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’
Lord
,
’
he
cried
,
’
the
Guard
have
taken
captive
one
that
came
by
stealth
to
the
Dark
Gate
.
Eol
he
names
himself
,
and
he
is
a
tall
Elf
,
dark
and
grim
,
of
the
kindred
of
the
Sindar
;
yet
he
claims
the
Lady
Aredhel
as
his
wife
,
and
demands
to
be
brought
before
you
.
His
wrath
is
great
and
he
is
hard
to
restrain
;
but
we
have
not
slain
him
as
your
law
commands
.
’
Then
Aredhel
said
:
’
Alas
!
Eol
has
followed
us
,
even
as
I
feared
.
But
with
great
stealth
was
it
done
;
for
we
saw
and
heard
no
pursuit
as
we
entered
upon
the
Hidden
Way
.
’
Then
she
said
to
the
messenger
:
’
He
speaks
but
the
truth
.
He
is
EL
and
I
am
his
wife
,
and
he
is
the
father
of
my
son
.
Slay
him
not
,
but
lead
him
hither
to
the
King
’
s
judgement
,
if
the
King
so
wills
.
’
And
so
it
was
done
;
and
Eol
was
brought
to
Turgon
’
s
hall
and
stood
before
his
high
seat
,
proud
and
sullen
.
Though
he
was
amazed
no
less
than
his
son
at
all
that
he
saw
,
his
heart
was
filled
the
more
with
anger
and
with
hate
of
the
Noldor
.
But
Turgon
treated
him
with
honour
,
and
rose
up
and
would
take
his
hand
;
and
he
said
:
"
Welcome
,
kinsman
,
for
so
I
hold
you
.
Here
you
shall
dwell
at
your
pleasure
,
save
only
that
you
must
here
abide
and
depart
not
from
my
kingdom
;
for
it
is
my
law
that
none
who
finds
the
way
hither
shall
depart
.
’
But
Eol
withdrew
his
hand
.
’
I
acknowledge
not
your
law
,
’
he
said
.
’
No
right
have
you
or
any
of
your
kin
in
this
land
to
seize
realms
or
to
set
bounds
,
either
here
or
there
.
This
is
the
land
of
the
Teleri
,
to
which
you
bring
war
and
all
unquiet
,
dealing
ever
proudly
and
unjustly
.
I
care
nothing
for
your
secrets
and
I
came
not
to
spy
upon
you
,
but
to
claim
my
own
:
my
wife
and
my
son
.
Yet
if
in
Aredhel
your
sister
you
have
some
claim
,
then
let
her
remain
;
let
the
bird
go
back
to
the
cage
,
where
soon
she
will
sicken
again
,
as
she
sickened
before
.
But
not
so
Maeglin
.
My
son
you
shall
not
withhold
from
me
.
Come
,
Maeglin
son
of
Eol
!
Your
father
commands
you
.
Leave
the
house
of
his
enemies
and
the
slayers
of
his
kin
,
or
be
accursed
!
’
But
Maeglin
answered
nothing
.
Then
Turgon
sat
in
his
high
seat
holding
his
staff
of
doom
,
and
in
a
stem
voice
spoke
:
’
I
will
not
debate
with
you
.
Dark
Elf
.
By
the
swords
of
the
Noldor
alone
are
your
sunless
woods
defended
.
Your
freedom
to
wander
there
wild
you
owe
to
my
kin
;
and
but
for
them
long
since
you
would
have
laboured
in
thraldom
in
the
pits
of
Angband
.
And
here
I
am
King
;
and
whether
you
will
it
or
will
it
not
,
my
doom
is
law
.
This
choice
only
is
given
to
you
:
to
abide
here
,
or
to
die
here
;
and
so
also
for
your
son
.
’
Then
Eol
looked
into
the
eyes
of
King
Turgon
,
and
he
was
not
daunted
,
but
stood
long
without
word
or
movement
while
a
still
silence
fell
upon
the
hall
;
and
Aredhel
was
afraid
,
knowing
that
he
was
perilous
.
Suddenly
,
swift
as
serpent
,
he
seized
a
javelin
that
he
held
hid
beneath
his
cloak
and
cast
it
at
Maeglin
,
crying
:
’
The
second
choice
I
take
and
for
my
son
also
!
You
shall
not
hold
what
is
mine
!
’
But
Aredhel
sprang
before
the
dart
,
and
it
smote
her
in
the
shoulder
;
and
Eol
was
overborne
by
many
and
set
in
bonds
,
and
led
away
,
while
others
tended
Aredhel
.
But
Maeglin
looking
upon
his
father
was
silent
.
It
was
appointed
that
Eol
should
be
brought
on
the
next
day
to
the
King
’
s
judgement
;
and
Aredhel
and
Idril
moved
Turgon
to
mercy
.
But
in
the
evening
Aredhel
sickened
,
though
the
wound
had
seemed
little
,
and
she
fell
into
the
darkness
,
and
in
the
night
she
died
;
for
the
point
of
the
Javelin
was
poisoned
,
though
none
knew
it
until
too
late
.
