(that's not really fair, he's less the Baker's Wife than he is poor Anthony Hope, still determined that this will be a romance when it's blatantly obviously a Tragedy)
The victorious Lord of Himring strides past in fury, furred cloak billowing out behind him and copper circlet bright with rubies, sword at his hip and breastplate dark but for the shine of the eight-pointed star;
the Valiant High King at his side with the sweeping train of his damask robe wide behind them both, the gold of his heavy adornment glowing in the light they both carry, sapphires and diamonds magnifying and throwing it back
See also: Ulmo, there is a Doom, you’re not supposed to be helping. Ulmo: Sorry what? I don’t think I was there when this Doom came about, so how would I possibly know about it?
Behind him comes someone familiar, broad of shoulder and strong, gold against the black of his hair, kingly and glowing with otherworldly power-
Fingon Mallendor or Fingon Tar-Maltya he has been known as in the Halls, depending on the language
The victorious Lord of Himring strides past in fury, furred cloak billowing out behind him and copper circlet bright with rubies, sword at his hip and breastplate dark but for the shine of the eight-pointed star;the Valiant High King at his side with the sweeping train of his damask robe wide behind them both, the gold of his heavy adornment glowing in the light they both carry, sapphires and diamonds magnifying and throwing it backUlmo, there is a Doom, you’re not supposed to be helping.
Ulmo: Sorry what? I don’t think I was there when this Doom came about, so how would I possibly know about it?