begs leave of Thingol and Melian
looked on Túrin in wonder, seeing suddenly before him in the
place of his fosterling a Man and a stranger, tall, dark-haired, looking
at him with deep eyes in a white face. Then Túrin asked Thingol
for mail, sword, and shield, and he reclaimed now the Dragon-helm
of Dor-lómin; and the king granted him what he sought, saying:
'I will appoint you a place among my knights of the sword; for the
sword will ever be your weapon. With them you may make trial of war
upon the marches, if that is your desire."
on a sudden he heard cries, and from a hazel-thicket a young woman
ran out; her clothes were rent by thorns, and she was in great fear,
and stumbling she fell gasping to the ground. Then Túrin springing
towards the thicket with drawn sword hewed down a man that burst from
the hazels in pursuit; and he saw only in the very stroke that it
at the egging of Andróg they left Beleg tied to the tree without
food or water, and they sat near eating and drinking; but he said
no more to them. When two days and nights had passed in this way they
became angry and fearful, and were eager to be gone; and most were
now ready to slay the Elf. As night drew down they were all gathered
about him, and Ulrad brought a brand from the little fire that was
lit in the cave-mouth. But at that moment Túrin returned. Coming
silently, as was his custom, he stood in the shadows beyond the ring
of men, and he saw the haggard face of Beleg in the light of the brand."
the morning Beleg, being swiftly healed of his pains, after the manner
of the Elven-folk of old, spoke to Túrin apart. 'I looked for
more joy at my tidings,' he said. 'Surely you will return now to Doriath?'
And he begged Túrin to do so in all ways that he could; but
the more he urged it, the more Túrin hung back."
it was that Mîm came into the Tale of the Children of Húrin.
For he stumbled up on his knees before Túrin's feet and begged
for his life. 'I am old,' he said, 'and poor. Only a dwarf, as you
say, and not an Orc. Mîm is my name. Do not let them slay me,
lord, for no cause, as would the Orcs.'"
passed over the tumbled stones and began to climb; for Amon Rûdh
stood upon the eastern edge of the high moorlands that rose between
the vales of Sirion and Narog, and even above the stony heath at its
base its crown was reared up a thousand feet and more. Upon the eastern
side a broken land climbed slowly up to the high ridges among knots
of birch and rowan, and ancient thorn-trees rooted in rock."
moments of Beleg Cúthalion
Beleg and Gwindor cut the bonds that held him, and lifting him they
carried him out of the dell; yet they could bear him no further than
to a thicket of thorn-trees a little way above. There they laid him
down; and now the storm drew very near. Beleg drew his sword Anglachel,
and with it he cut the fetters that bound Túrin; but fate was
that day more strong, for the blade slipped as he cut the shackles,
and Túrin's foot was pricked."
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."
the warriors of Nargothrond went forth, and tall and terrible on that
day looked Túrin, and the heart of the host was upheld, as
he rode on the right hand of Orodreth."