Word Count: 100
Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: Tolkien did it first and all are his – apart from the bits I added, and even they are his.
Pride brought us to this... singing sorrowfully in the wilderness. Pride in creating; pride not to be seen as ‘lesser’. Pride that we should achieve what others could not... or would not, undertake.
Were we not of the Firstborn? We were many, we were mighty; why should we not claim back what was ours? We had right on our side.
Yet our actions laid a blight upon Arda we can never erase. We spilt the blood of our kin. It is a dark stain that lingers on our fea for eternity.
Pride seeded our songs with sorrow... and everlasting regret.