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He
became
the
greatest
of
all
the
minstrels
of
the
Elves
east
of
the
Sea
,
named
even
before
Maglor
son
of
Feanor
.
But
seeking
for
Luthien
in
despair
he
wandered
upon
strange
paths
,
and
passing
over
the
mountains
he
came
into
the
East
of
Middle
-
earth
,
where
for
many
ages
he
made
lament
beside
dark
waters
for
Luthien
,
daughter
of
Thingol
,
most
beautiful
of
all
living
things
.
In
that
time
Thingol
turned
to
Melian
;
but
now
she
withheld
her
counsel
from
him
,
saying
that
the
doom
that
he
had
devised
must
work
to
its
appointed
end
,
and
that
he
must
wait
now
upon
time
.
But
Thingol
learned
that
Luthien
had
journeyed
far
from
Doriath
,
for
messages
came
secretly
from
Celegorm
,
as
has
been
told
,
saying
that
Felagund
was
dead
,
and
Beren
was
dead
,
but
Luthien
was
in
Nargothrond
,
and
that
Celegorm
would
wed
her
.
Then
Thingol
was
wrathful
,
and
he
sent
forth
spies
,
thinking
to
make
war
upon
Nargothrond
;
and
thus
he
learned
that
Luthien
was
again
fled
,
and
that
Celegorm
and
Curufin
were
driven
from
Nargothrond
.
Then
his
counsel
was
in
doubt
,
for
he
had
not
the
strength
to
assail
the
seven
sons
of
Feanor
;
but
he
sent
messengers
to
Himring
to
summon
their
aid
in
seeking
for
Luthien
,
since
Celegorm
had
not
sent
her
to
the
house
of
her
father
,
nor
had
he
kept
her
safely
.
But
in
the
north
of
his
realm
his
messengers
met
with
a
peril
sudden
and
unlooked
for
:
the
onslaught
of
Carcharoth
,
the
Wolf
of
Angband
.
In
his
madness
he
had
run
ravening
from
the
north
,
and
passing
at
length
over
Taur
-
nu
-
Fuin
upon
its
eastern
side
he
came
down
from
the
sources
of
Esgalduin
like
a
destroying
fire
.
Nothing
hindered
him
,
and
the
might
of
Melian
upon
the
borders
of
the
land
stayed
him
not
;
for
fate
drove
him
,
and
the
power
of
the
Silmaril
that
he
bore
to
his
torment
.
Thus
he
burst
into
the
inviolate
woods
of
Doriath
,
and
all
fled
away
in
fear
.
Alone
of
the
messengers
Mablung
,
chief
captain
of
the
King
,
escaped
,
and
he
brought
the
dread
tidings
to
Thingol
.
Even
in
that
dark
hour
Beren
and
Luthien
returned
,
hastening
from
the
west
,
and
the
news
of
their
coming
went
before
them
like
a
sound
of
music
borne
by
the
wind
into
dark
houses
where
men
sit
sorrowful
.
They
came
at
last
to
the
gates
of
Menegroth
,
and
a
great
host
followed
them
.
Then
Beren
led
Luthien
before
the
throne
of
Thingol
her
father
;
and
he
looked
in
wonder
upon
Beren
,
whom
he
had
thought
dead
;
but
he
loved
him
not
,
because
of
the
woes
that
he
had
brought
upon
Doriath
.
But
Beren
knelt
before
him
,
and
said
:
’
I
return
according
to
my
word
.
I
am
come
now
to
claim
my
own
.
’
And
Thingol
answered
:
’
What
of
your
quest
,
and
of
your
vow
?
’
But
Beren
said
:
’
It
is
fulfilled
.
Even
now
a
Silmaril
is
in
my
hand
.
’
Then
Thingol
said
:
’
Show
it
to
me
!
’
And
Beren
put
forth
his
left
hand
,
slowly
opening
its
fingers
;
but
it
was
empty
.
Then
he
held
up
his
right
arm
;
and
from
that
hour
he
named
himself
Camlost
,
the
Empty
-
handed
.
