Twenty-four

            They returned together, Ada and Círdan and those who’d gone with them.

            “Where did you go?” Estel asked his adar.

            “We had a mission to complete,” he was told, and nothing more.

            But he overheard Glorfindel being told, “Together we faced him with songs of power.  Perhaps they were not as powerful as those once sung by the likes of Fëanor or Finrod Felagund, but they were powerful enough to lift the clouds over his fortress and to send him flying southward once more.  Twenty-four hours we sang against him, and this time we prevailed—at least for now.”