[HerenIstarion]

For Hurin 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?’

And the new one will be:

For you remain my king, and theirs, whatever betide