Thinking so much about Earendil defeating Ancalagon
Like imagine you're a soldier in War of Wrath, you've been fighting for 50 years, you've endured unspeakable horrors and violence and bloodshed
You think it's over finally with this final battle to take Angband
The dragon is the size of a mountain range, the sun is setting, the black breath is powerful and kills the front line
You are going to die and all of the horror and war has been for nothing
Then, shining with a living light on his brow, Earendil
Earendil is fighting the dragon, night has fallen, you still think you'll die but you HAVE to fight, after seeing Earendil in the air fighting the greatest horror you've ever seen
It's a horrible night, many of your friends and comrades die
Earendil fights the whole night with you
The dawn comes just as Earendil defeats Ancalagon, day has come again
The dragon's body destroys thangorodrim where Morgoth once tortured Maedhros
The gates of Angband are broken down, those who were imprisoned there, some of them for 1000s of years, are freed
The Enemy is defeated and chained
And above you, the star of hope, Earendil, Ardamirë as Idril named him, the jewel of the world