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Now tells the tale how Ulmo despaired that any of the
Elfin race should surpass the dangers of the way, and of
the deepest and the latest design that he then fashioned, and
of those things which came of it.
In those days the greater part of the kindreds of Men
dwelt after the Battle of Unnumbered Tears in that land of
the North that has many names, but which the Elves of Kor
have named Hisilome which is the Twilit Mist, and the
Gnomes, who of the Elf-kin know it best, Dor-Lomin the
Land of Shadows. A people mighty in numbers were there,
dwelling about the wide pale waters of Mithrim the great
lake that lies in those regions, and other folk named them
Tunglin or folk of the Harp, for their joy was in the wild
music and minstrelsy of the fells and woodlands, but they
knew not and sang not of the sea. Now this folk came into
those places after the dread battle, being too late summoned
thither from afar, and they bore no stain of treachery
against the Elfin kin; but indeed many among them clung
to such friendship with the hidden Gnomes of the moun-
tains and Dark Elves as might be still for the sorrow and
mistrust born of those ruinous deeds in the Vale of Niniach.
Turgon was a man of that folk, son of Peleg, son of Indor,
son of [Ear >] Fengel who was their chief and hearing the
summons had marched out of the deeps of the East with all
his folk. But Turgon dwelt not much with his kindred, and

loved rather solitude and the friendship of the Elves whose
tongues he knew, and he wandered alone about the long
shores of Mithrim, now hunting in its woods, now making
sudden music in the rocks upon his rugged harp of wood
strung with the sinews of bears. But he sang not for the
ears of Men, and many hearing the power of his rough
songs came from afar to hearken to his harping; [?but]
Turgon left his singing and departed to lonely places in the
mountains.
Many strange things he learned there, broken tidings of
far off things, and longing came upon him for deeper lore,
but as yet his heart turned not from the long shores, and the
pale waters of Mithrim in the mists. Yet was he not fated
to dwell for ever in those places, for 'tis said that magic
and destiny led him on a day to a cavernous opening in the
rocks down which a hidden river flowed from Mithrim.
And Turgon entered that cavern seeking to learn its secret,
but having entered the waters of Mithrim drave him for-
ward into the heart of the rock and he might not win back
into the light. This men have said was not without the will
of Ulmo, at whose prompting may be the Gnomes had
fashioned that deep and hidden way. Then came the
Gnomes to Turgon and guided him along the dark passages
amid the mountains until he came out once more into the