Tiriel

And aged Tiriel stood before the gates of his beautiful palace, With Myratana, once the Queen of all the western plains; But now his eyes were darkened, and his wife fading in death. They stood before their once delightful palace; and thus the voice Of aged Tiriel arose, that his sons might hear in their gates.

“Accursed race of Tiriel! behold your father; Come forth and look on her that bore you. Come, you accursed sons. In my weak arms I here have borne your dying mother; Come forth, sons of the curse, come forth! see the death of Myratana.”