512. Sons of Feanor learn of the uprising of the New Havens, and that the Silmaril is there, but

Maidros forswears his oath.

…527. Torment fell upon Maidros and his brethren (Maglor, Damrod and Diriel) because of

their unfulfilled oath.

[Oath-14] “Quenta Silmarillion” (published by Christopher Tolkien), ch. 24

And when this new star was seen at evening, Maedhros spoke to Maglor his brother, and he

said: “Surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?”

And Maglor answered: “If it be truly the Silmaril which we saw cast into the sea that rises again

by the power of the Valar, then let us be glad; for its glory is seen now by many, and is yet secure

from all evil.”

[Oath-20] “Quenta Silmarillion” (published by Christopher Tolkien), ch. 24

Yet Maglor still held back, saying: “If Manwe and Varda themselves deny the fulfilment of an

oath to which we named them in witness, is it not made void?”

And Maedhros answered: “But how shall our voices reach to Iluvatar beyond the Circles of the

World? And by Iluvatar we swore in our madness, and called the Everlasting Darkness upon us, if we

kept not our word. Who shall release us?”

“If none can release us,” said Maglor, “then indeed the Everlasting Darkness shall be our lot,

whether we keep our oath or break it; but less evil shall we do in the breaking.”

[Oath-30] Соколова Н.А., Афанасьева Л.П. (Две Змеи), Лебедева Е.Ю. (Кеменкири), ≪Клятва

феанорингов: история и смысл мотива≫

...В целом, рассматривая весь комплекс текстов, мы можем говорить о том, что данный

сюжет изменяется достаточно мало (скорее –уточняется и развивается).

[Oath-32] Соколова Н.А., Афанасьева Л.П. (Две Змеи), Лебедева Е.Ю. (Кеменкири), ≪Клятва

феанорингов: история и смысл мотива≫

Несмотря на широко распространённое убеждение, целью клятвы не является также

получение сильмариллов. Цель Клятвы –≪ преследовать всякого , кто…≫ посягнёт на камни.

[Oath-40] HoME-I, “Gilfanon's Tale: The Travail of the Noldoli and the Coming of Mankind”

Maidros, guided by Ilkorins, led a host into the hills to search for the dwellings of Melko, but

they were driven back with slaughter from the doors of Angamandi; and Maidros himself was taken

alive, tortured –because he would not reveal the secret arts of the Noldoli in the making of jewels – and sent back to the Gnomes maimed. Then the Seven Sons of Feanor swore an oath of enmity for

ever against any that should hold the Silmarils.

[Oath-42] HoME-I, “Gilfanon's Tale: The Travail of the Noldoli and the Coming of Mankind”

The Seven Sons of Feanor swore their terrible oath of hatred for ever against all, Gods or

Elves or Men, who should hold the Silmarils.

[Oath-45] HoME-II, “The Nauglafring”

Now Maidros, whom Melko maimed, was their leader; and he called to his brethren Maglor and

Dinithel, and to Damrod, and to Celegorm, to Cranthor and to Curufin the Crafty, and he said to them

how it was now known to him that a Silmaril of those their father Feanor had made was now the pride

and glory of Dior of the southern vales, “and Elwing his daughter bears it whitherso she goes –but do

you not forget,” said he, “that we swore to have no peace with Melko nor any of his folk, nor with any

other of Earth-dwellers that held the Silmarils of Feanor from us. For what,” said Maidros, “do we

suffer exile and wandering and rule over a scant and forgotten folk, if others gather to their hoard the

heirlooms that are ours?”

[Oath-47] HoME-II, “The Nauglafring”

Then went Curufin unto his brethren, and because of their unbreakable oath and of their

[? thirst] for that Silmaril (nor indeed was the spell of Mim and of the dragon wanting) they planned

war upon Dior...

[Oath-49] HoME-III, “The Lay of the Children of Hurin”

Then a song on a sudden soaring loudly – and the trees up-looming towering harkened – was raised of the Wrack of the Realm of the Gods;

of the need of the Gnomes on the Narrow Crossing;

of the fight at Fangros, and Feanor's sons'

oath unbreakable. Then up sprang Beleg:

“That our vaunt and our vows be not vain for ever,

even such as they swore, those seven chieftains,

an oath let us swear that is unchanging

as Tain-Gwethil's towering mountain!”

Their blades were bared, as blood shining