[ Maglor's voice has gone sing-song, the lilting tones of the storyteller (his eyes are blank as he walks in memory Ah the fires of Lothlann!) ]

None could stand against him when he came, for we had no knowledge of dragonfire until then, and he burnt the fields and plains before him, and scattered beast and soldier alike. In the Nirnaeth Azaghâl's folk were prepared, and they wore armor that could take his flame, and they ringed him about and drove him from the field, but Azaghâl he crushed beneath him as he went.