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Then
little
though
he
trusted
the
words
of
Morgoth
,
knowing
indeed
that
he
was
without
pity
,
Hurin
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
Turin
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
Hurin
,
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
coming
from
Angband
as
one
in
league
and
honour
with
Morgoth
.
Thus
his
freedom
did
but
increase
the
bitterness
of
Hurin
’
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
come
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
Hurin
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
Hurin
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
Manwe
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
Hurin
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
Hurin
of
Dor
-
lomin
;
and
he
opened
his
heart
,
and
sent
to
the
eagles
to
seek
for
Hurin
,
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
Hurin
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
Hurin
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
come
within
sight
of
the
land
behind
the
Encircling
Mountains
.
This
was
the
first
evil
that
the
freedom
of
Hurin
achieved
.
As
darkness
fell
Hurin
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
.
