“…Thus Beren and LĂșthien met again between the desert and the wood. For a while he was silent and was glad; but after a space he strove once more to dissuade LĂșthien from her journey. ‘Thrice now I curse my oath to Thingol,’ he said, ‘and...
“There was a dreadful pass, Cirith Thoronath it was named, the Eagles’ Cleft, where beneath the shadow of the highest peaks a narrow path wound its way; on the right hand it was walled by a precipice, and on the left a dreadful fall leapt into emptiness....
“Long Felagund watched them, and love for them stirred in his heart; but he remained hidden in the trees until they had all fallen asleep. Then he went among the sleeping people, and sat beside their dying fire where none kept watch; and he took up a rude harp...
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