The Gondolindrim Kin

Chapter II

Turgon the Wise was disillusioned and broken-hearted because thousands of his people were being killed, and he was helpless to stop the slaughter. He stood before the Tower of the King inside Gondolin, the only building left standing in the city. The last of the elven soldiers mightily defended Gondolin at their king's side.

The hideous orcs charged at the wall of pristine golden shields defending the Tower of the King. The orcs had discolored gray skin and mangled teeth that crowded their mouths as they roared, and their armor was filthy and dented.

'No' Turgon thought to himself. The destruction was inevitable and there was no point in sacrificing his people in the hopeless situation.

"Tuor," Turgon said. "Take these people to the tunnel," he achingly commanded.
"My lord, are you certain?" Tuor asked.
"Yes," he authorized, shouting over the noise of heavy orc footsteps.

Tuor then gathered as many people as would follow and departed across the Road of Pomps.

Turgon spoke to his most trusted guard standing by his side, "Tirith? Why do you stay? Go with Tuor and the others; save yourself!"
"I will fight at your side until the end," Tirith courageously said as he turned his head towards his lord.
Turgon nodded and took up his sword, "Great is the victory of the Ñoldoli!"

The orcs sneered as they reached the elves who had their swords raised, thus the final attempt to liberate the city had begun.

Metallic sounds filled the air as swords clashed. Turgor glared into the dark, soulless eyes of an orc warrior as his shield struck the beast's iron-smithed sword. The king swung his sword and slashed the tender skin in a chink of the orc's armor. Gray blood spewed from the cut and stained Turgon's mighty sword.

The orc staggered backwards but advanced toward the king once again, his sword raised. With a ferocious cry he stabbed Turgon. Subsequently the king collapsed on his knees with his pure Gondolindrim blood gushing from the deep slash.

"My lord!" Tirith shouted as he embedded his sword into an un-expecting orc.

The loyal guard member rushed to his aid as Turgon mustered up his strength and slowly stood to face the orc anew. An evil crackle erupted from the orc as he punctured his weapon effortlessly into Turgon's back forcing him to plunge back down to his knees. His fierce light was extinguished from his eyes as his heart beat one last time.

To avenge his king, Tirith killed the orc as his king's blood stained the cobblestone behind him. The Tower of the King shortly crumbled thereafter with a deafening crash as orcs roared and slaughtered the guard. Thus the battle was lost.