They sought long for [Aredhel] in vain, fearing that she had been ensnared, or had drunk from the poisoned streams of that land; but the fell creatures of Ungoliant that dwelt in the ravines were aroused and pursued them, and they hardly escaped with their lives. When at last they returned and their tale was told there was great sorrow in Gondolin; and Turgon sat long alone, enduring grief and anger in silence. ~ The Silmarillion, Chapter 16 (Aredhel in Nan Dungortheb by Murrauddin, deviantART)













