Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: Tolkien made the world, Kortirion drabbles with playdough.
We gathered what we could... cloaks, a loaf, my best statue, and the hidden gold. Outside the winds roared under black skies, the very ground shook. Tiles fell into the running crowd, bloodying heads; children screamed at the terrified, red-masked adults fleeing from we knew not what. How could we know? How could we expect this?
Except those Elf-friends... those cowards said preparing our fleet was vainglorious, but we had a right to fight for our heritage! We did not believe... I did not believe their warnings.
The water...the water's coming! We shall all be dr...