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Then Mоm rose, and looked long at Tъrin. 'I hear you,' he said. 'You speak like a dwarf-lord of old; and at that I marvel. Now my heart is cooled, though it is not glad; and hi this house you may dwell, if you will; for I will So began the abiding of Tъrin in the hidden house of Mоm upon Amon Rыdh; and h      walked on the greensward before the mouth of the cave, and looked out east, and west, and north. Northward he looked, and descried the Forest of Brethil climbing green about Amon Obel in its midst, and thither his eyes were drawn ever and again, he knew not why; for his heart was set rather to the

 

north-west, where league upon league away on the skirts of the sky it seemed to him that he could glimpse the Mountains of Shadow, the walls of his home. But at evening Tъrin looked west into the sunset, as the su    rode down red into the hazes above the distant coasts, and the Vale of Narog lay deep in the shadows between.In the time that followed Tъrin spoke much with Mоm, and sitting with him alone he listened to his lore and the tale of his life. For Mоm came of Dwarves that were banished in ancient days from the great