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Turgon
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We move forward, my daughter and I. We move forward, because we cannot look back. Behind us lies the place where my beloved Elenwë fell, never to rise again. My beautiful, fair wife, who could not withstand the cold and ice: no matter how we tried to warm her. She slipped under the ice, and we shall never have her light in our lives again. All that is left to me is my daughter, who resembles her mother so very much. I shall see us both across this accursed ice. I will not lose Idril as I lost her mother.
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