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"Then shall Turgon not stand against Morgoth, as all the Eldar yet hope?" said
Tuor. "And what wouldst thou of me, Lord, if I come now to Turgon? For though
I am indeed willing to do as my father and stand by that king in his need, yet
of little avail shall I be, a mortal man alone, among so many and so valiant
of the High Folk of the West. "
"If I choose to send thee, Tuor son of Huor, then believe not that thy one
sword is not worth the sending. For the valour of die Edain the Elves shall
ever remember as the ages lengthen, marvelling that they gave life so freely
of which they had on earth so little. But it is not for thy valour only that I
send thee, but to bring into the world a hope beyond thy sight, and a light
that shall pierce the darkness."
And as Ulmo said these things the mutter of the storm rose to a great cry, and
the wind mounted, and the sky grew black; and the mantle of the Lord of Waters
streamed out like a flying cloud. "Go now," said
Ulmo, "lest the Sea devour thee! For Ossë obeys the will of Mandos, and he is
wroth, being a servant of the
Doom."
"As thou commandest," said Tuor. "But if I escape the Doom, what words shall I
say unto Turgon?"
"If thou come to him," answered Ulmo, "then the words shall arise in thy mind,
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and thy mouth shall speak as I would. Speak and fear not! And thereafter do as
thy heart and valour lead thee. Hold fast to my mantle, for thus shalt thou be
guarded. And I will send one to thee out of the wrath of Ossë, and thus shalt
thou be guided: yea, the last mariner of the last ship that shall seek into
the West until the rising of the Star.
Go now back to the land!"
Then there was a noise of thunder, and lightning flared over the sea; and Tuor
beheld Ulmo standing among the waves as a tower of silver flickering with
darting flames; and he cried against the wind:
"I go, Lord! Yet now my heart yearneth rather to the Sea."
And thereupon Ulmo lifted up a mighty horn, and blew upon it a single great
note, to which the roaring of the storm was but a wind-flaw upon a lake. And
as he heard that note, and was encompassed by it, and filled with it, it
seemed to Tuor that the coasts of Middle-earth vanished, and he surveyed all
the waters of the world in a great vision: from the veins of the lands to the
mouths of the rivers, and from the strands and estuaries out into the deep.
The Great Sea he saw through its unquiet regions teeming with strange forms,
even to its lightless depths, in which amid the everlasting darkness there
echoed voices terrible to mortal ears. Its measureless plains he surveyed with
the swift sight of the Valar, lying windless under the eye of
Anar, or glittering under the horned Moon, or lifted in hills of wrath that
broke upon the Shadowy Isles,"
until remote upon the edge of sight, and beyond the count of leagues, he
glimpsed a mountain, rising beyond
his mind's reach into a shining cloud, and at its feet a long surf glimmering.
And even as he strained to hear the sound of those far waves, and to see
clearer that distant light, the note ended, and he stood beneath the thunder
of the storm, and lightning many-branched rent asunder the heavens above him.
And Ulmo was gone, and the sea was in tumult, as the wild waves of Ossë rode
against the walls of Nevrast.
Then Tuor fled from the fury of the sea, and with labour he won his way back
to the high terraces; for the wind drove him against the cliff, and when he
came out upon the top it bent him to his knees. Therefore he entered again the
dark and empty hall for shelter, and he sat nightlong in the stone seat of
Turgon. The very pillars trembled for the violence of the storm, and it seemed
to Tuor that the wind was full of wailing and wild cries. Yet being weary he
slept at times, and his sleep was troubled with many dreams, of which
naught remained in waking memory save one: a vision of an isle, and in the
midst of it was a steep mountain, and behind it the sun went down, and shadows
sprang into the sky; but above it there shone a single dazzling star.
After this dream Tuor fell into a deep sleep, for before the night was over
the tempest passed, driving the black clouds into the East of the world. He
awoke at length in the grey light, and arose, and left the high seat, and as
he went down the dim hall he saw that it was filled with sea-birds driven in
by the storm; and he went out as the last stars were fading in the West before
the coming day. Then he saw that the great waves in the night had ridden high
upon the land, and had cast their crests above the cliff-tops, and weed and
shingle-
drift were flung even upon the terraces before the doors. And Tuor looked down
from the lowest terrace and saw, leaning against its wall among the stones and
the sea-wrack, an Elf, clad in a grey cloak sodden with the sea. Silent he
sat, gazing beyond the ruin of the beaches out over the long ridges of the
waves. All was still, and there was no sound save the roaring of the surf
below.
As Tuor stood and looked at the silent grey figure he remembered the words of
Ulmo, and a name untaught came to his lips, and he called aloud: "Welcome,
Voronwë! I await you."
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Then the Elf turned and looked up, and Tuor met the piercing glance of his
sea-grey eyes, and knew that he was of the high folk of the Noldor. But fear
and wonder grew in his gaze as he saw Tuor standing high upon the wall above
him, clad in his great cloak like a shadow out of which the elven-mail gleamed
upon his breast.
A moment thus they stayed, each searching the face of the other, and then the
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