1. In The Dark
Lightning flashes across the night sky and the Black One screams as if in defiance, louder even than the thunder that follows.
Flame leaps from Ancalagon's maw, brighter than the lightning, and for a second Eärendil is dazzled. The heat is so intense that he can barely hold his sword, but he cannot drop it, he must not drop it, even as he hears his flesh sizzle and smells his hair scorch…
The battle rages more furious than the storm, yet no-one sees it. The Black One is invisible against the night sky and wreathes all around him in filth and foulness, an evil choking fog that pours from him as if to infect the entire world, offensive and awful as a wound in reality itself.
Ancalagon screams again and Eärendil is nearly deafened by the hurricane roar of the dragon's malice. He must not fail, he must not falter, but deep within him is still buried the frightened little boy fleeing the Fall of Gondolin. He is no Ecthelion, he is no Glorfindel- he is but a man. He shall fall, voices whisper in his head, he shall fall at this final hurdle, and all the world shall fall with him. The Black One will slay him and fall upon his army like a thunderbolt, and the world will be enslaved forever, crushed under the boot of his foul master, who will rule all and always…
He must not fail.
On they fight, high above a world that sees them not, lashed by the storm, minute upon minute, hour upon hour. Man and beast battle- the ultimate battle- and the prize is that self-same world.
Time itself takes a breath.
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