- And this is for you, my friend, with gratitude for your friendly help and excellent steel from your blacksmiths.
He took the second sword out of his apprentice's hands - everyone had only now noticed it - and turned it to Maeglin by hand. But he took a step back and shook his head at the same moment.
- I already have a sword, Enerdil," said Maeglin, smiling coldly. - It's called Anguirel, it's forged by my father, and I appreciate it above all swords. Especially those that resemble festive weapons or can disturb the enemy with their radiance in the dark.
A Tourbon looked angrily at his advisor.
- Watch out for words, Maeglin, Eola's son. You should know that Enerdil studied with Féanor himself, and many blacksmiths, including dwarfs, consider him the first among the first masters in the Mediterranean.
Maeglin bowed. His face was again impermeable.
- As for Enerdil's blades, I take it back, my king," he said in a seemingly impassive voice. - But I cannot accept the sword. I can't leave Anguirel, my father's work and the last memory of him.
King Thurgon darkened even more and had already opened his mouth to siege Maeglin abruptly - but at the same moment there was Enerdill's calm voice:
- I understand your feelings, my friend, although I personally believe that this sword would be more useful to you than your Dark Blade. But I can't insist, it's your destiny and your choice. According to custom, I can't give it to anyone else, so I'll take it.
He pulled out a sword, and then the blade went back to the momentary glow. The blade and the euphemism were slightly different than Glamdring's, but the two swords seemed to be all alike, almost a twin weapon. Enerdil raised his sword and said loudly:
- I give you the name Orchestral! And from now on, let your fate be connected to your brother, Gladding, until this world changes..."
The date of this record was not too precise, but we can determine that both swords were forged in 460 P.E. - that is, five years after Dagore Bragollah. Alas, the following notes do not coincide in many ways - I read them carefully and came to the conclusion that they were written by both supporters of Maeglin and Enerdil. This, by the way, indicates that the split among the gondolindrims might actually have started earlier than after Tuor's arrival. It didn't surprise me that I'd read a lot about Maeglin before and knew he was a very talented and intelligent, but at the same time a vain and jealous elf. In my opinion, he inherited the worst qualities of both father and mother - that is, the gloomy character and arrogance that was common among the noldoras, especially of a high kind.
Are you surprised, my friend? Well, yes, it actually sounds strange. According to all the records, Aredele was willful, but not arrogant, like her cousins. It's all the more strange that Maeglin really couldn't stand his uncles, especially Kelegorma and Kurufin.
But I was thinking maybe Maeglin was just jealous of them and subconsciously trying to be like them. Maybe he was jealous of those who saw the Light of the Tree, and he was ashamed of his father, who was just a "dark" teleri? Maybe despite his father's harsh upbringing, who emphasized his belonging to the TV, his son felt like he belonged to the world of Noldor? And this feeling only intensified after Aredele's death?
There is no direct answer to these questions. But I feel that he is more or less affirmative. And I also think that the king's mention that Enerdil was a student of Feanor hurt all these feelings of Maeglin. It's possible that he considered Erendil's sincere behavior to be just a mockery.
One way or another, all the notes agree - since that time, the paths of both friends have completely diverged. I tried to compare and check all the facts - according to them, Maeglin did not stop delivering iron ores from his mine, but stopped seeing Enerdil and even banned his blacksmiths from visiting him. Enerdil, having learned about it, only gave up - these blacksmiths did not need additional exercises. And he took care of his own business.
Time went by, and it quickly turned out that there were not enough nuggets of Mythril. Enerdil had time to forge only a few dozen long swords when he had less than half of the valuable metal left. Reading these notes, I thought Elrond was right - there was no Mythril in Eccoriat, and there was nowhere to get it. Gondolin was closed, and it is unlikely that Thurgoon would have let Enerdil look for the metal in other mines - even if dwarves from Belegost had found it earlier, the way to them was closed. It would have been too dangerous to let Enerdil's detachment go, for too many enemy eyes were looking towards the Closed Gate...
By will or will, Enerdil threw long blades at him. It was at this time that the name heleg sigil appeared in the recordings. An ice dagger.