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The chill wind howled endlessly, slowing blood, numbing thought.
Wet. When last had he been dry? Unlike his father, he had not heeded
great NŠmo's words. His siblings were all eager for adventure, there
were elves here who followed Finarfin, not Fingolfin and his sons.
Duty chosen above love, he had pressed the silver ring into his
father’s hand. “Tell her I release her, and why I can no longer send
for her when it is safe. Tell her - for me, there will be no other.”
Now, witness to Turgon's grief, he gave thanks that AmariŽ had