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The Silmarillion is beautiful and tragic. However, allow me to deviate from the topic a bit and share the saddest and most moving thing I've read in a long time. Earendil's words at the Fall of Gondolin:<blockquote>
Quote:<hr> "Mother Idril, I would we had a good Ecthelion of the Fountain here to play to me on his flute, or make me willow-whistles! Perchance he has gone on ahead?" But Idril said nay, and told what she had heard of his end. Then said Earendil that he cared not ever to see the streets of Gondolin again, and he wept bitterly; but Tuor said that he would not again see those streets, 'for Gondolin is no more.'"<hr></blockquote>
Ai! Muil nirnaeth-eithel!
(That's very beginner Sindarin constructed from an online dictionary; correct as needed.)
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