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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
Iluvatar
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
umarth
,
his
right
name
is
Turin
son
of
Hurin
,
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
:
’
Turin
son
of
Hurin
loves
me
not
;
nor
will
.
’
Now
when
Turin
learnt
from
Finduilas
of
what
had
passed
,
he
was
wrathful
,
and
he
said
to
Gwindor
:
’
In
love
I
hold
you
for
rescue
and
safe
-
keeping
.
But
now
you
have
done
ill
to
me
,
friend
,
to
betray
my
right
name
,
and
call
my
doom
upon
me
,
from
which
I
would
lie
hid
.
’
But
Gwindor
answered
:
’
The
doom
lies
in
yourself
,
not
in
your
name
.
’
When
it
became
known
to
Orodreth
that
the
Mormegil
was
in
truth
the
son
of
Hurin
Thalion
he
gave
him
great
honour
,
and
Turin
became
mighty
among
the
people
of
Nargothrond
.
But
he
had
no
liking
for
their
manner
of
warfare
,
of
ambush
and
stealth
and
secret
arrow
,
and
he
yearned
for
brave
strokes
and
battle
in
the
open
;
and
his
counsels
weighed
with
the
King
ever
the
longer
the
more
.
In
those
days
the
Elves
of
Nargothrond
forsook
their
secrecy
and
went
openly
to
battle
,
and
great
store
of
weapons
were
made
;
and
by
the
counsel
of
Turin
the
Noldor
built
a
mighty
bridge
over
the
Narog
from
the
Doors
of
Felagund
,
for
the
swifter
passage
of
their
arms
.
Then
the
servants
of
Angband
were
driven
out
of
all
the
land
between
Narog
and
Sirion
eastward
,
and
westward
to
the
Nenning
and
the
desolate
Falas
;
and
though
Gwindor
spoke
ever
against
Turin
in
the
council
of
the
King
,
holding
it
an
ill
policy
,
he
fell
into
dishonour
and
none
heeded
him
,
for
his
strength
was
small
and
he
was
no
longer
forward
in
arms
.
Thus
Nargothrond
was
revealed
to
the
wrath
and
hatred
of
Morgoth
;
but
still
at
Turin
’
s
prayer
his
true
name
was
not
spoken
,
and
though
the
fame
of
his
deeds
came
into
Doriath
and
to
the
ears
of
Thingol
,
rumour
spoke
only
of
the
Black
Sword
of
Nargothrond
.
*
*
*
In
that
time
of
respite
and
hope
,
when
because
of
the
deeds
of
the
Mormegil
the
power
of
Morgoth
was
stemmed
west
of
Sirion
,
Morwen
fled
at
last
from
Dor
-
lomin
with
Nienor
her
daughter
,
and
adventured
the
long
journey
to
Thingol
’
s
halls
.
There
new
grief
awaited
her
,
for
she
found
Turin
gone
,
and
to
Doriath
there
had
come
no
tidings
since
the
Dragon
-
helm
had
vanished
from
the
lands
west
of
Sirion
;
but
Morwen
remained
in
Doriath
with
Nienor
as
guests
of
Thingol
and
Melian
,
and
were
treated
with
honour
.
Now
it
came
to
pass
,
when
four
hundred
and
ninety
-
five
years
had
passed
since
the
rising
of
the
Moon
,
in
the
spring
of
the
year
,
there
came
to
Nargothrond
two
Elves
,
named
Gelmir
and
Arminas
;
they
were
of
Angrod
’
s
people
,
but
since
the
Dagor
Bragollach
they
dwelt
in
the
south
with
Cirdan
the
Shipwright
.
From
their
far
journeys
they
brought
tidings
of
a
great
mustering
of
Orcs
and
evil
creatures
under
the
eaves
of
Ered
Wethrin
and
in
the
Pass
of
Sirion
;
and
they
told
also
that
Ulmo
had
come
to
Cirdan
,
giving
warning
that
great
peril
drew
nigh
to
Nargothrond
.
