You will not wish to help me once you have heard of it; neither Noldor not Men do not trust those whom the Dark Lord took from their homes yet through luck and other means escaped. "By treason of kin against kin, and the fear of treason", and in the end there is nothing to return to if not all that befell is hidden away; moreso in a city that by the decree of its lord none may leave for fear of its location having been betrayed. [He speaks hotly now, leaning forward lightly, dark eyes flashing.] Tell me, Glorfindel; for I am at the mercy of your hands now, and my fate lies at your feet: Is it not so that no welcome has been given to such individuals, nor ever will?

My longing for kin and those whom I knew guided my feet back to Gondolin, and yet it was foolish, and I should not have listened to my heart that wished to not remain parted, though where else I should have guided my feet, I do not know, for there is no place for one as me, least they keep what has befallen close to their heart, for no mercy will those who were luckier show them.