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And
afterwards
thy
wife
and
thy
daughter
were
harboured
here
with
honour
and
goodwill
;
and
we
sought
by
all
means
that
we
might
to
dissuade
Morwen
from
the
road
to
Nargothrond
.
With
the
voice
of
Morgoth
thou
dost
now
upbraid
thy
friends
.
’
And
hearing
the
words
of
Melian
Hurin
stood
moveless
,
and
he
gazed
long
into
the
eyes
of
the
Queen
;
and
there
in
Menegroth
,
defended
still
by
the
Girdle
of
Melian
from
the
darkness
of
the
Enemy
,
he
read
the
truth
of
all
that
was
done
,
and
tasted
at
last
the
fullness
of
woe
that
was
measured
for
him
by
Morgoth
Bauglir
.
And
he
spoke
no
more
of
what
was
past
,
but
stooping
lifted
up
the
Nauglamir
from
where
it
lay
before
Thingol
’
s
chair
,
and
he
gave
it
to
him
,
saying
:
’
Receive
now
,
lord
,
the
Necklace
of
the
Dwarves
,
as
a
gift
from
one
who
has
nothing
,
and
as
a
memorial
of
Hurin
of
Dor
-
lomin
.
For
now
my
fate
is
fulfilled
,
and
the
purpose
of
Morgoth
achieved
;
but
I
am
his
thrall
no
longer
.
’
Then
he
turned
away
,
and
passed
out
from
the
Thousand
Caves
,
and
all
that
saw
him
fell
back
before
his
face
;
and
none
sought
to
withstand
his
going
,
nor
did
any
know
whither
he
went
.
But
it
is
said
that
Hurin
would
not
live
thereafter
,
being
bereft
of
all
purpose
and
desire
,
and
cast
himself
at
last
into
the
western
sea
;
and
so
ended
the
mightiest
of
the
warriors
of
mortal
Men
.
But
when
Hurin
was
gone
from
Menegroth
,
Thingol
sat
long
in
silence
,
gazing
upon
the
great
treasure
that
lay
upon
his
knees
;
and
it
came
into
his
mind
that
it
should
be
remade
,
and
in
it
should
be
set
the
Silmaril
.
For
as
the
years
passed
Thingol
’
s
thought
turned
unceasingly
to
the
jewel
of
Feanor
,
and
became
bound
to
it
,
and
he
liked
not
to
let
it
rest
even
behind
the
doors
of
his
inmost
treasury
;
and
he
was
minded
now
to
bear
it
with
him
always
,
waking
and
sleeping
.
In
those
days
the
Dwarves
still
came
on
their
journeys
into
Beleriand
from
their
mansions
m
Ered
Lindon
,
and
passing
over
Gelion
at
Sam
Athrad
,
the
Ford
of
Stones
,
they
travelled
the
ancient
road
to
Doriath
;
for
their
skill
in
the
working
of
metal
and
stone
was
very
great
,
and
there
was
much
need
of
their
craft
in
the
halls
of
Menegroth
.
But
they
came
now
no
longer
in
small
parties
as
aforetime
,
but
in
great
companies
well
armed
for
their
protection
in
the
perilous
lands
between
Aros
and
Gelion
;
and
they
dwelt
in
Menegroth
at
such
times
in
chambers
and
smithies
set
apart
for
them
.
At
that
very
time
great
craftsmen
of
Nogrod
were
lately
come
into
Doriath
;
and
the
King
therefore
summoning
them
declared
his
desire
,
that
if
their
skill
were
great
enough
they
should
remake
the
Nauglamir
,
and
in
it
set
the
Silmaril
.
Then
the
Dwarves
looked
upon
the
work
of
their
fathers
,
and
they
beheld
with
wonder
the
shining
jewel
of
Feanor
;
and
they
were
filled
with
a
great
lust
to
possess
them
,
and
carry
them
off
to
their
far
homes
in
the
mountains
.
But
they
dissembled
their
mind
,
and
consented
to
the
task
.
Long
was
their
labour
;
and
Thingol
went
down
alone
to
their
deep
smithies
,
and
sat
ever
among
them
as
they
worked
.
In
time
his
desire
was
achieved
,
and
the
greatest
of
the
works
of
Elves
and
Dwarves
were
brought
together
and
made
one
;
and
its
beauty
was
very
great
,
for
now
the
countless
jewels
of
the
Nauglamir
did
reflect
and
cast
abroad
in
marvellous
hues
the
light
of
the
Silmaril
amidmost
.
Then
Thingol
,
being
alone
among
them
,
made
to
take
it
up
and
clasp
it
about
his
neck
;
but
the
Dwarves
m
that
moment
withheld
it
from
him
,
and
demanded
that
he
yield
it
up
to
them
,
saying
:
’
By
what
right
does
the
Elvenking
lay
claim
to
the
Nauglamir
,
that
was
made
by
our
fathers
for
Finrod
Felagund
who
is
dead
?
It
has
come
to
him
but
by
the
hand
of
Hurin
the
Man
of
Dor
-
lomin
,
who
took
it
as
a
thief
out
of
the
darkness
of
Nargothrond
.
’
But
Thingol
perceived
their
hearts
,
and
saw
well
that
desiring
the
Silmaril
they
sought
but
a
pretext
and
fair
cloak
for
their
true
intent
;
and
in
his
wrath
and
pride
he
gave
no
heed
to
his
peril
,
but
spoke
to
them
in
scorn
,
saying
:
’
How
do
ye
of
uncouth
race
dare
to
demand
aught
of
me
,
Elu
Thingol
,
Lord
of
Beleriand
,
whose
life
began
by
the
waters
of
Cuivienen
years
uncounted
ere
the
fathers
of
the
stunted
people
awoke
?
’
And
standing
tall
and
proud
among
them
he
bade
them
with
shameful
words
be
gone
unrequited
out
of
Doriath
.
