But F i n g o n could not release the hell-wrought bond upon his wrist, nor sever it, nor draw it from the stone. Again therefore in his pain M a e d h r o s begged that he would slay him; but F i n g o n cut off his hand above the wrist. [For Aleks ♥.]
THE SILMARILLION COLLECTION: MELKORThen Melkor saw what was done, and that the Valar walked on Earth as powers visible, clad in the raiment of the World, and were lovely and glorious to see, and blissful, and that the Earth was becoming as a garden for their delight, for its turmoils were subdued. His envy grew then the greater within him; and he also took visible form, but because of his mood and the malice that burned in him that form was dark and terrible. And he descended upon Arda in power and majesty greater than any other of the Valar, as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head above the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire; and the light of the eyes of Melkor was like a flame that withers with heat and pierces with a deadly cold.
The Three Hunters was the name that Aragorn bestowed upon
the remnant of the Fellowship of the Ring—including himself,
Legolas, and Gimli—as they began tracking the Uruk-Hai that
had captured Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.
Today in Middle-Earth: Gandalf returns to Dol Guldur and learns that the evil presence is Sauron. Gandalf finds Thrain in the dungeon and receives the map and key of the Lonely Mountain from him. (April 21st, 2850 T.A.)
"How Thrain got there I don’t know, but I found him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer.”
“Whatever were you doing there?” asked Thorin with a shudder, and all the dwarves shivered.
“Never you mind. I was finding things out, as usual; and a nasty dangerous business it was. Even I, Gandalf, only just escaped. I tried to save your father, but it was too late. He was witless and wandering, and had forgotten almost everything except the map and the key.”
Today in Middle-Earth: Thrain leaves to reclaim the Lonely Mountain. (Aprin 21st, 2841 T.A.)
”Thrain your father went away on the twenty-first of April, a hundred years ago last Thursday, and has never been seen by you since–”
“True, true,” said Thorin.