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FORESIGHT (kind of…)

"May Doriath's borders be safe while we get drunk, Cúthalion! º "

"I'll drink to that, Mablung, and to Thingol's cellars, too…but tell me, my friend, is the rumour true? Is the King fostering a mortal child?

"Hurin's son, yes."

"And how came to pass that Hurin's son fared better than the High King's heir?"

"His mother claimed close kinship with Beren's mother…"

"That'd seem reason enough for keeping him at safe distance from Doriath…"

"At least he's free of that Noldor Curse thing…"

"You have a point there. We'll outlive him, after all. It's Cirdan who's got the worst lot!"

º Cúthalion: Beleg's epéssë

Word count: 100. Feb 2005