Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
Sheisfedfromcrystalfountainsunfailing,andguardedfromdefilementbyUlmo,LordofWaters,whowroughtherbeautyinancientdays.’ThenTurinkneltanddrankfromthatwater;andsuddenlyhecasthimselfdown,andhistearswereunloosedatlast,andhewashealedofhismadness.
TherehemadeasongforBeleg,andhenameditLaerCuBeleg,theSongoftheGreatBow,singingitaloudheedlessofperil.AndGwindorgavetheswordAnglachelintohishands,andTurinknewthatitwasheavyandstrongandhadgreatpower;butitsbladewasblackanddullanditsedgesblunt.ThenGwindorsaid:’Thisisastrangeblade,andunlikeanythatIhaveseeninMiddle-earth.ItmournsforBelegevenasyoudo.Butbecomforted;forIreturntoNargothrondofthehouseofFinarfin,andyoushallcomewithme,andbehealedandrenewed.’
’Whoareyou?’saidTurin.’AwanderingElf,athrallescaped,whomBelegmetandcomforted,’saidGwindor.’YetonceIwasGwindorsonofGuilin,alordofNargothrond,untilIwenttotheNirnaethArnoediad,andwasenslavedinAngband.’
’ThenhaveyouseenHurinsonofGaldor,thewarriorofDor-lomin?’saidTurin.
’Ihavenotseenhim,’saidGwindor.’ButrumourofhimrunsthroughAngbandthathestilldefiesMorgoth;andMorgothhaslaidacurseuponturnandallhiskin.’
’ThatIdobelieve,’saidTurin.
Andnowtheyarose,anddepartingfromEithelIvrintheyjourneyedsouthwardalongthebanksofNarog,untiltheyweretakenbyscoutsoftheElvesandbroughtasprisonerstothehiddenstronghold.
