We all did. [ Maglor says, amused by Killua's interest.

Boys! ]

We were at war, you see, and the defensive ring of our forts was spread from the Blue Mountains in the East all the way to the Grey Mountains in the western borders of Beleriand-that-was. My brother Maedhros held the command of the western March from Himring the Ever-Cold, and there he built his fortress. It is said that when Beleriand was drowned, still the peak of Himring remained above the waves, and for long and long the remains of Meadhros' mighty work was still visible.