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store of wood； and they made a mighty burning； and the Dragon was consumed to ashes。 Túrin they laid in a high mound
where he had fallen； and the shards of Gurthang were laid beside him。 And when all was done； the Elves sang a lament
for the Children of Húrin； and a great grey stone was set upon the mound； and thereon was carven in runes of Doriath：
TúRIN TURAMBAR DAGNIR GLAURUNGA
and beneath they wrote also：
NIENOR N1NIEL
But she was not there； nor was it ever known whither the cold waters of Teiglin had taken her。
Chapter 22
Of the Ruin of Doriath
So ended the tale of Túrin Turambar； but Morgoth did not sleep nor rest from evil； and his dealings with the house of
Hador were not yet ended。 Against them his malice was unsated； though Húrin was under his eye； and Morwen
wandered distraught in the wild。
Unhappy was the lot of Húrin； for all that Morgoth knew of the working of his malice Húrin knew also； but lies
were mingled with the truth； and aught that was good was hidden or distorted。 In all ways Morgoth sought most to cast
an evil light on those things that Thingol and Melian had done； for he hated them； and feared them。 When therefore he
judged the time to be ripe； he released Húrin from his bondage； bidding him go whither he would； and he feigned that in
this he was moved by pity as for an enemy utterly defeated。 But he lied； for his purpose was that Húrin should still
further his hatred for Elves and Men； ere he died。
Then little though he trusted the words of Morgoth； knowing indeed that he was without pity； Húrin took his
freedom； and went forth in grief； embittered by the words of the Dark Lord； and a year was now gone since the death of
Túrin his son。 For twenty…eight years he had been captive in Angband； and he was grown grim to look upon。 His hair and
beard were white and long； but he walked unbowed； bearing a great black staff； and he was girt with a sword。 Thus he
passed into Hithlum； and tidings came to the chieftains of the Easterlings that there was a great riding of captains and
black soldiers of Angband over the sands of Anfauglith； and with them came an old man； as one that was held in high
honour。 Therefore they did not lay hands on Húrin； but let him walk at will in those lands； in which they were wise； for
the remnant of his own people shunned him； because of his ing from Angband as one in league and honour with
Morgoth。
Thus his freedom did but increase the bitterness of Húrin's heart； and he departed from the land of Hithlum and
went up into the mountains。 Thence he descried far off。 amid the clouds the peaks of the Crissaegrim； and he
remembered Turgon； and he desired to e again to the hidden realm of Gondolin。 He went down therefore from Ered
Wethrin； and he knew not that the creatures of Morgoth watched all his steps； and crossing over the Brithiach he passed
into Dimbar； and came to the dark feet of the Echoriath。 All the land was cold and desolate； and he looked about him
with little hope； standing at the foot of a great fall of stones beneath a sheer rock…wall； and he knew not that this was all
that was now left to see of the old Way of Escape： the Dry River was blocked； and the arched gate was buried。 Then
Húrin looked up to the grey sky； thinking that he might once more descry the eagles； as he had done long ago in his
youth； but he saw only the shadows blown from the east； and clouds swirling about the inaccessible peaks； and he heard
only the wind hissing over the stones。
But the watch of the great eagles was now redoubled； and they marked Húrin well； far below； forlorn in the
fading light； and straightway Thorondor himself； since the tidings seemed great； brought word to Turgon。 But Turgon
said： 'Does Morgoth sleep？ You were mistaken。'
'Not so；' said Thorondor。 'If the Eagles of Manw？ were wont to err thus； then long ago； lord； your hiding would
have been in vain。'
'Then your words bode ill；' said Turgon； 'for they can bear but one meaning。 Even Húrin Thalion has surrendered
to the will of Morgoth。 My heart is shut。'
But when Thorondor was gone； Turgon sat long in thought； and he was troubled； remembering the deeds of Húrin
of Dor…lómin； and he opened his heart； and sent to the eagles to seek for Húrin； and to bring him if they might to
Gondolin。 But it was too late； and they never saw him again in light or in shadow。
For Húrin stood in despair before the silent cliffs of the Echoriath； and the westering sun； piercing the clouds；
stained his white hair with red。 Then he cried aloud in the wilderness； heedless of any ears； and he cursed the pitiless
land； and standing at last upon a high rock he looked towards Gondolin and called in a great voice： 'Turgon； Turgon；
remember the Fen of Serech！ O Turgon； will you not hear in your hidden halls？' But there was no sound save the wind in
the dry grasses。 'Even so they hissed in Serech at the sunset；' he said； and as he spoke the sun went behind the Mountains
of Shadow； and a darkness fell about him； and the wind ceased； and there was silence in the waste。
Yet there were ears that heard the words that Húrin spoke； and report of all came soon to the Dark Throne in the
north； and Morgoth smiled； for he knew now clearly in what region Turgon dwelt； though because of the eagles no spy
of his could yet e within sight of the land behind the Encircling Mountains。 This was the first evil that the freedom
of Húrin achieved。
As darkness fell Húrin stumbled from the rock； and fell into a heavy sleep of grief。 But in his sleep he heard the
voice of Morwen lamenting； and often she spoke his name； and it seemed to him that her voice came out of Brethil。
Therefore when he awoke with the ing of day he arose； and went back to the Brithiach； and passing along the eaves
of Brethil he came at a time of night to the Crossings of Teiglin。 The night…sentinels saw him； but they were filled with
dread； for they thought that they saw a ghost out of some ancient battle…mound that walked with darkness about it； and
therefore Húrin was not stayed； and he came at last to the place of the burning of Glaurung； and saw the tall stone
standing near the brink of Cabed Naeramarth。
But Húrin did not look at the stone； for he knew what was written there； and his eyes had seen that he was not
alone。 Sitting in the shadow of the stone there was a woman； bent over her knees； and as Húrin stood there silent she cast
back her tattered hood and lifted her face。 Grey she was and old； but suddenly her eyes looked into his； and he knew her；
for though they were wild and full of fear； that light still gleamed in them that long ago had earned for her the name
Eledhwen； proudest and most beautiful of mortal women in the days of old。
'You e at last；' she said。 'I have waited too long。'
'It was a dark road。 I have e as I could；' he answered。
'But you are too late；' said Morwen。 'They are lost。'
'I know it；' he said。 'But you are not。'
But Morwen said： 'Almost。 I am spent I shall go with the sun。 Now little time is left： if you know； tell me！ How
did she find him？'
But Húrin did not answer； and they sat beside the stone； and did not speak again； and when the sun went down
Morwen sighed and clasped his hand； and was still； and Húrin knew that she had died。 He looked down at her in the
twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away。 'She was not conquered；' he
said； and he closed her eyes； and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down。 The waters of Cabed Naeramarth
roared on； but he heard no sound； and he saw nothing； and felt nothing； for his heart was stone within him。 But there
came a chill wind that drove sharp rain into his face； and he was roused； and anger rose in him like smoke； mastering
reason； so that all his desire was to seek vengeance for his wrongs and for the wrongs of his kin； accusing in his anguish
all those who ever had dealings with them。 Then he rose up； and he made a grave for Morwen above Cabed Naeramarth
on the west side of the stone； and upon it he cut these words： Here lies also Morwen Eledhwen。
It is told that a seer and harp…player of Brethil named Glirhuin made a song； saying that the Stone of the Hapless
should not be defiled by Morgoth nor ever thrown down； not though the sea should drown all the land； as after indeed
befell； and still Tol Morwen stands alone in the water beyond the new coasts that were made in the days of the wrath of
the Valar。 But Húrin does not lie there； for his doom drove him on； and the Shadow still followed him。
Now Húrin crossed over Teiglin and passed southwards down the ancient road that led to Nargothrond； and he
saw far off to the eastward the lonely height of Amon R？dh； and knew what had befallen there。 At length he came to the
banks of Narog； and ventured the passage of the wild river upon the fallen stones of the bridge； as Mablung of Doriath
had ventured it before him； and he stood before the broken Doors of Felagund； leaning upon his staff。
Here it must be told that after the departure of Glaurung M？m the Petty…Dwarf had found his way to Nargothrond；
and crept within the ruined halls； and he took possession of them； and sat there fingering the gold and the gems； letting
them run ever through his hands； for none came nigh to despoil him； from dread of the spirit of Glaurung and his very
memory。 But now one had e； and stood upon the threshold； and M？m came forth； and demanded to know his
purpose。 But Húrin said： 'Who are you； that would hinder me from entering the house of Finrod Felagund？'
Then the Dwarf answered： 'I am M？m； and before the proud ones came from over the Sea； Dwarves delved the
halls of Nulukkizd？n。 I have but returned to take what is mine； for I am the last of my people。'
'Then you shall enjoy your inheritance no longer；' said Húrin； 'for I am Húrin son of Galdor； returned out of
Angband； and my son was Túrin Turambar； whom you have not forgotten； and he it was that slew Glaurung the Dragon；
who wasted these halls where now you sit； and not unknown is it to me by whom the Dragon…helm of Dor…lómin was
betrayed。'
Then M？m in great fear besought Húrin to take what he would； but to spare his life； but Húrin gave no heed to his
prayer； and slew him there before the doors of Nargothrond。 Then he entered in； and stayed a while in that dreadful
place； where the treasures of Valinor lay strewn upon the floors in darkness and decay； but it is told that when Húrin
came forth from the wreck of Nargothrond and stood again beneath the sky he bore with him out of all that great hoard
but one thing only。
Now Húrin journeyed eastward； and he came to the Meres of Twilight above the Falls of Sirion； and there he was
taken by the Elves that guarded the western marches of Doriath； and brought before King Thingol in the Thousand
Caves。 Then Thingol was filled with wonder and grief when he looked on him； and knew that grim and aged man for
Húrin Thalion； the captive of Morgoth； but he greeted him fairly and showed him honour。 Húrin made no answer to the
King； but drew forth from beneath his cloak that one thing which he had taken with him out of Nargothrond； and that
was no lesser treasure than the Nauglamír； the Necklace of the Dwarves； that was made for Finrod Felagund long years
before by the craftsmen of Nogrod and Belegost； most famed of all their works in the Elder Days； and prized by Finrod
while he lived above all the treasures of Nargothrond。 And Húrin cast it at the feet of Thingol with wild and bitter words。
'Receive thou thy fee；' he cried； 'for thy fair keeping of my children and my wife！ For this is the Nauglamír； whose
name is known to many among Elves and Men； and I bring it to thee out of the darkness of Nargothrond； where Finrod
thy kinsman left it behind him when he set forth with Beren son of Barahir to fulfil the errand of Thingol of Doriath！'
Then Thingol looked upon the great treasure； and knew it for the Nauglamír； and well did he understand Húrin's
intent； but being filled with pity he restrained his wrath； and endured Húrin's scorn。 And at the last Melian spoke； and
said： 'Húrin Thalion； Morgoth hath bewitched thee； for he that seeth through Morgoth's eyes； willing or unwilling； seeth
all things crooked。 Long was Túrin thy son fostered in the halls of Menegroth； and shown love and honour as the son of
the King； and it was not by the King's will nor by mine that he came never back to Doriath。 And afterwards thy wife and
thy daughter were harboured here with honour and goodwill； and we sought by all means that we might to dissuade
Morwen from the road to Nargothrond。 With the voice of Morgoth thou dost now upbraid thy friends。'
And hearing the words of Melian Húrin stood moveless； and he gazed long into the eyes of the Queen； and there
in Menegroth； defended still by the Girdle of Melian from the darkness of the Enemy； he read the truth of all that was
done； and tasted at last the fullness of woe that was measured for him by Morgoth Bauglir。 And he spoke no more of
what was past； but