She loved him as well, though that seemed to only anger him further. There was no winning move to play there. Míriel became a shadow under which we all dwelt, though she probably didn't mean to.

My good uncle hated me most of all. Your brothers were at least sometimes amused with me, though rarely kind or good. I was as dirt upon their slippered princely feet.

Oh I would still sing at them, unless they cut out my tongue then I would have to work out how to turn a mountain into a drum. But perhaps the eagles will visit again. Sadly I cannot take you to Turu. Even I do not know the way.