth.
Why? Why did the Valar let the enemy Melkor loose? Why did they not stop him as he fled?
The Valar, curse them! Curse their summons from my father's side!
Melkor and his fellow Valar have stolen my most valued treasure. Even should my Silmarils be regained, and their light restored to me, my world shall lie forever in darkness.
For Finwë, my beloved father, is dead.