Celegorm stepped over him with a curse; this business of packing went no faster for the dog's ill-chosen place. "Will you not lie upon your rug?"
Huan gave a woof of disgust and resumed his watch.
From long habit, Celegorm looked to see if Laurelin had begun to wane - for this marked the dinner hour - but his own reflection glared at him from the window glass. In this bitter darkness, he could not tell the hours of mingling from fullness. He wondered if he would ever accustom himself to the dim light of the stars; even those who had awoken at Cuiviénen now wandered as if lost. In the ever-night, the Valaróma sounded in echo of those days, bringing comfort to the Elves. Huan's ears twitched toward the sound.
"Do you not think that I shall also miss Oromë on this greatest of all hunts? But the Valar will not aid us." By their own fault had all griefs come to pass, yet they cowered before Melkor, and looked coldly upon the Elves who dared otherwise. "They think only of the Trees, and care not that the thief remains at large." With a vicious tug, he loosed his bedroll from the linen chest. Turning around, he found a tail where the floor had been bare and only with the grace of his kind did Celegorm keep his balance and avoid Huan's injured protest. (1)
Huan looked at him guilelessly.
"That hound is a nuisance," Curufin observed, sticking his head in the doorway.
Celegorm threw himself into a chair and stared at Huan. "The hound, as you say, is determined not to go."
"Indeed?" Curufin looked at the dog curiously. "So is my wife, but she does not lie across the floor to hinder me."
"They have evidently both forgotten their places. It is the duty of a wife to follow her husband and the duty of a dog to follow his owner."
Huan only blinked at the pointed words.
"Perhaps you should leave him. Atar did tell us to travel light."
Huan turned a look of utter disdain upon Curufin.
"He learnt that from you," Celegorm said. Turning again to his hound, he clapped his hands. "Come, Huan! Great deeds await you across the sea! Soon, you will chase not rabbits but Orcs!"
Huan gave a great yawn.
"You have no choice, Huan. We took an oath."
To his amazement, the dog whimpered.
"Oh, for the sake of Eru!" Curufin turned to go. "Come to my chambers before we eat. Good luck with Huan."
Celegorm could not resist a parting shot. "Good luck with your son."
Curufin grimaced and was gone.
Celegorm studied his dog. "Huan." He winced at his own voice - was he was pleading with the creature? It was well that Curufin had left him, for he would not have heard the end of it. "I do not see how I can leave you here."
Huan scrabbled to his feet and came to his master. He wagged his tail and looked at Celegorm with hopeful eyes.
Now he understood - the dog did not want him to go. "But the choice has been made, my friend, and I must abide by it."
Huan gave a great sigh and sat on his haunches, head resting on Celegorm's lap.
Yet, it shall be the undoing of both of us. Not glory but death and dishonour await you, son of Fëanáro. (2)
Celegorm froze. "Fair shall the end be," his father had said. With a shaky laugh, he scratched behind Huan's ears. What could a dog know? (3)
(1) "They think only of the Trees, and care not that the thief remains at large."
Tolkien suggests that the allure of the Two Trees made the Valar complacent toward Morgoth and less concerned with the damage done to Middle-earth. (ref Morgoth's Ring, 'Myths Transformed' p 377 pub Houghton Mifflin)
(2) Yet, it shall be the undoing of both of us. Not glory but death and dishonour await you, son of Fëanáro.
I'm not implying that Huan actually spoke - since that would be quite out of canon - only that Celegorm understood him: ...but Celegorm went rather to the house of Oromë, and there he got great knowledge of birds and beasts, and all their tongues he knew. (The Silmarillion, 'Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië' p 62 pub Ballantine/Del Rey)
(3) 'Fair shall the end be... .'
(ref Ibid, 'Of the Flight of the Noldor' p 89)
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