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When
all
in
the
camp
were
sleeping
Beleg
took
his
bow
,
and
in
the
darkness
shot
the
wolf
-
sentinels
,
one
by
one
and
silently
.
Then
in
great
peril
they
entered
in
,
and
they
found
Turin
fettered
hand
and
foot
and
tied
to
a
withered
tree
;
and
all
about
him
knives
that
had
been
cast
at
him
were
embedded
in
the
trunk
,
and
he
was
senseless
in
a
sleep
of
great
weariness
.
But
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
Turin
;
but
fate
was
that
day
more
strong
,
for
the
blade
slipped
as
he
cut
the
shackles
,
and
Turin
’
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
come
again
to
torment
him
;
and
grappling
with
him
in
the
darkness
he
seized
Anglachel
,
and
slew
Beleg
Cuthalion
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
Turin
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
Turin
,
warning
him
of
their
utmost
peril
,
he
made
no
answer
,
but
sat
unmoving
and
unweeping
in
the
tempest
beside
the
body
of
Beleg
Cuthalion
.
When
morning
came
the
storm
was
passed
away
eastward
over
Lothlann
,
and
the
sun
of
autumn
rose
hot
and
bright
;
but
believing
that
Turin
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
Hurin
,
who
sat
crazed
and
unwitting
on
the
slopes
of
Taur
-
nu
-
Fuin
,
bearing
a
burden
heavier
than
their
bonds
.
Then
Gwindor
roused
Turin
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
Turin
and
never
faded
.
But
courage
and
strength
were
renewed
in
the
Elf
of
Nargothrond
,
and
departing
from
Taur
-
nu
-
Fuin
he
led
Turin
far
away
.
Never
once
as
they
wandered
together
on
long
and
grievous
paths
did
Turin
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
Turin
,
saying
:
’
Awake
,
Turin
son
of
Hurin
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
Turin
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
Cu
Beleg
,
the
Song
of
the
Great
Bow
,
singing
it
aloud
heedless
of
peril
.
And
Gwindor
gave
the
sword
Anglachel
into
his
hands
,
and
Turin
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
comforted
;
for
I
return
to
Nargothrond
of
the
house
of
Finarfin
,
and
you
shall
come
with
me
,
and
be
healed
and
renewed
.
’
