Then Mablung was dismayed； but needs must tell to Túrin how Morwen was lost； and Nienor cast into a spell of
dumb forgetfulness； and how she escaped them upon the borders of Doriath and fled northwards。 Then at last Túrin
knew that doom had overtaken him； and that he had slain Brandir unjustly； so that the words of Glaurung were fulfilled
in him。 And he laughed as one fey； crying： 'This is a bitter jest indeed！' But he bade Mablung go； and return to Doriath；
with curses upon it。 'And a curse too upon your errand！' he cried。 'This only was wanting。 Now es the night。'
Then he fled from them like the wind； and they were amazed； wondering what madness had seized him； and they
followed after him。 But Túrin far out…ran them； and he came to Cabed…en…Aras； and heard the roaring of the water； and
saw that all the leaves fell sere from the trees； as though winter had e。 There he drew forth his sword； that now alone
remained to him of all his possessions； and he said： 'Hail Gurthang！ No lord or loyalty dost thou know； save the hand
that wieldeth thee。 From no blood wilt thou shrink。 Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar； wilt thou slay me swiftly？'
And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer： 'Yea； I will drink thy blood gladly； that so I may forget the blood
of Beleg my master； and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly。 I will slay thee swiftly。'
Then Túrin set the hilts upon the ground； and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang； and the black blade took
his life。 But Mablung and the Elves came and looked on the shape of Glaurung lying dead； and upon the body of Túrin；
and they grieved； and when Men of Brethil came thither； and they learned the reasons of Túrin's madness and death； they
were aghast； and Mablung said bitterly： 'I also have been meshed in the doom of the Children of Húrin； and thus with my
tidings have slain one that I loved。'
Then they lifted up Túrin； and found that Gurthang had broken asunder。 But Elves and Men gathered there great
store of wood； and they made a mighty burning； and the Dragon was consumed to ashes。 Túrin they laid in a high mound
where he had fallen； and the shards of Gurthang were laid beside him。 And when all was done； the Elves sang a lament
for the Children of Húrin； and a great grey stone was set upon the mound； and thereon was carven in runes of Doriath：
TúRIN TURAMBAR DAGNIR GLAURUNGA
and beneath they wrote also：
NIENOR N1NIEL
But she was not there； nor was it ever known whither the cold waters of Teiglin had taken her。
Chapter 22
Of the Ruin of Doriath
So ended the tale of Túrin Turambar； but Morgoth did not sleep nor rest from evil； and his dealings with the house of
Hador were not yet ended。 Against them his malice was unsated； though Húrin was under his eye； and Morwen
wandered distraught in the wild。
Unhappy was the lot of Húrin； for all that Morgoth knew of the working of his malice Húrin knew also； but lies
were mingled with the truth； and aught that was good was hidden or distorted。 In all ways Morgoth sought most to cast
an evil light on those things that Thingol and Melian had done； for he hated them； and feared them。 When therefore he
judged the time to be ripe； he released Húrin from his bondage； bidding him go whither he would； and he feigned that in
this he was moved by pity as for an enemy utterly defeated。 But he lied； for his purpose was that Húrin should still
further his hatred for Elves and Men； ere he died。
Then little though he trusted the words of Morgoth； knowing indeed that he was without pity； Húrin 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
Túrin 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 Húrin； 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 ing from Angband as one in league and honour with
Morgoth。
Thus his freedom did but increase the bitterness of Húrin'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 e 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
Húrin 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 Húrin 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 Manw？ 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 Húrin 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 Húrin
of Dor…lómin； and he opened his heart； and sent to the eagles to seek for Húrin； 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 Húrin 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 th