fingolfin was such a badass. second high king of the noldor. led a host of elves across the helcaraxe which was basically the north pole and died after marching on angband, fortress of morgoth (literally the most evil dude to ever exist, strongest of the ainur and sauron’s master) and challenging him to single combat. he wounded morgoth seven times, the last a desperate stroke leaving him to walk with a limp thereafter forever in pain, before being smashed with grond (morgoth’s wolf’s-head mace) and stepped on until his body was crushed. after that the king of the eagles took his body for it to be buried atop the mountain range echoriath, overlooking gondolin, the greatest elven kingdom of the first age. it’s said that though he had been defeated, the orcs never made any type of boastful song to celebrate, nor did the elves sing of it, for their sorrow was far too great. but had the elves known about electric guitars and power chords, they might have given it a shot and wrote the song of fingolfin, and it would have been the most metal fucking song ever composed.