But Húrin mourned openly, and he took up his harp to make a song of lamentation; but he could not, and he broke his harp, and going out, he lifted up his hand towards the North,crying: ‘Marrer of Middle-earth, would that I might see you face to face, and mar you as my lord Fingolfin did!’
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|| I will entertain your scholar self with questions about whether Húrin ever had an indigestion of elven pastries.
Frequently. Every single time he blamed something else, because it can’t be the elven food, elves are awesome.
After four or five times he stopped denying it to himself, but denied it all the more loudly to Huor, and kept eating them – and getting indigestion – to prove a point, dammit.
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