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day more strong； for the blade slipped as he cut the shackles； and Túrin's foot was pricked。 Then he was aroused into a
sudden wakefulness of rage and fear； and seeing one bending over him with naked blade he leapt up with a great cry；
believing that Orcs were e again to torment him； and grappling with him in the darkness he seized Anglachel； and
slew Beleg Cúthalion thinking him a foe。
But as he stood； finding himself free； and ready to sell his life dearly against imagined foes； there came a great
flash of lightning above them； and in its light he looked down on Beleg's face。 Then Túrin stood stone…still and silent；
staring on that dreadful death； knowing what he had done； and so terrible was his face； lit by the lightning that flickered
all about them； that Gwindor cowered down upon the ground and dared not raise his eyes。'
But now in the dell beneath the Orcs were aroused； and all the camp was in a tumult； for they feared the thunder
that came out of the west； believing that it was sent against them by the great Enemies beyond the Sea。 Then a wind
arose； and great rains fell； and torrents swept down from the heights of Taur…nu…Fuin； and though Gwindor cried out to
Túrin； warning him of their utmost peril； he made no answer； but sat unmoving and unweeping in the tempest beside the
body of Beleg Cúthalion。
When morning came the storm was passed away eastward over Lothlann； and the sun of autumn rose hot and
bright； but believing that Túrin would have fled far away from that place and all trace of his flight be washed away； the
Orcs departed in haste without longer search； and far off Gwindor saw them marching away over the steaming sands of
Anfauglith。 Thus it came to pass that they returned to Morgoth empty…handed； and left behind them the son of Húrin；
who sat crazed and unwitting on the slopes of Taur…nu…Fuin； bearing a burden heavier than their bonds。
Then Gwindor roused Túrin to aid him in the burial of Beleg； and he rose as one that walked in sleep； and
together they laid Beleg in a shallow grave； and placed beside him Belthronding his great bow； that was made of black
yew…wood。 But the dread sword Anglachel Gwindor took； saying that it were better that it should take vengeance on the
servants of Morgoth than lie useless in the earth； and he took also the lembas of Melian to strengthen them in the wild。
Thus ended Beleg Strongbow； truest of friends； greatest in skill of all that harboured in the woods of Beleriand in
the Elder Days； at the hand of him whom he most loved； and that grief was graven on the face of Túrin and never faded。
But courage and strength were renewed in the Elf of Nargothrond； and departing from Taur…nu…Fuin he led Túrin far
away。 Never once as they wandered together on long and grievous paths did Túrin speak； and he walked as one without
wish or purpose； while the year waned and winter drew on over the northern lands。 But Gwindor was ever beside him to
guard him and guide him； and thus they passed westward over Sirion and came at length to Eithel Ivrin； the springs
whence Narog rose beneath the Mountains of Shadow。 There Gwindor spoke to Túrin； saying： 'Awake； Túrin son of
Húrin Thalion！ On Ivrin's lake is endless laughter。 She is fed from crystal fountains unfailing； and guarded from
defilement by Ulmo； Lord of Waters； who wrought her beauty in ancient days。' Then Túrin knelt and drank from that
water； and suddenly he cast himself down； and his tears were unloosed at last； and he was healed of his madness。
There he made a song for Beleg； and he named it Laer Cú Beleg； the Song of the Great Bow； singing it aloud
heedless of peril。 And Gwindor gave the sword Anglachel into his hands； and Túrin knew that it was heavy and strong
and had great power； but its blade was black and dull and its edges blunt。 Then Gwindor said： 'This is a strange blade；
and unlike any that I have seen in Middle…earth。 It mourns for Beleg even as you do。 But be forted； for I return to
Nargothrond of the house of Finarfin； and you shall e with me； and be healed and renewed。'
'Who are you？' said Túrin。
'A wandering Elf； a thrall escaped； whom Beleg met and forted；' said Gwindor。 'Yet once I was Gwindor son
of Guilin； a lord of Nargothrond； until I went to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad； and was enslaved in Angband。'
'Then have you seen Húrin son of Galdor； the warrior of Dor…lómin？' said Túrin。
'I have not seen him；' said Gwindor。 'But rumour of him runs through Angband that he still defies Morgoth； and
Morgoth has laid a curse upon turn and all his kin。'
'That I do believe；' said Túrin。
And now they arose； and departing from Eithel Ivrin they journeyed southward along the banks of Narog； until
they were taken by scouts of the Elves and brought as prisoners to the hidden stronghold。 Thus did Túrin e to
Nargothrond。
At first his own people did not know Gwindor； who went out young and strong； and returned now seeming as one
of the aged among mortal Men； because of his torments and his labours； but Finduilas daughter of Orodreth the King
knew him and weled him； for she had loved him before the Nirnaeth； and so greatly did Gwindor love her beauty
that he named her Faelivrin； which is the gleam of the sun on the pools of Ivrin。 For Gwindor's sake Túrin was admitted
with him into Nargothrond； and he dwelt there in honour。 But when Gwindor would tell his name； Túrin checked him；
saying： 'I am Agarwaen the son of úmarth （which is the Bloodstained； son of Ill…fate）； a hunter in the woods'； and the
Elves of Nargothrond questioned him no more。
In the time that followed Túrin grew high in favour with Orodreth； and well…nigh all hearts were turned to him in
Nargothrond。 For he was young； and only now reached his full manhood； and he was in truth the son of Morwen
Eledhwen to look upon： dark…haired and pale…skinned； with grey eyes； and his face more beautiful than any other among
mortal Men； in the Elder Days。 His speech and bearing were that of the ancient kingdom of Doriath； and even among the
Elves he might be taken for one from the great houses of the Noldor； therefore many called him Adanedhel； the Elf…Man。
The sword Anglachel was forged anew for him by cunning smiths of Nargothrond； and though ever black its edges shone
with pale fire； and he named it Gurthang； Iron of Death。 So great was his prowess and skill in warfare on the confines of
the Guarded Plain that he himself became known as Mormegil； the Black Sword； and the Elves said： 'The Mormegil
cannot be slain； save by mischance； or an evil arrow from afar。' Therefore they gave him dwarf…mail； to guard him； and
in a grim mood he found also in the armouries a dwarf…mask all gilded； and he put it on before battle； and his enemies
fled before his face。
Then the heart of Finduilas was turned from Gwindor and against her will her love was given to Túrin； but Túrin
did not perceive what had befallen。 And being torn in heart Finduilas became sorrowful； and she grew wan and silent。
But Gwindor sat in dark thought； and on a time he spoke to Finduilas； saying： 'Daughter of the house of Finarfin； let no
grief lie between us； for though Morgoth has laid my life in ruin； you still I love。 Go whither love leads you； yet beware！
It is not fitting that the Elder Children of Ilúvatar should wed with the Younger； nor is it wise； for they are brief； and
soon pass； to leave us in widowhood while the world lasts。 Neither will fate suffer it； unless it be once or twice only； for
some high cause of doom that we do not perceive。 But this Man is not Beren。 A doom indeed lies on him； as seeing eyes
may well read in him； but a dark doom。 Enter not into it！ And if you will； your love shall betray you to bitterness and
death。 For hearken to me！ Though he be indeed agarwaen son of úmarth； his right name is Túrin son of Húrin； whom
Morgoth holds in Angband； and whose kin he has cursed。 Doubt not the power of Morgoth Bauglir！ Is it not written in
me？'
Then Finduilas sat long in thought； but at the last she said only： 'Túrin son of Húrin loves me not； nor will。'
Now when Túrin lea