“Finduilas … was a lady of great beauty and gentle heart, but before twelve years had passed she died....It seemed to men that she withered in the guarded city, as a flower of the seaward vales set upon a barren rock. The shadow in the east filled her with horror, and she turned her eyes ever south to the sea that she missed.”

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