When men had almost forgotten the seeking of the Middle, the earth
trembled anew, and the shells sounded warning. Murmuring sore when the
Twain Beloved came and called them again, yet carrying whatsoever they
could with them (more preciously than all things else save their little
ones, the seed of corn!), they and the people they had dwelt with
journeyed on, seeking safety. For now, their kin were mingled; thus,
their children were one people. Wheresoever they rested, they builded
them great houses of stone, all together, as may still be seen. And in
the plains ever they built them bowers for the watching of the renewal
and growth of the seeds of the corn. Therefore, they never hungered
whether journeying anon or sitting still.