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For
now
,
more
than
in
the
days
of
Utumno
ere
his
pride
was
humbled
,
his
hatred
devoured
him
,
and
in
the
domination
of
his
servants
and
the
inspiring
of
them
with
lust
of
evil
he
spent
his
spirit
.
Nonetheless
his
majesty
as
one
of
the
Valar
long
remained
,
though
turned
to
terror
,
and
before
his
face
all
save
the
mightiest
sank
into
a
dark
pit
of
fear
.
Now
when
it
was
known
that
Morgoth
had
escaped
from
Valinor
and
pursuit
was
unavailing
,
the
Valar
remained
long
seated
in
darkness
in
the
Ring
of
Doom
,
and
the
Maiar
and
the
Vanyar
stood
beside
them
and
wept
;
but
the
Noldor
for
the
most
part
returned
to
Tirion
and
mourned
for
the
darkening
of
their
fair
city
.
Through
the
dim
ravine
of
the
Calacirya
fogs
drifted
in
from
the
shadowy
seas
and
mantled
its
towers
,
and
the
lamp
of
the
Mindon
burned
pale
in
the
gloom
.
Then
suddenly
Feanor
appeared
in
the
city
and
called
on
all
to
come
to
the
high
court
of
the
King
upon
the
summit
of
Tuna
;
but
the
doom
of
banishment
that
had
been
laid
upon
him
was
not
yet
lifted
,
and
he
rebelled
against
the
Valar
.
A
great
multitude
gathered
swiftly
,
therefore
,
to
hear
what
he
would
say
;
and
the
hill
and
an
the
stairs
and
streets
that
climbed
upon
it
were
lit
with
the
light
of
many
torches
that
each
one
bore
in
hand
.
Feanor
was
a
master
of
words
,
and
his
tongue
had
great
power
over
hearts
when
he
would
use
it
;
and
that
night
he
made
a
speech
before
the
Noldor
which
they
ever
remembered
.
Fierce
and
few
were
his
words
,
and
filled
with
anger
and
pride
;
and
hearing
them
the
Noldor
were
stirred
to
madness
.
His
wrath
and
his
hate
were
given
most
to
Morgoth
,
and
yet
well
nigh
all
that
he
said
came
from
the
very
lies
of
Morgoth
himself
;
but
he
was
distraught
with
grief
for
the
slaying
of
his
father
,
and
with
anguish
for
the
rape
of
the
Silmarils
.
He
claimed
now
the
kingship
of
all
the
Noldor
,
since
Finwe
was
dead
,
and
he
scorned
the
decrees
of
the
Valar
.
’
Why
,
O
people
of
the
Noldor
,
’
he
cried
,
’
why
should
we
longer
serve
the
jealous
Valar
,
who
cannot
keep
us
nor
even
their
own
realm
secure
from
their
Enemy
?
And
though
he
be
now
their
foe
,
are
not
they
and
he
of
one
kin
?
Vengeance
calls
me
hence
,
but
even
were
it
otherwise
I
would
not
dwell
longer
in
the
same
land
with
the
kin
of
my
father
’
s
slayer
and
of
the
thief
of
my
treasure
.
Yet
I
am
not
the
only
valiant
in
this
valiant
people
.
And
have
ye
not
all
lost
your
King
?
And
what
else
have
ye
not
lost
,
cooped
here
in
a
narrow
land
between
the
mountains
and
the
sea
?
’
Here
once
was
light
,
that
the
Valar
begrudged
to
Middle
-
earth
,
but
now
dark
levels
all
.
Shall
we
mourn
here
deedless
for
ever
,
a
shadow
-
folk
,
mist
-
haunting
,
dropping
vain
tears
in
the
thankless
sea
?
Or
shall
we
return
to
our
home
?
In
Cuivienen
sweet
ran
the
waters
under
unclouded
stars
,
and
wide
lands
lay
about
,
where
a
free
people
might
walk
.
There
they
lie
still
and
await
us
who
in
our
folly
forsook
them
.
Come
away
!
Let
the
cowards
keep
this
city
!
’
Long
he
spoke
,
and
ever
he
urged
the
Noldor
to
follow
him
and
by
their
own
prowess
to
win
freedom
and
great
realms
in
the
lands
of
the
East
,
before
it
was
too
late
;
for
he
echoed
the
lies
of
Melkor
,
that
the
Valar
had
cozened
them
and
would
hold
them
captive
so
that
Men
might
rule
in
Middle
-
earth
.
Many
of
the
Eldar
heard
then
for
the
first
time
of
the
Aftercomers
.
’
Fair
shall
the
end
be
,
’
he
cried
,
though
long
and
hard
shall
be
the
road
!
Say
farewell
to
bondage
!
But
say
farewell
also
to
ease
!
Say
farewell
to
the
weak
!
Say
farewell
to
your
treasures
!
More
still
shall
we
make
.
Journey
light
:
but
bring
with
you
your
swords
!
For
we
will
go
further
than
Orome
,
endure
longer
than
Tulkas
:
we
will
never
turn
back
from
pursuit
.
After
Morgoth
to
the
ends
of
the
Earth
!
War
shall
he
have
and
hatred
undying
.
But
when
we
have
conquered
and
have
regained
the
Silmarils
,
then
we
and
we
alone
shall
be
lords
of
the
unsullied
Light
,
and
masters
of
the
bliss
and
beauty
of
Arda
.
No
other
race
shall
oust
us
!
’
Then
Feanor
swore
a
terrible
oath
.
His
seven
sons
leapt
straightway
to
his
side
and
took
the
selfsame
vow
together
,
and
red
as
blood
shone
their
drawn
swords
in
the
glare
of
the
torches
.
They
swore
an
oath
which
none
shall
break
,
and
none
should
take
,
by
the
name
even
of
Iluvatar
,
calling
the
Everlasting
Dark
upon
them
if
they
kept
it
not
;
and
Manwe
they
named
in
witness
,
and
Varda
,
and
the
hallowed
mountain
of
Taniquetil
,
vowing
to
pursue
with
vengeance
and
hatred
to
the
ends
of
the
World
Vala
,
Demon
,
Elf
or
Man
as
yet
unborn
,
or
any
creature
,
great
or
small
,
good
or
evil
,
that
time
should
bring
forth
unto
the
end
of
days
,
whoso
should
hold
or
take
or
keep
a
Silmaril
from
their
possession
.
Thus
spoke
Maedhros
and
Maglor
and
Celegorm
,
Curufin
and
Caranthir
,
Amrod
and
Amras
,
princes
of
the
Noldor
;
and
many
quailed
to
hear
the
dread
words
.
For
so
sworn
,
good
or
evil
,
an
oath
may
not
be
broken
,
and
it
shall
pursue
oathkeeper
and
oathbreaker
to
the
world
’
s
end
.
Fingolfin
and
Turgon
his
son
therefore
spoke
against
Feanor
,
and
fierce
words
awoke
,
so
that
once
again
wrath
came
near
to
the
edge
of
swords
.
But
Finarfin
spoke
softly
,
as
was
his
wont
,
and
sought
to
calm
the
Noldor
,
persuading
them
to
pause
and
ponder
ere
deeds
were
done
that
could
not
be
undone
;
and
Orodreth
,
alone
of
his
sons
,
spoke
in
like
manner
.
Finrod
was
with
Turgon
,
his
friend
;
but
Galadriel
,
the
only
woman
of
the
Noldor
to
stand
that
day
tall
and
valiant
among
the
contending
princes
,
was
eager
to
be
gone
.
No
oaths
she
swore
,
but
the
words
of
Feanor
concerning
Middle
-
earth
had
kindled
in
her
heart
,
for
she
yearned
to
see
the
wide
unguarded
lands
and
to
rule
there
a
realm
at
her
own
will
.
Of
like
mind
with
Galadriel
was
Fingon
Fingolfin
’
s
son
,
being
moved
also
by
Feanor
’
s
words
,
though
he
loved
him
little
;
and
with
Fingon
stood
as
they
ever
did
Angrod
and
Aegnor
,
sons
of
Finarfin
.
But
these
held
their
peace
and
spoke
not
against
their
fathers
.
At
length
after
long
debate
Feanor
prevailed
,
and
the
greater
part
of
the
Noldor
there
assembled
he
set
aflame
with
the
desire
of
new
things
and
strange
countries
.
Therefore
when
Finarfin
spoke
yet
again
for
heed
and
delay
,
a
great
shout
went
up
:
’
Nay
,
let
us
be
gone
!
’
And
straightway
Feanor
and
his
sons
began
to
prepare
for
the
marching
forth
.
