Y Archta Melmarindauph Part Two

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The Second account of The Tale of The Mélmárindauph

Submitted: September 29, 2007

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Submitted: September 29, 2007



For nine subsequent days Húwbeth trailed the maiden’s every pace assessing the mould with dexterous eyes and at each bend, behind every bole, and beneath all stones was he slighted for the denizens of Gortigoth concealed her from him. None would deceive her though he may collapse in tears still they remained adamantly faithful. Though he may bribe them still their lips were sealed taut. ‘twas during this time of searching and longing that he began to craft in the image of beauty a glorious song and he called it the Mélmárindauph which means the Song of True Love and from the first the essence of its lyrics bore forth his soul and he set in them all his intent to beguile the heart of Loriennë. Then on the tenth day of his wanderings there came a voice on the wind and it was gentle of tone, soothing to his very soul and on each breath it called his name “Húwbeth glaro cím! Glaro cím Húwbeth! … Húwbeth come to me! Come to me Húwbeth!” and Húwbeth was bewitched. Thus did he pursue the voice darting amain through the depths of the woods until at length before his eyes rose up a great fence of Hedge bush made, a labyrinth of intrinsic design and from the first his mind was awed at its majesty and he stood before it and could not move. Annospel, The Great Maze he called it and from within the voice called his name, “Húwbeth glaro cím! Glaro cím Húwbeth!” thence forward he went into its depths undaunted and he followed the voice and thus was guided through the winding trails so in the fullness of time he came forth and before him beheld the great walls of the city of Finías, Seat of Síniquil king of Gortigoth and the brazen doors unguarded loomed before him. Yet he did not essay to enter them rather the voice called his name and he pursued it to the east around a flowing stream and came to an area of wall that was overgrown with vines and within he heard a voice singing songspell and he knew it then to be Loriennë. Thus he essayed to the scale the wall and with great skill did he ascend the garden keep until at length he peered within at the beauty of that place and saw Loriennë seated near a fountain and she sung beautiful as before. “Loin Glaralo na mírif! … I am coming my beloved!” he sighed and lo and the wind bore him up and brought him alow till his feet touched the earth and he began to sing the first lines of the Mélmárindauph and Loriennë heard him and bewitched she was and she could not bare to move. And for a long time a spell was laid upon them that they in longing for one another stood immobile gazing lost in the eyes of the other and all about them nature stirred as the hours passed and the sun began to fail beyond the west, then at length Húwbeth came forward and he held Loriennë in his arms and they shared a passionate kiss. Loriennë sighed, “I have been waiting for thee for all my life!” and Húwbeth looked into her eyes and spake “For thee I would have waited an eternity!” thereupon they lied down upon the verdant lawns and held one another in the arms of the other and drifted off into slumberous rest.

For the fullness of a moon Húwbeth dwelt in secret within the gardens of Loriennë keeping his stay to a grove of soporific willows in whose shade he found respite. And none knew of his sojourn none that is save the maidens of the princess Aelinel, Glérwen, and fair Ardrínel they that served her staunchly and loved her so. Now Loriennë had sworn them all to silence and each to oath that should they let slip past their lips the secret then may the doors of death and doom yawn broad for them. So were they silent. But as time held on Húwbeth knew he must return to Deloraeth and so solemn he came to Loriennë and spake, his voice was faltering “Thee I love but I canst not hope to tarry any further in Finías I must return to my own home in Mothmélond where I belong. Would you come with me?”

“O that you might have asked at another occasion then I might have said yes but I can’t ‘tis impossible for I am bound to my father, and bound to another, Mördred son of Gléopthor though I love him not with him I am obliged to stay!”

“Forsake him Loriennë for our love is true you must come with me for without thee I might wizen and die!”

“Then go and seek me out again one day and maybe I will follow you!” Then she kissed upon his brow and Húwbeth held her in his arms muttering low “Anchellë … Farewell!” and so they parted and Húwbeth climbed o’er the wall and vanished into the depths of Gortigoth. Now he fared some distance beyond the lake of Tärpeletum and came thus he into Olbuothür and into the shadow of that realm and yet he evaded the glade of Glynt-du-Thrátar and chose instead to stay north and in the midst of his roving he found his brother Chwedrybh among the fading grass, he seemed in a swoon.

Swift of feet Húwbeth came to his side holding his brother within his arms and they embraced and were glad again, then Chwedrybh exclaimed, “The Mÿrgo! I have seen the Mÿrgo!” and therewithal he shied in a swoon. Then Húwbeth held Chwedrybh in his arms and together they returned unto Deloraeth and to the house of Mörgrond where Elofindor dwelt. Sorrowful were the tidings they bore of the death of their men and the fall of the Fetyar that seemed imminent. And so a raide was held in honor of those that died and they certain now Círildor was lost forever.

Long were the steadily passing moons and the life of Húwbeth weakened as his sadness grew, burgeoning with each listless moment, sorrowful as the after, a failing light, among the dying stars as he tholed the days without Loriennë. And he confided in none though for a while yet as his pain grew palpable he divulged his sorrow to his brother who thus shared in his agony. So great was the pain of Húwbeth that it is said that the meadow lark in Mothmélond would sing nevermore and that the birds all took wing from Anthalwíg to evade the misery of its prince. And Laurenös who served Elofindor received them in the woods of Laurolin whither they made domicile to delight his ears. Anon Elofindor wot of the pain of his son and he summoned him in council before his throne and spake “What ‘tis that ails thy soul Húwbeth tell me all and I shall do as best I can to mitigate thy pain.”

“There is naught that thou canst do my father, to ease my pain for I pine in love of another, Loriennë of Gortigoth!”

“So there is one who has smitten thy heart, my son I would give thee her if I could and yet it seems to me to be impossible for her kingdom lies so far away I canst not hope to wed thee hither!”

“Then give me leave, my lord and I shall seek her out though I may fare unto the ends of the world I would do worse without her!”

“Then if thou art to embark on this quest take with thee, thy brother and Effrós the son of Pénthuor who is finest among the Fetyar and my own horse Hárrassog and Cemryst my hound! Take these and what else thy heart desires to avail thee in thy task!”

“Nothing more do I require, father, I give thee thanks for all thy blessings and now shall take my leave with the rising of the dawn shall I set off from Deloraeth and in as many days as the moon doth wane shall I return with my bride!”

And Húwbeth came to Dilifwyn the dove who made roost in the house of Mörgrond and spake unto the divine bird “Go unto the house of Finías to the city in Gortigoth and tell my beloved that I come for her and will meet her at the shores where we first met so long ago!” thus Dilifwyn took wing vanishing beyond the southern horizon and he was gone.

Lo and Dilifwyn flit as a blare of light unto the house of Finías and laid he down on the davenport of Loriennë’s chambers and there he was utterly spent; the life of him was failing for he had grown weak without Ghelatién. Then Loriennë set her hand upon the bird and muttering words in the elfin tongue allayed his pain and brought him forth into the light. Now she spoke to Dilifwyn and the divine dove told of all that Húwbeth had bid and so Loriennë eager for the amorous encounter readied herself for the date impending. And when not but three passings of the sun lied between her and the arrival of Húwbeth she came to her father in his high halls and spoke with him before his court.

“Father I would fare to Nen-Tärpeletum and inquire of thee leave to do so!”

But Síniquil had been forewarned by Aelinel of the occasions of the secret meetings of Loriennë and Húwbeth not but months ago and though he essayed to keep this hidden he could bare to do so no further. “Why?” He inquired.

“I wish to sing hymns unto Arínghel thy sister, father for what other reason would I have?”

“Tell me Loriennë does Mördred not suit thee. Does it seem to you that he is unfit to be thy husband most devoted, Tell me what of the son of Gléopthor doth repulse thee … my daughter this I ask for I know of thy meetings with the elf of Deloraeth and it sickens me in my soul to know that my own blood would go against my own words!”

“Father I know not of what you speak!”

“You know very well of what I speak Loriennë Aelinel has told me much … do not seek to hide your falsities or are you as Ceörle the wretch who murdered my sister … she was a liar! Do you not think of thine blood Míretia the fair how she was slain by the elves of Öbhár’s house and those of Elofindor! And you would trust an elf of the house that slew thine own sister! Traitor!”

“Father to thee I cannot lie!” she spake, and tears were in her eyes. “I love not the son of Gléopthor but my hearts lies with another, Húwbeth, son of Elofindor!” there was a murmur in the hall then Gléopthor came forward much enraged. “How dare you wretched wench set the scathing son of Elofindor before my son who has been most loyal to the house of Síniquil!”

“Loyal! Loyal!” Loriennë exclaimed, “Tell me Iphiniqué how many hours have you spent in the chambers of Mördred lusting away I have heard them in their love game! Tell me who is Mördred loyal to apart from his own loins!”

“I have never!” Iphiniqué interposed, her face sanguine.

“How dare you speak of my son in such a manner!” Gléopthor came forward. “Síniquil restrain thy daughter’s mouth!”

And Síniquil looked on Loriennë and frowned. “I have heard enough Fingwaus! Leglásmir! Take my daughter and lock her in own chambers she will not see this man not for all her days. And I command thee go unto the shores to Nen-Tärpeletum and when the son of Elofindor doth come to the banks slay him dead!”

“No!” Loriennë bellowed kicking against the arms of the elves as they bore her away. And they locked her in the room whence Húndred and Mördred kept watch and Fingwaus and Leglásmir went forth into Gortigoth.

That very evening for many long hours Loriennë cried when suddenly as midnight drew nigh there came a voice on the wind, docile its air and it bore in likeness unto the soft speech of a mother. “Loriennë cry no more!” It spake and Loriennë came to her window sill. “Who is there!” she beckoned then suddenly two maidens appeared within her halls and they said “We are the queens of Ningalf, Glamondë The Nimble and Fair Nessem. Sorrowful we have heard thy plea and have come to avail thee in thy ways!”

Then Glamondë who had hair of golden hue gave unto Loriennë a wand etched in runes and topped with an obsidian stone. “This is Rýs! The Wand of Force!” she exclaimed. “Take it and it shall lull to rest those who impede thee from thy love. Take it and have power! We will be waiting for you Loriennë in Ningalf farewell!” and they were gone on the sighing of the leaves.

Then Loriennë came to the door of her chambers and with Rýs lulled the guards to sleep and taking little of her possession fled from the halls of the king and from Finías wholly. There she crept in the night and came betimes to the paths of Fingwaus and Leglásmir and with her wand she lulled them to slumberous rest “Go unto sleep o ill intended! Be lost unto oblivion and dwell in naught till one comes to wake ye!” so they came like rocks upon the earth and there slept a cold and deepening sleep. And Loriennë made her way to Nen-Tärpeletum.

That even night Húwbeth alone came into the foyer of Mörgrond lofty and golden bright. And he looked on the idol of his mother and it seemed to him that in her eyes there glowed a light as of a star and he knelt before her, bowing assent. Thereupon in prayer he poured forth his voice and said.

“Mother, pray, tell me be hither, is Loriennë truly the maiden of my dreams … or am I lost to the illusions of love, those undying illusions that have claimed countless before me. Is she my mírif or is she naught?”

Then from the statue there did arise a soothing voice and it was as his mothers and Húwbeth cried to hear it for he knew her voice still though it had been two hundred and fifty-three years since last he heard it.

“Húwbeth, hear me!” Néraquinh spake “Do as thy heart bids thee, not as others say. What does thy heart tell thee Húwbeth what does it say.”

And Húwbeth looked within himself and smiled, “It says aye!”

Then with the rising of the dawn amid the fading stars the meadow lark sang and the princes rose and attired themselves and made ready for the journey at hand. Thus Effrós, Húwbeth, and Chwedrybh set out with Hárrassog and Cemryst by their sides and Elofindor watched them leave and was afraid. Long they journeyed through Naurlach and through Othelion then at last they came into Olbuothür and made way to the stream of Túvaelimh.

Thus they came into the woods of Gortigoth whither wayworn the fellowship wandered into a sheer ravine in whose yawning mouth the rocks were as teeth yet there were many jagged fissures and they came to rest within them. Thither Húwbeth wot that patches of mushrooms grew in the rocky fissures and they were of white hue with spots of red round about their heads and their stems were of a deep yellow tone, he sighed “Finally!” his hand extended forth but a voice stayed his reach. “Húwbeth,” Chwedrybh spake. “Never would I give thee false counsel but I would not eat any of the mushrooms of Gortigoth even if my life depended on it.” But Húwbeth mocked him and put a single mushroom in his mouth, he smiled and lolled whither he laid ignorant to the doom that loomed before him. He glared at Chwedrybh and such an anger filled him as never before and he rose forth and spake “You would rob me of my Loriennë . Suddenly there came a voice on the wind, subtle and cold it rang “Kill Him!” At once Húwbeth drew Gúrogaltir lining the blade towards the throat of his brother and he spake “May Death have thee Chwedrybh son of Elofindor!” and he swiped swift for his neck yet then Chwedrybh drew forth Glórmaghril and with it turned aside his brother’s attack. And they dueled for many long moments before the eyes of Effrós horrified and smote by fear. Then with one fell swipe at length Húwbeth cast Glórmaghril from his brother’s hands yet Chwedrybh bore up strength and alone he thrust his brother away from him and fled away into the forest vales. Húwbeth grimaced, he drew forth Gölthrossag and echoed sonorous, “May the Sun be red with blood!” Fear took Hárrassog and the steed fled off far from either of the elves and Cemryst sought out Húwbeth in his pursuit, barking madly in his bearing.

In utter madness, swift of feet did Húwbeth pursue his brother darting amain through the depths of Olbuothür betwixt the fading trees and silent brooding glades and Chwedrybh denied though hunted he was his hand to raise Angölfin towards his brother, thereby sparing his own life in loss of another. Thrice Húwbeth loosed pairs of barbs with great dexterity yet Chwedrybh slighted aught that sought to hew him and held on thus unscathed in his flight. Then Cemryst growling, delved his claws into the heel of his master yet Húwbeth wheeled about and baring his hound aloft with immortal strength thrust him upon the ground and he lifeless laid and there shuddered no more. Upon a bluff of a cragged cliff nigh unto the flowing of Túvaelimh thither Chwedrybh stood and could fare no more. Out of the woods there came Húwbeth quivering, and blood pooled in his wake, he stood alee and his eyes glowed flaxen yellow. He held forth Gölthrossag bringing arrow to string yet Chwedrybh raised Angölfin and with fine aim struck the bow from Húwbeth’s hand; he was defenseless. Now Chwedrybh lowered his weapon gazing into his brother’s eyes he spake “Do not you know thine own kinsman when thou dost see him? Húwbeth … I love you.”

But Húwbeth was not himself and he seized upon Chwedrybh thrusting him to the brim of the cliff, they grappled in peril and he laced his fingers ‘round his neck, throttling his brother within his clutch. Anon Chwedrybh coughed six lasting words “Thou wouldst slay thine own blood?” Then Húwbeth reached for his quiver bringing an arrow forward he drove through his brother’s neck and the light left his eyes upon the final sigh of his breath. He was dead and they fell from the cliffs into the river Túvaelimh whereupon there came a splash and nothing more. Húwbeth was washed so far as the riverbed would bare him toward a lowland area of marshy sod. Thither laid he in the watery mire, a vile concoction of blood and earthen waste made. When from naught there shone a light as from a star and Húwbeth woke and the life returned unto his eyes and he was as himself once more. Yet he wot then the deed that had stained his hands in blood and he heaved the contents of his belly into the swamp and cried anon. Lo then as the sun steadily scaled unto the empyrean a dark shadow obtenebrated the land and the wind haled his hair so at length then a dreadful silence fell and the heavens lowered o‘er the earth alow. The rain began to shower and he knew then that the ire of Naular would be terrible. And on the wind there rang the laughter of Gorgorüch and Húwbeth wist of his doom ere it had even been made so and muttered low though his words were as thunder “Thou wilt be murderer unto thine own brother!”

Loriennë would not have found Húwbeth had not Hárrassog wandered unto the shores of Nen-Tärpeletum at what time she waited in longing for her beloved. Thus she mounted his back and they strode into the depths of the woods, beckoning the names of the sons of Elofindor but happened on only Húwbeth lying in the mire of the well of Túvaelimh. And she alighted reaching for him and taking his hand raised him forth holding him in her arms she whispered “Márin thaf na mírif … I love you my beloved.” And Húwbeth cried on her shoulder “He is dead! Chwedrybh is dead! My brother! My blood! He lives no more!”

Long the lovers sought for the corpse of the son of Elofindor until by late evening as the stars fanned beyond the west had they found him not and Húwbeth was afraid. Yet they happened on a shady silhouette lying far in the swamps nigh unto the cliffs from which they fell and it was Effrós holding near the body of Chwedrybh in his arms, he startled looked on Húwbeth and Loriennë and such a malice came over him that he took up Angölfin and aimed its intractable bow at the countenance of the prince “Murderer!” He cried. “Thou hast slain thy brother and for this shall you die! For Chwedrybh was dear to me and I cannot forgive such a horrid deed, for it happened before my very eyes and I will avenge the death of my friend even should I die myself!” But Loriennë came forward and for the fairness of her countenance did the son of Pénthuor lower thus his bow and he cried and said, “Forgive me my lord for the faults of mine I should have known the gods love not those who hone vengeance and deeds of malice .. . I am sorry!” and Loriennë gazed into his eyes and with the charm of her grace swayed his mind “Thou must hold taut thy lips Effrós for beyond that my love shall be no more!” and he bowed his head assent. ‘twas then that Húwbeth came forward and he took in his arms his love and spake “Thou must be with me all my days come and we will go unto the house of my father and we shall be together … forever!” and Loriennë said, “aye”

Thus Hárrassog they mounted; neighing softly beneath the caress of his bridle and Loriennë embraced Húwbeth susurrating into his ear “Yet unto the very ends of the world with thee I would fare even should thy way yede unto the dismal home of death then o’er the threshold will I pass that never may we be apart even in death.”

“To death.” Húwbeth uttered “I would never lead thee not even to the gates of Esgadon if thither fate bid me thou wouldst fare with me not. For I love thee too well to give death so fair an angel as the one that fore my eyes doth glow. And may death have he who would sunder us … for I love you!” and they drove on thro’ the biting wind into the woods of Othelion crossed they then beyond that place and o’er the cliffs of Naus-en-Carong across the lands of Lamloeth until at length they came into Naurlach, whither the fields are crimson and all is fair.

Eftsoons though days had passed had the echo of Hárrassog’s step been on the terrace of Mörgrond that Húwbeth then alighted from his mount and alone came within the halls of his father’s house and for the alacrity of his pace and the urgency that mantled his countenance did Elofindor come forth from his siege and before his son stood docile in splendor and in grace and Húwbeth shied from him “Pray tell thy father what ‘tis that ails thee for meseems that thou hath tholed a great darkness and come forth the hollow of the way thou wert once in aforetime.”

The eyes of Húwbeth welled wet with moisture but he wiped the tears away and solemn spake “I come baring ill tidings that shall lay in dire throes thy realm. Father know you this .., Chwedrybh, son of Elofindor, the child of Hírion is no more … He is dead.”

There was a silence then Elofindor sobbed and spake “Dead! Dead! Pray my son, my child if thou knoweth of what befell him then pray tell me that I might avenge this deed!”

Thereupon Húwbeth began to fabricate great lies of Woodwoses and ambushes in the woods, a solemn battle, desperate and gloomy, a final cry to rack the air. Then he set in the trembling clutch of his father the bow of his brother Angölfin and the king was lost and utterly livid.

That evening the woods of Anthalwíg were filled with the light of many torches sent in somber procession, to mourn the fallen prince. And Ebrodel who loved Chwedrybh most led the women in procession, Húwbeth the men and all the while one thought held on “I killed him” In his place they interred a doll in the glade of Glynt-en-Ando, Glade of The Youth a doll that once was property of he and from that night forth Ebrodel was seen in Deloraeth nevermore. And Húwbeth came to the chambers of his brother finding Elofindor thither and he sobbed for many hours begging Oroden for forgiveness and inquiring “Why! What have I done! My wife and my son, my child are dead! What have I done!” and Húwbeth closed the door behind him.

Later that very night Húwbeth came to the tower of Lanqualondä whither Loriennë slept and he called her aside to fare with him beneath the full moon light and they crossed many leagues from the haven of Mothmélond and drew near to the river Blarheluil. And there they came to that pool which was where in aforetime during the Chélmachwié that Cereionnë the goddess of darkness wife of Casseperös lord of sleep came and sat in her pining for Tyil, though she found him night and her tears were said to have formed that lake. Lo and bright shone the light of Eölye upon the face of Lhún-Quelebdauph whose serene surface was like unto the glass of a mirror, quaffing the forms of all those to look upon it, yielding forth themselves in truth. Yet in a chaise to one, another in the blackness of Quelebdauph would seem as themselves for one may not see the truth of another for it is latent a secret between the one and Cereionnë alone. Thus when Loriennë gazed on Quelebdauph she saw not herself yet in lieu of her there glowed a light as of a naked flame pure and unadulterated ethereal and divine. Yet when Húwbeth peered into Quelebdauph he saw a man stained in blood and such a fear beset him then that he withdrew from the shores and cursed their names.

“Cereionnë cried this pool yet methinks that it is rife with lies!”

“Do not speak of things you don’t understand Húwbeth ‘twould mean the ruin of you … know you this Húwbeth the ruin of you would come swiftly if thou didst spite the gods!”

“I care not for the Avar nor the Oialar, the Azerai, nor any of the exalted races of Heaven all I want is you! Loriennë thou art my heart and my soul bereft of you I might die! And yet it seems to me that not long can we endure to dwell in Mothmélond for Effrós is grown crafty and he would tell of what befell in Gortigoth. We might flee away and be together in another time and another place.”

“But where Húwbeth would we find such a place … a paradise, Amdor is lost.”

“Amdor is lost but its memory lives on you have the power Loriennë you are blessed in the ways of songspell you might enchant the earth and find us such a land!”

“Húwbeth with thee I would go despite the perils that would lie before me for thee I love I cannot stress this enough! Húwbeth we can subsist, and if things do not brighten then we shall flee maybe to the kingdom of you r uncle Echvalior or maybe Miandar king of Rhunnía or maybe one of thy cousins, Easúl, Eölrhan anywhere but here!”

Then Húwbeth embraced Loriennë and they laid together on the shores and slumbered there the whole of the night in the arms of Casseperös Dáfengliór, God of Sweet Repose. Anon Húwbeth brought Loriennë before his father praising her name and saying “Lo na mírif … she is my beloved.” and so delighted was the king that he at once made plans for their wedding and the lovers knew at last they might be as one.

Yet what ensued was an event of great prejudice for Elofindor would have vengeance for the death of his son and he held culpable all the Woodwoses of his kingdom though none was to be responsible for the murder of Chwedrybh. Therefore he bid an army of five thousand strong led by Dúaryn unto the woods of Bethael and there by the shores of Nen-Hwathlóriäch they slew the Woodwoses and fell many men, women, and children to their death. And Dúaryn took the priest from his temple casting him upon the incline thence he severed his head and spilled his holy blood beckoning the name of Sárchuor as he went “Death for death!” they cried as they slaughtered the innocent and the mire of blood that soaked the earth was like to the valley of the shadow of death Dan-Dhaedung. Of the few survivors they fled away o’er the mountains of Iochllomín in the west to the valley of Loeth-Luin and the woods of Fraud-en-Heírgath. But Effrós knew the truth behind the lies and he in the face of evil death could bare to thole no further therefore he came to the king of Deloraeth and told of all he knew of the true murderer of his son and the events in Gortigoth and for whatever reason unknown Elofindor believed him and demanded that his son be put on trial and the troops withdrew from Bethael.

Húwbeth knew he was hunted, therefore he hid Loriennë in Lanqualondä where none would dare to go and swiftly he fled away keeping apace from the arrows of the Fetyar. At length Elascar, son of Palahír hewed his ankle with a jagged barb and at the shores of the river Blarheluil Húwbeth came to his knees. He was defeated. Thence they brought him before the court of Elofindor and a hearing was held and the king of Deloraeth pronounced his doom; “One life for another, on the day of the dark moon Húwbeth, son of Elofindor thou wilt be executed in Cairulum on the crown of Dom-Rüthubaw. And that hill was artificial created by the elves of Elofindor specifically for purposes of public execution. Now Loriennë in secret eaves dropped on the hearing at learning of the verdict was she racked with such pain beyond wont. Therefore in her distress she came to the shores of the Blarheluil and cried, bemoaning her ill fortune sorrowful the wanion that plagued her! And she was lost.

And Loriennë slept upon the cold, spiteful mould frigid its touch and she could not bare the iciness of its surface so cried she, bemoaning her lover lost now fey. When then as she looked upon the leaves cast against the sky there came voices on the wind and she knew them to be the voices of Glamondë and Nessem calling her away in her distress, “Loriennë glaro net! Glaro net Loriennë! … Loriennë come to us! Come to us Loriennë!” and she spake “Loin Glaralo gwalpant hi cím … I am coming wait for me!” thus she arising cast aside her anguish and held on awful in the fullness of her form. Neither was her beauty dimmed in her distress but it seemed to intensify times three and she bore in likeness unto Cereionnë with her locks of ebony limned in the light of the moon. Thus she with haste came to the shores of the river Blarheluil and crossed into Laurolin, scouring many leagues in mere trices she came thence to the banks of Andíl’s mighty flow yet its waters were too deep and she could not ford them then a voice rung from the woods of Ningalf “Horgo neöch engwo y tiln tre y nacht! … Sundered be the water, create a path through the river bed!” thus when her step was upon the bed of the flow then the waters rose up and stood as two mighty walls on either side glimmering soft in the moon’s full candescence and where she walked water sprung up and fled from her. Then when her pace was upon the farther shore then the water came forth as a mighty torrent and the bed was filled with the rushes once more. Upon that miracle Loriennë gazed with awe for he beheld with his own sight a miracle of the world and she was ensnared. Thereupon the voices bade her come before them sky clad whence she cast off her raiment and stood there unclad beneath the starry eaves and so beautiful was her naked form that the trees in awe bowed before her and Ningalf was stirred into life.

Then she came into that land Gwárbilbar, Home of The Nymphs or Ningalf, The White Blossom as so oft it is called and she was afraid for the powers that thither dwelt, the daughters of Vírdha. Then forth from the wind there appeared to beautiful maidens Nessem and Glamondë queens of that land and they took the princess of Gortigoth by her hand and brought her unto the glade of Glynt-du-Líntudor whither is held the revelries of the nymphs and suddenly all about the secret maidens appeared and they reveled throughout the night and Loriennë joined in their festivities. Thus she tasted of their sweet nectar and heard tales and they talked much of Ilphindë wisest of their race who fared with Cereionnë in Emon-Coen and who led the nymphs of Amdor unto Chélcalath. Then as the noon of night drew nigh Glamondë came forward and she spake, “Harken to me Loriennë daughter of Síniquil! I seek to avail thee and to save the one that thou dost love!” and at this Loriennë cried, “Thank You!” She sobbed “Thou art kindest among the peoples!” then Nessem gave unto Loriennë a cloak and called it Belthrungir, The Concealer, whose power was to veil from sight all those to don its pall and she said “May it avail thee in thy ways!”

“Thank You” she spake and the nymphs were gone and vanished and dawn was upon him. Then Loriennë found that she was no longer in Ningalf but stood now where she had laid before in the forest of Anthalwíg and so she fled to meet with the carriage that would bear the son of Elofindor to Cairulum for the execution and she would impede them.

For five days they fared to the east on carriages limned black, the color of death drawn by Night Black steeds manned by charioteers donned in black raiment. Now Loriennë staged herself in the cart abutting that of Húwbeth yet she could not make her presence known and was hidden well beneath the cover of Belthrungir that none of the train might perceive her thereat she was as the wind invisible to the eyes yet present nonetheless. And when Cairulum laid before them and the hill of Dom-Rüthubaw its shadow they drove in there the chariots came to a halt and their cargo unloaded. Húwbeth in torn and battered, austere attire they led blindfold to the foot of the hill and thrust him upon the mould. The siege of the king was set near the crown and there Elofindor sat and looked on the face of his son and cried. He could not, not be reminded of his wife when he looked into the eyes of his child and he remembered her face and was sickened at his doom, but once his doom was set it remained irrevocable. Now Elascar was chosen to carry out the execution a task which he undertook willfully and so he waited at the crown beaming stolid beneath his brow. And there they laid Húwbeth oppressed in his fetters and their Elascar grimaced he murmured, “How now Húwbeth thou dost lie in scathing oppression before me. O how our rivalry has fared the many years numberless as the leaves of fall or the stars that in the heavens are! So dies Húwbeth son of Elofindor a burden unto Deloraeth and I take thy life with much eager!”

Then Palahír looked on Elofindor and grimacing spake “At thy command.” so Elofindor as a final resolve stood forth and spake “Son I love you yet never can you be forgiven go unto the house of Voldung and may fate have mercy on thy soul!”

Thereat he gestured the signal and Elascar mounted high the blade of Chrödung readying to smite his foe when as from naught there came a sound on the wind “Elascar” it whispered from the west and for a moment the hand of the son of Palahír was stayed. Then Loriennë unveiled herself coming forth from Belthrungir and grappling with Palahír’s son thrust Chrödung from Elascar’s hand and with it hurled it upon his head and slew him there upon Dom-Rüthubaw, he was dead. Now she loosed the bonds of Húwbeth and none would impede her then draping Húwbeth and herself in Belthrungir vanished from mortal sight. Elofindor stood from his throne, Palahír rushed to the mangled body of his son and all beheld in amazement the miracle before their eyes.

And Húwbeth and Loriennë came to tarry for many months alone in the land of Mebel-Metheb unbeknownst to the eyes of the king of Deloraeth though he sent scouts of the Fetyar to search them out and bring them before his siege, they found them not. This was because Glamondë and Nessem gird that realm round about in a mist of shadow and secrecy and the thicket in which the lovers dwelt came to be known as Namböair “The Thicket Of Lusting” for ‘twas there they laid in love for the first time and afterwards Húwbeth held Loriennë in his arms and said “Thee I love, na mírif!” and she kissed him upon the brow. Now daily Glamondë and Nessem would come to them and they were as family loving and compassionate but they withheld Rýs and Belthrungir from them for though they loved the nymphs so they did not trust them in whole and for good reason for ever their race was one of sly crafting. Soon though Húwbeth and Loriennë retired to the kingdom of Lamloeth and they dwelt in the city of Euthelion with the members of the court of Haunibís and Borbneith grew to love Húwbeth as his own son, and indeed was a foster father to he and Haunibís to Loriennë. In time Húwbeth secured a position of honor among the court of the king and queen and was set even above his most ancient of officers, to wit Camsád of whom it is said that he once deceived them in the founding of their realm and betrayed Borbneith to the goblin prince of Emon-Dhaedrós.

And in the spring they would rove the woods of Othelion faring neath its eaves of green leaves and ‘twas then in the first year of their secret sojourn that Húwbeth learned the languages of the birds and the beasts as Loriennë had edified him in and so was he renowned as a beast whisperer among the kin of the stars. Verily and in the Summer would they the lovers wander down unto the banks of the river Eölquëa, The White Swan where the swans of Lélutanön would so often gather and the feathers of their down he’d take up and craft into hats for his beloved. And in winter Húwbeth would go unto Durin-Gathíl and live among the march wardens where he’d protect the realm of his king and queen from harm as he did in a aforetime and in autumn they would be would come to the foothills of the Cassardruim to consecrate that land in their passion. Yet soon the belly of Loriennë swelled ripe with fruit and she was got with child and so she came to Húwbeth one cold autumn evening and solemn spake “Húwbeth I am got with child, this you know but it is against tawarin law to bare a child beyond the confines of marriage.”

“Then we shall be wed! Surely Haunibís and Borbneith would give us that!”

“No Húwbeth only with my father’s leave may I wed thee we must return to Gortigoth and beg him to let us be! Though he may protest we must be truculent!”

And so they fared together and bid the elves of Euthelion thence leaving Othelion behind came eftsoons to Gortigoth and to the city of Finías and there waited and yearned.

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