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and there there lie the white bones yet
of Felagund, of Finrod’s son—
unless that land is changed and gone,
or foundered in unfathomed seas,
while Felagund laughs beneath the trees
in Valinor, and comes no more
to this grey world of tears and war.
To Nargothrond no more he came;
but thither swiftly ran the fame,
of their king dead, of Thû o’erthrown,
of the breaking of the towers of stone.
For many now came home at last
who long ago to shadow passed;
and like a shadow had returned
Huan the hound, and scant had earned
or praise or thanks of master wroth;
yet loyal he was, though he was loath.
The halls of Narog clamours fill
that vainly Celegorm would still.
There men bewailed their fallen king,
crying that a maiden dared that thing
which sons of Fëanor would not do.
‘Let us slay these faithless lords untrue!’
the fickle folk now loudly cried
with Felagund who would not ride.
Orodreth spake: ‘The kingdom now
is mine alone. I will allow
no spilling of kindred blood by kin.
But bread nor rest shall find herein
these brothers who have set at nought
the house of Finrod.’ They were brought.
Scornful, unbowed, and unashamed
stood Celegorm. In his eye there flamed
a light of menace. Curufin
smiled with his crafty mouth and thin.
‘Be gone for ever—ere the day
shall fall into the sea. Your way
shall never lead you hither more,
nor any son of Fëanor;
nor ever after shall be bond
of love twixt yours and Nargothrond.’
‘We will remember it,’ they said,
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