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’
Hear
the
words
of
the
Lord
of
Waters
!
’
said
they
to
the
King
.
’
Thus
he
spoke
to
Cirdan
the
Shipwright
:
’
The
Evil
of
the
North
has
defiled
the
springs
of
Sirion
,
and
my
power
withdraws
from
the
fingers
of
the
flowing
waters
.
But
a
worse
thing
is
yet
to
come
forth
.
Say
therefore
to
the
Lord
of
Nargothrond
:
Shut
the
doors
of
the
fortress
and
go
not
abroad
.
Cast
the
stones
of
your
pride
into
the
loud
river
,
that
the
creeping
evil
may
not
find
the
gate
.
"
’
Orodreth
was
troubled
by
the
dark
words
of
the
messengers
,
but
Turin
would
by
no
means
hearken
to
these
counsels
,
and
least
of
all
would
he
suffer
the
great
bridge
to
be
cast
down
;
for
he
was
become
proud
and
stern
,
and
would
order
all
things
as
he
wished
.
Soon
afterwards
Handir
Lord
of
Brethil
was
slain
,
for
the
Orcs
invaded
his
land
,
and
Handir
gave
them
battle
;
but
the
Men
of
Brethil
were
worsted
,
and
driven
back
into
their
woods
.
And
in
the
autumn
of
the
year
,
biding
his
hour
,
Morgoth
loosed
upon
the
people
of
Narog
the
great
host
that
he
had
long
prepared
;
and
Glaurung
the
Uruloki
passed
over
Anfauglith
,
and
came
thence
into
the
north
vales
of
Sirion
and
there
did
great
evil
.
Under
the
shadows
of
Ered
Wethrin
he
defiled
the
Eithel
Ivrin
,
and
thence
he
passed
into
the
realm
of
Nargothrond
,
and
burned
the
Talath
Dirnen
,
the
Guarded
Plain
,
between
Narog
and
Teiglin
.
Then
the
warriors
of
Nargothrond
went
forth
,
and
tall
and
terrible
on
that
day
looked
Turin
,
and
the
heart
of
the
host
was
upheld
,
as
he
rode
on
the
right
hand
of
Orodreth
.
But
greater
far
was
the
host
of
Morgoth
than
any
scouts
had
told
,
and
none
but
Turin
defended
by
his
dwarf
-
mask
could
withstand
the
approach
of
Glaurung
;
and
the
Elves
were
driven
back
and
pressed
by
the
Orcs
into
the
field
of
Tumhalad
,
between
Ginglith
and
Narog
,
and
there
they
were
penned
.
On
that
day
all
the
pride
and
host
of
Nargothrond
withered
away
;
and
Orodreth
was
slain
in
the
forefront
of
the
battle
,
and
Gwindor
son
of
Guilin
was
wounded
to
the
death
.
But
Turin
came
to
his
aid
,
and
all
fled
before
him
;
and
he
bore
Gwindor
out
of
the
rout
,
and
escaping
into
a
wood
there
laid
him
on
the
grass
.
Then
Gwindor
said
to
Turin
:
’
Let
bearing
pay
for
bearing
!
But
ill
-
fated
was
mine
,
and
vain
is
thine
;
for
my
body
is
marred
beyond
healing
,
and
I
must
leave
Middle
-
earth
.
And
though
I
love
thee
,
son
of
Hurin
,
yet
I
rue
the
day
that
I
took
thee
from
the
Orcs
.
But
for
thy
prowess
and
thy
pride
,
still
I
should
have
love
and
life
,
and
Nargothrond
should
yet
stand
a
while
.
’
Now
if
thou
love
me
,
leave
me
!
Haste
thee
to
Nargothrond
,
and
save
Finduilas
.
And
this
last
I
say
to
thee
:
she
alone
stands
between
thee
and
thy
doom
.
If
thou
fail
her
,
it
shall
not
fail
to
find
thee
.
Farewell
!
’
Then
Turin
sped
back
to
Nargothrond
,
mustering
such
of
the
rout
as
he
met
with
on
the
way
;
and
the
leaves
fell
from
the
trees
in
a
great
wind
as
they
went
,
for
the
autumn
was
passing
to
a
dire
winter
.
But
the
host
of
the
Orcs
and
Glaurung
the
Dragon
were
there
before
him
,
and
they
came
suddenly
,
ere
those
that
were
left
on
guard
were
aware
of
what
had
befallen
on
the
field
of
Tumhalad
.
In
that
day
the
bridge
over
Narog
proved
an
evil
;
for
it
was
great
and
mightily
made
and
could
not
swiftly
be
destroyed
,
and
the
enemy
came
readily
over
the
deep
river
,
and
Glaurung
came
in
full
fire
against
the
Doors
of
Felagund
,
and
overthrew
them
,
and
passed
within
.
And
even
as
Turin
came
up
the
dreadful
sack
of
Nargothrond
was
well
nigh
achieved
.
The
Orcs
had
slain
or
driven
off
all
that
remained
in
arms
,
and
were
even
then
ransacking
the
great
halls
and
chambers
,
plundering
and
destroying
;
but
those
of
the
women
and
maidens
that
were
not
burned
or
slain
they
had
herded
on
the
terraces
before
the
doors
,
as
slaves
to
be
taken
into
Morgoth
’
s
thraldom
.
Upon
this
ruin
and
woe
Turin
came
,
and
none
could
withstand
him
;
or
would
not
,
though
he
struck
down
all
before
him
,
and
passed
over
the
bridge
,
and
hewed
his
way
towards
the
captives
.
And
now
he
stood
alone
,
for
the
few
that
followed
him
had
fled
.
But
in
that
moment
Glaurung
issued
from
the
gaping
doors
,
and
lay
behind
,
between
Turin
and
the
bridge
.
Then
suddenly
he
spoke
,
by
the
evil
spirit
that
was
in
him
,
saying
:
’
Hail
,
son
of
Hurin
.
Well
met
!
’
