The river burst her banks long ago and shows no sign of subsiding, pulling the landscape with her in a rush down to the sea. The rest of the landscape is just as devastated, farms and vineyards swallowed up in a churn of mud, chunks of land thrown up and on their side, earth torn asunder. Celebrimbor has to stop for a moment just to stare. He had seen some of the devastation during the war, but from the ground, it was hard to see the full scale of it. Seeing it in full, Celebrimbor feels like the landscape itself: torn open, churned up. Lit by an impassive grey light. 

At the dawn of the Second Age, Celebrimbor leads an expedition back to Beleriand to try and reclaim the land. Instead, the waters are rising.