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Conversations in Doriath
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FINDARÁTO: ''Eerie woods, wasted plains and foul creatures lurking in the shadows of this mortal wilderness. I suppose that only a nasty force could bring about such threat, my Lord. And I also feel obliged to present apologies, for my conscience now deems my kin responsible for the darkness awakening, another time. The dilemma and our greatest preoccupation will hereafter be the ways and devices to defeat our enemies. An Enemy who always lived in hatred and resentment for anything but himself. And the Noldor have lost their brightest flame too; the grandest commander. The craftsman of what we are now desperately seeking to retrieve from Morgoth. The legacy of the Noon of Valinórë; of our noon as well.
I hope concerted actions shall soon be arranged. All the Firstborns will probably be required to participate in the great contest approaching. We need be ready.''
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ELWË: ''Wilderness is not to be found, Prince, where rule is strong and one's mind sure. We shall unite forces with you, yet benevolence and good will must be attributes of the rest of your kin too. It's imperative. Thus I command and this I strongly desire. You, guest from afar, shall soon discern what truly characterises the nature of my kind: an indomitable temperament, but quiet and strongly oriented towards endurance. The same blood that flows in your veins as well. We are the Teleri, who land, shore and forests have as residence, earning affection from the world and longing for peace only.''
The banquet comes finally to its end. Stories were told, songs sung and wisdom shared. A warm assembly within the halls of the underground palace. The Princes didn't have the heart to confess the greatest crime that had led to the curse of their family, without them having had any part in the vicious slaughter. Truth would soon be discovered, they unanimously sensed, even though they weren't keen on creating disunity and anger yet, for all Elves needed and craved unity more than ever, in that particular moment. Resentment would come later.
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Galadriel summons the memory of her beloved parents, far from their kin and considerably anxious about the fate of the quest.
NERWEN: ''Father, mother and all gentle friends whom we left behind in the journey. Nostalgia seems now stronger than ever. I may see you, in my dreams of sorrow and regret, lone rulers of a less lively city. On the throne of Kôr, ye shall indubitably bring wisdom and relief for those who remained. Shall we meet again? This I yearn with unceasing conviction. I foresee many things ahead of us, yet the thread of time is much intricate for my mind to come to a decisive response. But I longed freedom, mother, of the kind one may not find either within the Wall of Valinórë or by the diamond-like harbours of thy family in Eldamar. Father, lands I desired to be in my government, as the Powers govern shires, water, air and beyond. My siblings I would not fain have let depart from my company. Forgive me, father, if thou now bearest grief and preoccupation. However, the radiance of Aman shall never part and my locks are the testimony of bliss before the darkness. May my love reach you across the sea, which now is clouded by eerie mists, so that the ignorance of the West shall be for us an additional struggle to suffer.''
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And ignorance was in fact part of the punishment for the rebellion that the proud Houses of the Noldor had decided to start. The ignorance of anything that now occurs on the other shores of Arda. No news, no message and no solace could have then gone beyond the enchanted curtain that the Powers had summoned around their blessed domain and its waters. The two branches of that noble lineage, those who remained and those who left, now live divided lives in two divided continents: the three Houses struggle in the wilderness of the newly-found Beleriand, while the wise Arafinwë sits on the throne of Kôr, having been designated as the king of all Noldor of Aman. Lone of the three great brothers who had the heart to forswear sedition and elect loyalty. It is not clear whether his kin could ever reunite with their father; this could not be told, because anger is still among the Eldar, desire too and the western Lords are unfolding the consequences of such a terrible act. Rebellion is not the sole cause. Slaughter there had been as well, and for this the perpetrators would be bound to ask forgiveness, once the guilt would be cancelled and purified via the most terrible expiation.
Meanwhile, magical mists descended on the sea, which now none could see through or journey unspoiled. The Powers made their mountainous walls even higher and rougher, alongside the forbidden ice that unites the two continents getting even deadlier, so that only a Maia or Vala could have trodden that path. There was no way left for the Noldor to return to the bliss of Aman.
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On the shores of Beleriand, on the western ends, every attempt to send envoys to Aman failed miserably. None returned and the concealment of the Undying Lands becomes more evident as days pass. Dismay and regret begin to breach the gallant hearts of the House of Fingolfin (Ñolofinwë), yet still they are resolute to continue the mission and rectify the wrong that was made to them. But the resilient leader, now supreme High King of the Noldor, wants to entrust some words to the wind, in hopes that they will reach the Lord that all skies and breezes commands.
ÑOLOFINWË: ''Toil, only toil and deadly perils we have hitherto encountered. Desperation mingled with great sorrows. The loss of pure and gentle souls. The betrayal of the one who was supposed to lead us all; he instead chose to be blinded by revenge, abandoning his fellows on the frozen outskirts of the Grinding Ice, which none but the Ainur may go through unspoiled. He now mourneth in the grey Halls of Mandos. His pride vanquished and his ardent will waned...
Now, we must carry on the struggle. The Evil must be defeated and all its wrongs must be remedied. I don't ask for piety nor for a sudden forgiveness. Wrong my kind did too, and of this we shall pay the high price. Only, may His Majesty on the highest peak know that all we do is for a cause we do deem just. The retrieval of the legendary gems: of my kind the legacy and of your grandest labour the testimony. The last testimony that light was once only within your sacred walls. Pray, that light might still serve for the rebirth of what was unjustly destroyed. Should the Jewels be in our government again, I shall give them back to you, Powers of Arda, for to you only they belong.''
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