The light was gleaming upon the white buildings of Gondolin, shining brightly as another morning of spring arrived. There was an air of tranquility on the streets, as a soft breeze was blowing. It was another peaceful morning in the hidden city, while the rest of the world was in great danger. It was something that the elves of the city deeply appreciated. There were the few lucky ones in a ravaged world. But there was still the uncertainty of life, the uncertainty of future. Nobody knew whether they would be lucky for eternity. Other kingdoms had fallen to their foundations, and this could be the fate of Gondolin too. However, nobody wanted to think of that possibility. They would rather think that their realm would be beautiful forever, that they would always be strong, and wise, and happy. They felt that they deserved to lived in such a blessed city. For Gondolin was blessed, indeed. While Nargothrond and Doriath had fallen into ruins, Turgon’s city was still standing in all its glory. That beauty could full anyone into believing that such things were everlasting. But the Gondolidhrim wanted to believe in the eternal beauty.
Voronwe felt lucky to live there, among his family, and friends. And it still seemed that Gondolin’s glory would last forever. But the elf still remembered Ulmo’s warning. He still remembered the message that Tuor, his friend, had delivered to the king of the hidden city. It was a foreboding, a warning about the impeding doom that would soon befall all the Noldor elves in exile. And he could not forget the Doom of Mandos, for it was hastening to its fulfillment. The Vala would not make exceptions. They would all be punished in the end. Punished far the Kinslaying at Alqualonte. Punished for the Kinslaying at Doriath. There was no escape for them. Voronwe knew that, and he remembered what he was told about the Doom of Mandos. But it seemed that everybody else had forgotten. They preferred to live their dream of glory, far away from the dangers of Beleriand. Voronwe, though, was still pondering the future. He could not stop thinking about that.