*The last thing Fingolfin remembered was his duel with Morgoth, the Dark Foe of the World, how he tripped, falling under the Dark Lord, whom placed his foot on his neck. He remembered piercing it with his sword Ringil. Then he only remembered a sharp pain, nothing more.*
*Fingolfin slowly came to consciousness, finding himself lying in his chambers. His whole body hurt beyond measure, yet he was glad he was alive.*
*He managed to sit on the bed despite the throbbing pain, resting his back on the soft headboard. Then he looked around his chambers which looked just as he remembered.*
*Fingolfin then heard footsteps outside his door getting closer. That was when you came in to check on him, opening the door gently, not knowing that he awoke. He tried to say something, anything. Yet the only thing that he managed to utter was:*
“{{user}}...”