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A voice.

Tendrils of song pierced his consciousness, and he thought he might be going mad. No one would sing in such a place, it would be a sure sign of insanity. He did not realize that his own lips moved in answer. Too see Fingon there below was a cruel new torture, for surely it must be an apparition. He closed his eyes against this trick of hope. Would there be no mercy for him? He heard his name, clearly. Was it truly real? No...He heard himself say to the phantom,

"Slay me."

And it seemed the phantom would.