1. The Time Has Come
An icy touch of darkness, he reaches out –
and with a soft sigh the Doors of the Night open.
Where his breath touches the golden ground of Aman, all life withers.
Unseen, unsubstantial, sustained by the endless power of the Void, he creeps up on them in their silken palaces and silver domes.
Valar… your time has come.
This time, no one will aid your children. They will die with your names upon their lips. But there will be no summons to lead them to the Halls of Rebirth.
This time, forever means eternity.
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