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When a man has a great name, he must expect to die for it.
-Rukara
With his sword raised high, Fingon thought about facing his final fate. He had to end up in the Halls of Mandos to fight in this endless war, given the epithet by which he had been called, namely Alstaldo, The Valiant in the common language.
Yet, with blood falling copiously into his eyes from a head wound and the nearby warmth of the whip of Gothmog, Lord of the Balrogs, he distinctly thought he would rather still be in Valinor in the age of trees.
It had been a happy era. A moment in his life when he had yet to realize how cruel the world could be. Or maybe he knew it perfectly, but deluded himself that the cruelty couldn't really touch him.
The thought lasted nothing more than a few seconds, then he felt a searing pain in his side. It lasted a few seconds. Then nothing.
So ended the first life of Findékano Astaldo, High King of Noldor in Middle-earth.
Notes. Fingon's death isn't totally accurate but is fic lol