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But
as
Thingol
turned
the
hilt
of
Anglachel
towards
Beleg
,
Melian
looked
at
the
blade
;
and
she
said
:
’
There
is
malice
in
this
sword
.
The
dark
heart
of
the
smith
still
dwells
in
it
.
It
will
not
love
the
hand
it
serves
;
neither
will
it
abide
with
you
long
.
’
’
Nonetheless
I
will
wield
it
while
I
may
,
’
said
Beleg
.
’
Another
gift
I
will
give
to
you
,
Cuthalion
,
’
said
Melian
,
’
that
shall
be
your
help
in
the
wild
,
and
the
help
also
of
those
whom
you
choose
.
’
And
she
gave
him
store
of
lembas
,
the
waybread
of
the
Elves
,
wrapped
in
leaves
of
silver
,
and
the
threads
that
bound
it
were
sealed
at
the
knots
with
the
seal
of
the
Queen
,
a
wafer
of
white
wax
shaped
as
a
single
flower
of
Telperion
;
for
according
to
the
customs
of
the
Eldalie
the
keeping
and
giving
of
lembas
belonged
to
the
Queen
alone
.
In
nothing
did
Melian
show
greater
favour
to
Turin
than
in
this
gift
;
for
the
Eldar
had
never
before
allowed
Men
to
use
this
waybread
,
and
seldom
did
so
again
.
Then
Beleg
departed
with
these
gifts
from
Menegroth
and
went
back
to
the
north
marches
,
where
he
had
his
lodges
,
and
many
friends
.
Then
in
Dimbar
the
Orcs
were
driven
back
,
and
Anglachel
rejoiced
to
be
unsheathed
;
but
when
the
winter
came
,
and
war
was
stilled
,
suddenly
his
companions
missed
Beleg
,
and
he
returned
to
them
no
more
.
Now
when
Beleg
parted
from
the
outlaws
and
returned
into
Doriath
,
Turin
led
them
away
westward
out
of
Sirion
’
s
vale
;
for
they
grew
weary
of
their
life
without
rest
,
ever
watchful
and
in
fear
of
pursuit
,
and
they
sought
for
a
safer
lair
.
And
it
chanced
at
a
time
of
evening
that
they
came
upon
three
Dwarves
,
who
fled
before
them
;
but
one
that
lagged
behind
was
seized
and
thrown
down
,
and
a
man
of
the
company
took
his
bow
and
let
fly
an
arrow
at
the
others
as
they
vanished
in
the
dusk
.
Now
the
dwarf
that
they
had
taken
was
named
Mim
;
and
he
pleaded
for
his
life
before
Turin
,
and
offered
as
ransom
to
lead
them
to
his
hidden
halls
which
none
might
find
without
his
aid
.
Then
Turin
pitied
Mim
,
and
spared
him
;
and
he
said
:
’
Where
is
your
house
?
’
Then
Mim
answered
:
’
High
above
the
lands
lies
the
house
of
Mim
,
upon
the
great
hill
;
Amon
Rudh
is
that
hill
called
now
,
since
the
Elves
changed
all
the
names
.
’
Then
Turin
was
silent
,
and
he
looked
long
upon
the
dwarf
;
and
at
last
he
said
:
’
You
shall
bring
us
to
that
place
.
’
On
the
next
day
they
set
out
thither
,
following
Mim
to
Amon
Rudh
.
Now
that
hill
stood
upon
the
edge
of
the
moorlands
that
rose
between
the
vales
of
Sirion
and
Narog
,
and
high
above
the
stony
heath
it
reared
its
crown
;
but
its
steep
grey
head
was
bare
,
save
for
the
red
seregon
that
mantled
the
stone
.
And
as
the
men
of
Turin
’
s
band
drew
near
,
the
sun
westering
broke
through
the
clouds
,
and
fell
upon
the
crown
;
and
the
seregon
was
all
in
flower
.
Then
one
among
them
said
:
’
There
is
blood
on
the
hill
-
top
.
’
But
Mim
led
them
by
secret
paths
up
the
steep
slopes
of
Amon
Rudh
;
and
at
the
mouth
of
his
cave
he
bowed
to
Turin
,
saying
:
’
Enter
into
Bar
-
en
-
Danwedh
,
the
House
of
Ransom
;
for
so
it
shall
be
called
.
’
And
now
there
came
another
dwarf
bearing
light
to
greet
him
,
and
they
spoke
together
,
and
passed
swiftly
down
into
the
darkness
of
the
cave
;
but
Turin
followed
after
,
and
came
at
length
to
a
chamber
far
within
,
lit
by
dim
lamps
hanging
upon
chains
.
There
he
found
Mim
kneeling
at
a
stone
couch
beside
the
wall
,
and
he
tore
his
beard
,
and
wailed
,
crying
one
name
unceasingly
;
and
on
the
couch
there
lay
a
third
.
But
Turin
entering
stood
beside
Mim
,
and
offered
him
aid
.
Then
Mim
looked
up
at
him
,
and
said
:
’
You
can
give
no
aid
.
For
this
is
Khim
,
my
son
;
and
he
is
dead
,
pierced
by
an
arrow
.
He
died
at
sunset
.
Ibun
my
son
has
told
me
.
’
Then
pity
rose
in
Turin
’
s
heart
,
and
he
said
to
Mim
:
’
Alas
!
I
would
recall
that
shaft
,
if
I
could
.
Now
Bar
-
enDanwedh
this
house
shall
be
called
in
truth
;
and
if
ever
I
come
to
any
wealth
,
I
will
pay
you
a
ransom
of
gold
for
your
son
,
in
token
of
sorrow
,
though
it
gladden
your
heart
no
more
.
’
