When word reached my ear of the fall of Gondolin, the place where Lord Eöl was killed, I could not bear to hear the ill words spoken about Maeglin. They spoke of him siding with Morgoth in his attempt to destroy the marble city and take for his own his niece of his mother's side. Long had I presumed him to be perished together with Eöl and the white lady, yet hearing at how he had chosen to stay within the city and how he had turned his back to his own father was a dark thought that I brewed on for a long time. How could the son of Eöl so easily forsake his ancestry? How could he deny his father and choose the kinslayers over his own kin? His betrayal was twofold.
Maeglin may have been a traitor in Gondolin, but the Maeglin I knew ere he left Nan Elmoth was a bright young elf with as good a mentor as a father as one could hope for. It is that memory I wish to cherish. I would say Maeglin died with his father that day and I will not hear anything more of it.
