Vingilotz sits at the hearth in the Great Hall of Fire, listening to the voices in the background. A young male Elf sits next to him."They whisper you are old, Mithfin... but old enough to have seen the Noldor princes?" he asks.
Vingilotz shakes his head. "My past is my business, and I rarely talk about it."
The young Elf stares into the fire. "Master Elrond says a great evil stirs in the East... and a dark evil has risen in Hithaighlin....quite close to here." The Elf shivers, though it is warm. Vingilotz looks at him. "Are you afraid?". The young Elf shakes his head. "You should be." states Vingilotz.
He ponders for a moment and sighs. "Let me tell you the story of Gondolin... so you can prepare facing your fears." The young Elf brightens. "Please tell me!"