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Tale g. 237 ff.). This was hastily pencilled and is in places dif-
ficult to make out.



Then Gelmir king of the Gnomes marshalled his un-
happy folk and he said to them: 'We am come at last to the
Great Lands and have set our feet upon the Earth, and not
even Elf-wisdom may yet say what shall come of it; but the
torment and the pain and the tears that we have borne in
the way hither shall be sung in song and told in tale by all
the folk of the Elfin race hereafter; yea and even among
other children of Ior shall some remember it.'
Long time did the Gnome-folk dwell nigh those west-
ward shores in the northern regions of the Earth; and their
anguish was lessened. Some were there that fared far afield
and gained knowledge of the lands about, and they sought
ever to know whither Melko had fled, or where was hidden
the gems and treasury of Valinor. [Struck out: Then did
Gelmir marshal his hosts and three great armies had he, and
Golfin his son was captain of the one, and Delin his son of
a second, [Oleg >] Luthien his son of the third, but Gelmir
was lord and king.] Thereafter did all the folk move onward
to the East and somewhat South, and all the armies of
Golfin and of Delin moved ahead unhampered. Now the ice
melted, and the snow [?thinned], and the trees grew deep
upon the hills, and their hearts knew comfort, till their
harps and elfin pipes awoke once more. Then did the rocks
ring with the sweet music of the Elves, and countless
[?coming] of their many feet; new flowers sprang behind
those armies as they trod, for the earth was glad of the
coming of the Gnomes, nor had the sun or the white moon
yet seen fairer things in those places than their moving field
of glinting spears and their goldwrought elfin armoury. But
the women and the Gnome-maids and Gnome-children sang
as they journeyed after, and no such clear song of hope
have the lands heard since, yet was it sad and boding be-
side that singing that was heard upon [Kor >] the hill of
Tun while the Two Trees blossomed still.
Of all those scouts and scattered hosts that went far
ahead or upon either side of the marching Gnomes none
were more eager or burnt with greater fire than Feanor the
gem-smith and his seven sons; but nothing did they dis-

cover yet, and came the Gnomes at length unto that magic
northern land of which tales often speak, and by reason of
its dark woods and grey mountains and its deep mists the
Gnomes named Dor Lomin land of shadows. There lies a
lake, Mithrim whose mighty waters reflect a pale image of
the encircling hills. Here did the Gnomes rest once more a