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A change

Upon Doriath a heavy change had fallen. Melian sat long in silence beside Thingol the King, and her thought passed back into the starlit years and to their first meeting among the nightingales of Nan Emloth in ages past. (...) But now Thingol lay dead, and his spirit had passed to the halls of Mandos; and with his death a change came also upon Melian. (JRR Tolkien, Silmarillion)

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