"Tis hard to loose a friend, all the same." Maglor agrees sympathetically.
"I hope you will see him again, however, whether here or at home."
He shakes his head, and there is something very old, and very terrible in his eyes.
"Ah, would that it were so simple. No, no... Thranduil was born in Doriath, where King Thingol gained through the hands of his daughter and her lover's heroics, a heirloom of our house, one of the three Silmarils, great jewels such as you have never seen the like. The problem was, you see, that we were sworn to retrieve them, irregardless of cost or who stood in our way. We begged Thingol! So many letters we sent, none of which were ever answered. And in the end... we could not fight the Oath any longer. And so we descended on Doriath with sword and fire... Thranduil would have been only a child then. But he has never forgotten, and never forgiven, and I do not blame him."
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"I hope you will see him again, however, whether here or at home."
He shakes his head, and there is something very old, and very terrible in his eyes.
"Ah, would that it were so simple. No, no... Thranduil was born in Doriath, where King Thingol gained through the hands of his daughter and her lover's heroics, a heirloom of our house, one of the three Silmarils, great jewels such as you have never seen the like. The problem was, you see, that we were sworn to retrieve them, irregardless of cost or who stood in our way. We begged Thingol! So many letters we sent, none of which were ever answered. And in the end... we could not fight the Oath any longer. And so we descended on Doriath with sword and fire... Thranduil would have been only a child then. But he has never forgotten, and never forgiven, and I do not blame him."