[piosenniel]

In the end, Endamir sheathed his blade. It was not the words, meant to be consoling or reassuring, which swayed him. It was the cavern itself in which he found his brother and he imprisoned. It pressed in on him, on what little hope was left to his spirit. He could abide its cloying evil no longer.

Hoisting Orëmir over his shoulder, Endamir turned toward the door, intent on leaving this foul place far behind. Then came the song, the hateful music of this shadow-spawned wreckage, and he was prisoned once again…