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But
Beren
laughed
.
’
For
little
price
,
’
he
said
,
’
do
Elven
-
kings
sell
their
daughters
:
for
gems
,
and
things
made
by
craft
.
But
if
this
be
your
will
,
Thingol
,
I
will
perform
it
.
And
when
we
meet
again
my
hand
shall
hold
a
Silmaril
from
the
Iron
Crown
;
for
you
have
not
looked
the
last
upon
Beren
son
of
Barahir
.
’
Then
he
looked
in
the
eyes
of
Melian
,
who
spoke
not
;
and
he
bade
farewell
to
Luthien
Tinuviel
,
and
bowing
before
Thingol
and
Melian
he
put
aside
the
guards
about
him
,
and
departed
from
Menegroth
alone
.
Then
at
last
Melian
spoke
,
and
she
said
to
Thingol
:
’
O
King
,
you
have
devised
cunning
counsel
.
But
if
my
eyes
have
not
lost
their
sight
,
it
is
ill
for
you
,
whether
Beren
fail
in
his
errand
,
or
achieve
it
.
For
you
have
doom
either
your
daughter
,
or
yourself
.
And
now
is
Doriath
drawn
within
the
fate
of
a
mightier
realm
.
’
But
Thingol
answered
:
’
I
sell
not
to
Elves
or
Men
those
whom
I
love
and
cherish
above
all
treasure
.
And
if
there
were
hope
or
fear
that
Beren
should
come
ever
back
alive
to
Menegroth
,
he
should
not
have
looked
again
upon
the
light
of
heaven
,
though
I
had
sworn
it
.
’
But
Luthien
was
silent
,
and
from
that
hour
she
sang
not
again
in
Doriath
.
A
brooding
silence
fell
upon
the
woods
,
and
the
shadows
lengthened
in
the
kingdom
of
Thingol
.
It
is
told
in
the
Lay
of
Leithian
that
Beren
passed
through
Doriath
unhindered
,
and
came
at
length
to
the
region
of
the
Twilight
Meres
,
and
the
Fens
of
Sirion
;
and
leaving
Thingol
’
s
land
he
climbed
the
hills
above
the
Falls
of
Sirion
,
where
the
river
plunged
underground
with
great
noise
.
Thence
he
looked
westward
,
and
through
the
mist
and
rains
that
lay
upon
those
hills
he
saw
Talath
Dirnen
,
the
Guarded
Plain
,
stretching
between
Sirion
and
Narog
;
and
beyond
he
descried
afar
the
highlands
of
Taur
-
en
-
Faroth
that
rose
above
Nargothrond
.
And
being
destitute
,
without
hope
or
counsel
,
he
turned
his
feet
thither
.
Upon
all
that
plain
the
Elves
of
Nargothrond
kept
unceasing
watch
;
and
every
hill
upon
its
borders
was
crowned
with
hidden
towers
,
and
through
all
its
woods
and
fields
archers
ranged
secretly
and
with
great
craft
.
Their
arrows
were
sure
and
deadly
,
and
nothing
crept
there
against
their
will
.
Therefore
,
ere
Beren
had
come
far
upon
his
road
,
they
were
aware
of
him
,
and
his
death
was
nigh
.
But
knowing
his
danger
he
held
ever
aloft
the
ring
of
Felagund
;
and
though
he
saw
no
living
thing
,
because
of
the
stealth
of
the
hunters
,
he
felt
that
he
was
watched
,
and
cried
often
aloud
:
’
I
am
Beren
son
of
Barahir
,
friend
of
Felagund
.
Take
me
to
the
King
!
’
Therefore
the
hunters
slew
him
not
,
but
assembling
they
waylaid
him
,
and
commanded
him
to
halt
.
But
seeing
the
ring
they
bowed
before
him
,
though
he
was
in
evil
plight
,
wild
and
wayworn
;
and
they
led
hi
northward
and
westward
,
going
by
night
lest
their
paths
should
be
revealed
.
For
at
that
time
there
was
no
ford
or
bridge
over
the
torrent
of
Narog
before
the
gates
of
Nargothrond
;
but
further
to
the
north
,
where
Ginglith
joined
Narog
,
the
flood
was
less
,
and
crossing
there
and
turning
again
southward
the
Elves
led
Beren
under
the
light
of
the
moon
to
the
dark
gates
of
their
hidden
halls
.
Thus
Beren
came
before
King
Finrod
Felagund
;
and
Felagund
knew
him
,
needing
no
ring
to
remind
him
of
the
kin
of
Beor
and
of
Barahir
.
Behind
closed
doors
they
sat
,
and
Beren
told
of
the
death
of
Barahir
,
and
of
all
that
had
befallen
hi
in
Doriath
;
and
he
wept
,
recalling
Luthien
and
their
joy
together
.
But
Felagund
heard
his
tale
in
wonder
and
disquiet
;
and
he
knew
that
the
oath
he
had
sworn
was
come
upon
him
for
his
death
,
as
long
before
he
had
foretold
to
Galadriel
.
He
spoke
then
to
Beren
in
heaviness
of
heart
.
’
It
is
plain
that
Thingol
desires
your
death
;
but
it
seems
that
this
doom
goes
beyond
his
purpose
,
and
that
the
Oath
of
Feanor
is
again
at
work
.
For
the
Silmarils
are
cursed
with
an
oath
of
hatred
,
and
he
that
even
names
them
in
desire
moves
a
great
power
from
slumber
;
and
the
sons
of
Feanor
would
lay
all
the
Elf
-
kingdoms
in
ruin
rather
than
suffer
any
other
than
themselves
to
win
or
possess
a
Silmaril
,
for
the
Oath
drives
them
.
And
now
Celegorm
and
Curufin
are
dwelling
in
my
halls
;
and
though
I
,
Finarfin
’
s
son
,
am
King
,
they
have
won
a
strong
power
in
the
realm
,
and
lead
many
of
their
own
people
.
They
have
shown
friendship
to
me
in
every
need
,
but
I
fear
that
they
will
show
neither
love
nor
mercy
to
you
,
if
your
quest
be
told
.
Yet
my
own
oath
holds
;
and
thus
we
are
all
ensnared
.
’
Then
King
Felagund
spoke
before
his
people
,
recalling
the
deeds
of
Barahir
,
and
his
vow
and
he
declared
that
it
was
laid
upon
him
to
aid
the
son
of
Barahir
in
his
need
,
and
he
sought
the
help
of
his
chieftains
.
Then
Celegorm
arose
amid
the
throng
,
and
drawing
his
sword
he
cried
:
’
Be
he
friend
or
foe
,
whether
demon
of
Morgoth
,
of
Elf
,
or
child
of
Men
,
or
any
other
living
thing
in
Arda
,
neither
law
,
nor
love
,
nor
league
of
hell
,
nor
might
of
the
Valar
,
nor
any
power
of
wizardry
,
shall
defend
him
from
the
pursuing
hate
of
Feanor
’
s
sons
,
if
he
take
or
find
a
Silmaril
and
keep
it
.
For
the
Silmarils
we
alone
claim
,
until
the
world
ends
.
’
