[Manelwen]

The sky seemed to roar in agony as the clouds split and sent forth such a torrent that many of Illuvatar's creatures ran for cover, and many of Melkor's looked to the sky in scorn. Today would be the day...the day that all would be decided. "Thrakatburtz!" he roared of the raging wind. "Come out and play, Thrakatburtz!" as soon as he said this, she appeared, calm amidst the chaos. Her eyes held his, her grim face white against the black of her hood and hair.

She smiled wickedly, lifting her hand to show the wicked, serrated knife. With one finger, she beckoned him and he ran at her, roaring like an angry beast, his eyes glittering with an ancient rage that had been stoked in his heart for centuries. "Come, Keldin. Come and die." She called to him, coaxing him with the knife.

Keldin whipped the knife at her, the edge of it whistled by her face, Thrakatburtz dodged it, bring down her own knife. The giant elf caught her wrist, trying to crush it with his broad hand. Bringing her free hand up to his chest, she let the energy surge from her soul, to the tips of her fingers and felt his grasp loosen as he fell to the ground. "Keldin, did you think that you would survive?" She whispered softly, dropping to her knees to gaze in his eyes.

He struck feebly with the knife, his great strength waining. "No, I...didn't..." He whispered softly, as he looked at the knife she held against his chest. He gasped as she drove it into his ribs, the searing pain ricochet up and down his body. "Sil...uailwen..no..."

When the knife was buried to the hilt in his chest, he collapsed heavily against her, pressing her into the mud. "You thought that I would simply forget? Forget what you did to my family, Keldin?" She whispered hatefully.

Shaking his head, softly he answered "It was not....not I....I did not...it was...father..." He drifted in and out of the black void, knowing when he did submit to it, it would take him away to Mandos' halls.

"I know Keldin." Thrakatburtz said, squirming around to let his head rest in her lap. "I saw that it was you who stood powerless as my children were struck down. But you did nothing, and that is your fault."

Shaking his head, his tears mixed with the rain, and the mud "Mellome..." he whispered with the last breath that he drew and then, he faded like a dieing star. His eyes stared lifelessly at the pewter skies, the same color as his eyes; yet, and yet, the skies now had more life in them, for no longer would he ever love and cherish, dream or create. He, Keldin the great warrior of the past, was dead.