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My own... My preciousssss...! (Silmoš v čínštině!)
But the jewel burned the hand of Maedhros in pain unbearable;
and he perceived that it was as Eönwë had said, and that his right thereto
had become void, and that the oath was vain. And being in anguish and
despair he cast himself into a gaping chasm filled with fire, and so ended;
and the Silmaril that he bore was taken into the bosom of the Earth.
