His voice really was amazing. It redeemed his greasy appearance. I could believe that he had fooled all of Meduseld with those rich, low cadences. It made one <I>want</I> to believe him. His poetic words to Eowyn ("...like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill") were enticingly discerning. It was a beautiful performance.<P>About that tear: I was under the impression that it was a tear shed for sheer, stunned amazement, but I like the idea of him being regretful and afraid.
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"'You," he said, "tell her all. What good came to you? Do you rejoice that Maleldil became a man? Tell her of your joys, and of what profit you had when you made Maleldil and death acquainted.'" -Perelandra, by C.S. Lewis
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