The loss of Gil-galad

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The realm of Lindon, ruled by High King Gil-galad, lay in a time of relative peace. The Second Age was still young, and the Elves, led by their wise and noble king, sought to rebuild their lives after the destruction of Beleriand and the fall of Morgoth. Yet, even in this time of peace, shadows lingered in dark places, remnants of Morgoth's malice that had not been wholly swept away.

Thariel still lived in Lindon, beloved by Gil-galad. Their love was a beacon of hope to those around them, a reminder that light and beauty could endure even after the darkest of times. Thariel was known not only for her grace and wisdom but also for her courage, and she often joined Gil-galad in matters of the realm, lending her strength to his cause.

One evening, as the sun set behind the blue peaks of the Ered Luin, a messenger arrived in Gil-galad's court with dire news. A balrog, one of the fire-demons that had served Morgoth, had been awakened in the depths of the mountains. It had begun to stir, causing tremors that shook the earth and sending waves of fear through the hearts of those who lived nearby. The creature threatened to emerge from its dark lair, bringing fire and destruction to the lands of Lindon.

Gil-galad's face grew stern at the news, concern etching his features. "We cannot allow this creature to bring ruin upon our people," he said, his voice firm. "The balrog must be dealt with before it can do more harm."

Thariel, who stood beside him, felt a chill run through her. She knew the power of a balrog, having faced not only one in the great battles of the First Age. Its strength was immense, its fire a living terror. Yet, she also knew that something had to be done.

"I will go," Thariel said, stepping forward. "I have faced a balrog before, and I know their ways. I will not let this shadow fall upon Lindon."

Gil-galad turned to her, his eyes filled with concern. "Thariel, I cannot ask you to face such a danger alone," he said, his voice softening. "Let me send a host of warriors with you, or better yet, let me come with you. Together, we can defeat this foe."

Thariel placed a hand on his cheek, her touch gentle. "My love, your place is here, leading our people. If we both go and fall, who will protect Lindon? I must go alone. Trust in me, as you always have. I will return to you."

Gil-galad's heart ached at her words, but he knew she spoke the truth. He nodded, taking her hand in his. "Then go, with all my love and the blessing of the Valar. Return to me, Thariel. I cannot bear to lose you."

Thariel smiled, though her heart was heavy. "I will return," she promised, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "Our love is stronger than any darkness. Remember that."