[Findegil]

Posted by Aiwendil

In the Finduilas/Gwindor/Turin section there seems to be a lot of redundancy between the prose and verse passages. The information in lines 2173-2212 of the lay, is partially repeated in the prose paragraph from the Narn that follows (NA-EX-53); and the prose paragraphs that follow are then partially repeated in the lay extract 2213-2260. I’m not entirely sure what to do about this, though.

I can see your point. But I don't think that they are completly redundant. The only part that seemed superficialy to me is this statement:

NA-TI-27 <Sil77 Then the heart of Finduilas was turned from Gwindor and against her will her love was given to Túrin; but Túrin did not perceive what had befallen. And being torn in heart Finduilas became sorrowful; and she grew wan and silent. ...

I think we should change that to

NA-TI-27 <Sil77 {Then the heart of Finduilas was turned from Gwindor and against her will her love was given to Túrin; but}And Túrin did not perceive what had befallen. And being torn in heart Finduilas became sorrowful; and she grew wan and silent.

Porberbly for the rest of the material a rearangement would be helpfull:

NA-TI-25 <Sil77 {For Gwindor’s} NA-EX-48.2 <CoH Thus Gwindor came home, and for his> sake Túrin was admitted with him into Nargothrond{, and he dwelt there in honour}<CoH for Gwindor said that he was a valiant man, dear friend of Beleg Cúthalion of Doriath.>. But when Gwindor would tell his name, Túrin checked him, saying: 'I am Agarwaen the son of Úmarth (which is the Bloodstained, son of Ill-fate), a hunter in the woods.'{; and the Elves of Nargothrond} <CoH But though the Elves guessed that he took these names because of the slaying of his friend (not knowing other reasons), they> questioned him no more.> NA-EX-50b <Ap Narn And Túrin would not wear the Helm of Hador again {"}lest it reveal him{"}.> NA-EX-49 <Lay
In those halls in the hills __ at that homecoming
mirth was mingled __ with melting tears {2000}
for the unyielding years __ whose yoke of pain
the form and face __ of NA-RG-80 {Fuilin's son }[the faithful Elf]
had changed and burdened, __ chilled the laughter 5
that leapt once lightly __ to his lips and eyes.
Now in kindly love __ was care lessened, {2005}
with song assuaged __ sadness of hearts;
the lights were lit __ and lamps kindled
o'er the burdened board; __ there bade they feast 10
Túrin Thalion __ with his true comrade
at the long tables' __ laden plenty, {2010}
where dish and goblet __ on the dark-gleaming
wood well-waxéd, __ where the wine-flagons
engraven glistened __ gold and silver. 15
Then NA-RG-81 {Fuilin}[the father] __ filled with flowing mead,
dear-hoarded drink __ dark and potent {2015}
a carven cup __ with curious brim,
by ancient art __ of olden smiths
fairly fashioned, __ filled with marvels; 20
there gleamed and lived __ in grey silver
the folk of NA-RG-82 {Faërie}[the Elves] __ in the first noontide {2020}
of the Blissful Realms; __ with their brows wreathed
in garlands golden __ with their gleaming hair
in the wind flying __ and their wayward feet 25
fitful flickering, __ on unfading lawns
the ancient Elves __ there everlasting {2025}
danced undying __ in the deep {pasture}past;
NA-RG-83 {of the gardens of the Gods; __ there Glingol shone
and Bansil bloomed __ with beams shimmering,
mothwhite moonlight __ from its misty flowers;}
the hilltops of NA-RG-86 {Tun}[Túna] __ there high and green {2030}
were crowned by NA-RG-87 {Côr}[Tirion], __ climbing, winding, 30
town white-walled __ where the tower of {Ing}[Ingwë]
with pale pinnacle __ pierced the twilight,
and its crystal lamp __ illumined clear
with slender shaft __ the Shadowy Seas. {2035}
Through wrack and ruin, __ the wrath of the NA-RG-88 {Gods}[Valar], 35
through weary wandering, __ waste and exile,
had come that cup, __ carved in gladness,
in woe hoarded, __ in waning hope
when little was left __ of the lore of old. {2040}
Now NA-RG-89 {Fuilin}[Guilin] at feast __ filled it seldom 40
save in pledge of love __ to proven friend;
blithely bade he __ of that beaker drink
for the sake of his son __ that sate nigh him
Túrin Thalion __ in token sure {2045}
of a league of love __ long enduring. 45
'NA-SL-18 {O Húrin's child __ chief of Hithlum,}[O Child of Man __ whom chance led hither,]
with mourning marred, __ may the mead of the Elves
thy heart uplift __ with hope lightened;
nor fare thou from us __ the feast ended, {2050}
here deign to dwell; __ if this deep mansion 50
thus dark-dolven __ dimly vaulted
displease thee not, __ a place awaits thee.'
There deeply drank __ a draught of sweetness
Túrin Thalion __ and returned his thanks {2055}
in eager earnest, __ while all the folk 55
with loud laughter __ and long feasting,
with mournful lay __ or music wild
of magic minstrels __ that mighty songs
did weave with wonder, __ there wooed their hearts {2060}
from black foreboding; __ there bed's repose 60
their guest was granted, __ when in gloom silent
the light and laughter __ and the living voices
were quenched in slumber. __ Now cold and slim
the sickle of the Moon __ was silver tilted {2065}
o'er the wan waters __ that washed unsleeping, 65
nightshadowed Narog, __ the NA-RG-90 {Gnome}[Noldorin]-river.
In tall treetops __ of the tangled wood
there hooted hollow __ the hunting owls.

Thus fate it fashioned __ that in NA-RG-91 {Fuilin}[the friend]'s house {2070}
the dark destiny __ now dwelt awhile 70
of Túrin the tall. __ There he toiled and fought
with the folk of NA-RG-92 {Fuilin}[Guilin] __ for NA-RG-93 {Flinding}[Gwindor]'s love;
lore long forgotten __ learned among them,
for light yet lingered __ in those leaguered places, {2075}
and wisdom yet lived __ in that wild people, 75
whose minds yet remembered __ the Mountains of the West
and the faces of the NA-RG-94 {Gods}[Valar], __ yet filled with glory
more clear and keen __ than kindreds of the dark
or Men unwitting __ of the mirth of old. {2080}

Thus NA-RG-95 {Fuilin}[Guilin] and NA-RG-96 {Flinding}[Gwindor] __ {friendship}guest-kindliness showed him, 80
and their halls were his home, __ while high summer
NA-EX-49.03{waned to autumn __ and the western gales
the leaves loosened __ from the labouring boughs;
the feet of the forest __ in fading gold {2085}
and burnished brown __ were buried deeply;
a restless rustle __ down the roofless aisles
sighed and whispered. __ Lo! the Silver Wherry,
the sailing Moon __ with slender mast,
was filled with fires __ as of furnace golden {2090}
whose hold had hoarded __ the heats of summer,
whose shrouds were shaped __ of shining flame
uprising ruddy __ o'er the rim of Evening
by the misty wharves __ on the margin of the world.}<Lay, Endnote {The summer slowly __ in the sad forest
}waned and faded. __ In the west arose
winds that wandered __ over warring seas.
Leaves were loosened __ from labouring boughs:
fallow-gold they fell, __ and the feet buried {5}85
of trees standing __ tall and naked,
rustling restlessly __ down roofless aisles,
shifting and drifting.

__ __ __ __ __ __ __ The shining vessel
of the sailing moon __ with slender mast,
with shrouds shapen __ of shimmering flame, {10}90
uprose ruddy __ on the rim of Evening
by the misty wharves __ on the margin of the world.>
Thus the months fleeted __ and mightily he fared {2095}
in the forest with NA-RG-97 {Flinding}[friends], __ and his fate waited
slumbering a season, __ while he sought for joy 95
the lore learning __ and the league sharing
of the NA-RG-98 {Gnomes}[Noldor] __ renowned of Nargothrond.

The ways of the woods __ he wandered far, {2100}
and the land's secrets __ he learned swiftly
by winter unhindered __ to weathers hardened{,}. 100
NA-EX-49.05{whether snow or sleet __ or slanting rain
from glowering heavens __ grey and sunless
cold and cruel __ was cast to earth, 2105
till the floods were loosed __ and the fallow waters
of sweeping Narog, __ swollen, angry,
were filled with flotsam __ and foaming turbid
passed in tumult; __ or twinkling pale
ice-hung evening __ was opened wide, 2110
a dome of crystal __ o'er the deep silence
of the windless wastes __ and the woods standing
like frozen phantoms __ under flickering stars.}<Lay, Endnote With winding horns __ winter hunted
in the weeping woods, __ wild and ruthless;
sleet came slashing, __ and slanting hail {15}
from glowering heaven __ grey and sunless,
whistling whiplash __ whirled by tempest. 105
The floods were freed __ and fallow waters
sweeping seaward, __ swollen, angry,
filled with flotsam, __ foaming, turbid, {20}
passed in tumult. __ The tempest died.
Frost descended __ from far mountains 110
steel-cold and still. __ Stony-glinting
icehung evening __ was opened wide,
a dome of crystal __ over deep silence, {25}
over windless wastes __ and woods standing
as frozen phantoms __ under flickering stars.> 115
By day or night __ danger needless
he dared and sought for, __ his dread vengeance {2115}
ever seeking unsated __ on the sons of Angband;
yet as winter waxed __ wild and pathless,
and biting blizzards __ the bare faces 120
lashed and tortured __ of the lonely tors
and haggard hilltops, __ in the halls more often {2120}
was he found in fellowship __ with the folk of Narog,
and cunning there added __ in the crafts of hand,
and in subtle mastery __ of song and music 125
and peerless poesy, __ to his proven lore
and wise woodcraft; __ there wondrous tales {2125}
were told to Túrin __ in tongues of gold
in those mansions deep, __ there many a day
to the hearth and halls __ of the haughty king 130
did those friends now fare __ to feast and game,
for frail Finduilas __ her father urged {2130}
to his board and favour __ to bid those twain,
and it grudging her granted __ that grimhearted
king deep-counselled - __ cold his anger, 135
his ruth unready, __ his wrath enduring;
yet fierce and fell __ by the fires of hate {2135}
his breast was burned __ for the broods of Hell
NA-SL-19 {(his son had they slain, __ the swift-footed
Halmir the hunter __ of hart and boar),
}and kinship therein __ the king ere long
in his heart discovered __ for Húrin's son, {2140}
dark and silent, __ as in dreams walking 140
of anguish and regret __ and evergrowing
feud unsated. __ Thus favour soon
by the king accorded __ of the company of his board
he was member made, __ and in many a deed {2145}
and wild venture __ to West and North 145
he achieved renown __ among the chosen warriors
and fearless bowmen; __ in far battles
in secret ambush __ and sudden onslaught,
where fell-tonguéd flew __ the flying serpents, {2150}
their shafts envenomed, __ in valleys shrouded 150
he played his part, __ but it pleased him little,
who trusted to targe __ and tempered sword NA-SL-20 {,
whose hand was hungry __ for the hilts it missed
but dared never a blade __ since the doom of Beleg} {2155}
{to draw or handle.}drawn and handled. __ Dear-holden was he,
though he wished nor willed it, __ and his works were praised.
When tales were told __ of times gone by, 155
of valour they had known, __ of vanished triumph,
glory half-forgot, __ grief remembered, {2160}
then they bade and begged __ him be blithe and sing
NA-SL-21 {of deeds in Doriath __ in the dark forest
by the shadowy shores __ that shunned the light
where Esgalduin __ the Elf-river
by root-fencéd pools __ roofed with silence, 2165
by deep eddies __ darkly gurgling,
flowed fleetly on __ past the frowning portals
of the Thousand Caves. __ Thus his thought recalled
the woodland ways __ where once of yore
Beleg the bowman __ had a boy guided 2170
by slade and slope __ and swampy thicket
neath trees enchanted;}of former deeds; __ then faltered his tongue{ faltered
and his tale was stilled}.>
NA-EX-49.1 <Lay Many bosoms burdened __ with foreboding vague 160
their glooms disowned __ neath glad laughter.
In song and silence, __ snow and tempest,
winter wore away; __ to the world there came
a year once more __ in youth unstained, {2265}
nor were leaves less green, __ light less golden, 165
the flowers less fair, __ though in faded hearts
no spring was born, __ though speeding nigh
danger and dread __ and doom's footsteps
to their halls hasted. __ Of the host of iron {2270}
came tale and tidings __ ever treading nearer; 170
Orcs unnumbered __ to the East of Narog
roamed and ravened __ on the realm's borders,
the might of Morgoth __ was moved abroad.
No ambush stayed them; __ the archers yielded {2275}
each vale by vale{, __ though venomed arrows}. 175>
NA-TI-26 <Sil77 {In the time that followed Túrin grew high in favour with Orodreth, and well-nigh all hearts were turned to him in Nargothrond. For he was young, and only now reached his full manhood; and he was in truth the son of Morwen Eledhwen to look upon: dark-haired and pale-skinned, with grey eyes, and his face more beautiful than any other among mortal Men, in the Elder Days. His speech and bearing were that of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, and even among the Elves he might be taken for one from the great houses of the Noldor; therefore many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-Man. The}In that time the sword Anglachel was forged anew for {him}Túrin by cunning smiths of Nargothrond, and though ever black its edges shone with pale fire{; and he named it Gurthang, Iron of Death. So great was his prowess and skill in warfare on the confines of the Guarded Plain that he; and the Elves said: 'The Mormegil cannot be slain, save by mischance, or an evil arrow from afar.' Therefore they gave him dwarf-mail, to guard him; and in a grim mood he found also in the armouries a dwarf-mask all gilded, and he put it on before battle, and his enemies fled before his face. NA-EX-50 <Ap Narn For Túrin would not wear the Helm again {"}lest it reveal him{"}.}<CoH . Then Túrin> himself became known as Mormegil, the Black Sword for the rumor of his deeds with that weapon; but he named the sword Gurthang, Iron of Death.
Because of his powers and his skill in warfare with Orcs Túrin found favour with Orodreth, and was admitted to his council. Now Túrin had no liking for the manner of fighting of the Elves of Nargothrond, of ambush and stealth and secret arrow, and he urged that it be abandoned, and that they should use their strength to attack the servants of the Enemy, to open battle and pursuit.> NA-EX-51 <Ap Narn Gwindor spoke ever against Túrin <CoH in this matter> in the council of the King, saying that he had been in Angband, and knew somewhat of the might of Morgoth, and <CoH had had a plimps of the power of Morgoth, and had some inkling>of his designs. ‘Petty victories will prove profitless at the last,’ he said; ‘for thus Morgoth learns where the boldest of his enemies are to be found, and gathers strength great enough to destroy them. All the might of the Elves and the Edain united sufficed only to contain him, and to gain the peace of a siege; long indeed, but only so long as Morgoth bided his time before he broke the leaguer; and never again can such a union be made. {In}<CoH Only in> secrecy{ only} lies{ now any} hope<CoH of survival>; until the Valar come.’
‘The Valar!’ said Túrin. ‘They have forsaken you, and they hold Men in scorn. What use to look westward across the endless Sea<CoH to a dying sunset in the West>? There is but one Vala with whom we have to do, and that is Morgoth; and if in the end we cannot overcome him, at the least we can hurt him and hinder him. For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only in what follows from it. But it is expedient also<CoH . Secrecy is not finally possible: arms are the only wall against Morgoth. If >{; for if} you do nothing to halt him, all Beleriand will fall beneath his shadow before many years are passed, and then one by one he will smoke you out of your earths. And what then? A pitiable remnant will fly south and west, to cower on the shores of the Sea, caught between Morgoth and Ossë. Better then to win a time of glory, though it be shortlived; for the end will be no worse. You speak of secrecy, and say that therein lies the only hope; but could you ambush and waylay every scout and spy of Morgoth to the last and least, so that none come ever back with tidings to Angband, yet from that he would learn that you lived and guess where. And this also I say: though mortal Men have little life beside the span of the Elves, they would rather spend it in battle than fly or submit. The defiance of Húrin Thalion is a great deed; and though Morgoth slay the doer he cannot make the deed not to have been. Even the Lords of the West will honour it; and is it not written into the history of Arda, which neither Morgoth nor Manwë can unwrite?’
‘You speak of high things,’ Gwindor answered, ‘and plain it is that you have lived among the Eldar. But a darkness is on you if you set Morgoth and Manwë together, or speak of the Valar as the foes of Elves or Men; for the Valar scorn nothing, and least of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Nor do you know all the hopes of the Eldar. It is a prophecy among us that one day a messenger from Middle-earth will come through the shadows to Valinor, and Manwë will hear, and Mandos relent. For that time shall we not attempt to preserve the seed of the Noldor, and of the Edain also? And Círdan dwells now in the South, and there is building of ships; but what know you of ships, or of the Sea? You think of yourself and of your own glory, and bid us each do likewise; but we must think of others beside ourselves, for not all can fight and fall, and those we must keep from war and ruin while we can.’
‘Then send them to your ships, while there is yet time,’ said Túrin.
‘They will not be parted from us,’ said Gwindor, ‘even could Círdan sustain them. We must abide together as long as we may, and not court death.’
‘All this I have answered,’ said Túrin. ‘Valiant defence of the borders and hard blows ere the enemy gathers: in that course lies the best hope of your long abiding together. And do those that you speak of love such skulkers in the woods, hunting always like a wolf, better than one who puts on his helm and figured shield, and drives away the foe, be they far greater than all his host? At least the women of the Edain do not. They did not hold back the men from the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.’
‘But they suffered greater woe than if that field had not been fought,’ said Gwindor.>
NA-EX-51.1 <CoH
But Túrin advanced greatly in the favour of Orodreth, and he became the chief counsellor of the King, who submitted all things to his advice{.}> NA-TI-29b <Sil77 {When it became known to Orodreth that the Mormegil was in truth the son of Húrin Thalion he gave him great honour, and Túrin 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 Túrin the Noldor built a mighty bridge over the Narog from the Doors of Felagund, for the swifter passage of their arms<CoH , since war was now chiefly east of Narog in the Guarded Plain.> 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; <CoH {As}as its north march Nargothrond now held the ‘Debatable Land’ about the sources of Ginglith and Narog, and the fringes of the Woods of Núath. Between Nenning and Narog no Orc came; and east of Narog their realm went to the {Teiglin}[Taeglin] and the borders of the Moors of the Nibin-noeg.> {and though }Gwindor{ spoke ever against Túrin 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 Túrin'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.} NA-EX-51.1 <CoH , and his strength was small; and the pain of his maimed left arm was often upon him. But Túrin was young, and only now reached his full manhood; and he was in truth the son of Morwen Eledhwen to look upon: dark-haired and pale-skinned, with grey eyes, and his face more beautiful than any other among mortal Men, in the Elder Days. His speech and bearing were those of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, and even among the Elves he might be taken for one from the great houses of the Noldor. So valiant was Túrin, and so exceedingly skilled in arms, especially with sword and shield, that the Elves said that he could not be slain, save by mischance, or an evil arrow from afar. Therefore they gave him dwarf-mail, to guard him; and in a grim mood he found also in the armouries a dwarf-mask all gilded, and he put it on before battle, and his enemies fled before his face.
Now that he had his ways, and all went well, and he had work to do after his heart, and had honour in it, he was courteous to all, and less grim than of old, so that well nigh all hearts were turned to him; and many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-Man. But most of all Finduilas the daughter of Orodreth found her heart moved whenever he came near, or was in hall.> NA-EX-52 <Lay
__ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ At Túrin's {sorrow}[fortune]
one marvelled and was moved, __ a maiden fair
the frail Finduilas __ that {Failivrin}[Faelivrin], {2175}
the glimmering sheen __ on the glassy pools
of Ivrin's lake __ the Elves in love 5
had named anew. __ By night she pondered
and by day wondered __ what depth of woe
lay locked in his heart __ his life marring; {2180}
for the doom of dread __ and death that had fallen
on Beleg the bowman __ in unbroken silence 10
Túrin warded, __ nor might tale be won
of NA-RG-99 {Flinding}[Gwindor] the faithful __ of their fare and deeds
in the waste together. __ Now waned her love {2185}
for the form and face __ furrowed with anguish,
for the bended back __ and broken strength, 15
the wistful eyes __ and the withered laughter
of NA-RG-100 {Flinding}[Gwindor] the faithful, __ though filled was her heart
with deepwelling pity __ and dear friendship. {2190}
Grown old betimes __ and grey-frosted,
he was wise and kindly __ with wit and counsel, 20
with sight and foresight, __ but slow to wrath
nor fiercely valiant, __ yet if fight he must
his share he shirked not, __ though the shreds of fear {2195}
in his heart yet hung; __ he hated no man,
but he seldom smiled, __ save suddenly a light 25
in his grave face glimmered __ and his glance was fired:
Finduilas maybe __ faring lightly
on the sward he saw __ or swinging pale, {2200}
a sheen of silver __ down some shadowy hall.
Yet to Túrin was turned __ her troublous heart 30
against will and wisdom __ and waking thought:
in dreams she sought him, __ his dark sorrow
with love lightening, __ so that laughter shone {2205}
in eyes new-kindled, __ and her {Elfin}[Elven] name
he eager spake, __ as in endless spring
they fared free-hearted __ through flowers enchanted 35
with hand in hand __ o'er the happy pastures
of that land that is lit __ by no light of Earth, {2210}
by no moon nor sun, __ down mazy ways
to the black abysmal __ brink of waking.>
NA-EX-53 <Ap Narn Finduilas the daughter of Orodreth was golden-haired after the manner of the house of Finarfin, and Túrin began to take pleasure in the sight of her and in her company; for she reminded him of his kindred and the women of Dor-lómin in his father's house.
At first he met her only when Gwindor was by; but after a while she sought him out, and they met at times alone, though it seemed to be chance. Then she would question him about the Edain, of whom she had seen few and seldom, and about his country and his kin.
Then Túrin spoke freely to her concerning these things, though he did not name the land of his birth nor any of his kindred; and on a time he said to her: ‘I had a sister, Lalaith, or so I named her; and of her you put me in mind. But Lalaith was a child, a yellow flower in the green grass of spring; and had she lived she would now, maybe, have become dimmed with grief. But you are queenly, and as a golden tree; I would I had a sister so fair.’
‘But you are kingly,’ said she, ‘even as the lords of the people of Fingolfin NA-EX-53.5 {; I would I had a brother so valiant}. And I do not think that Agarwaen is your true name, nor is it fit for you, Adanedhel. I call you Thúrin, the Secret.’
At this Túrin started, but he said: ‘That is not my name; and I am not a king, for our kings are of the Eldar, as I am not.’

Now Túrin marked that Gwindor's friendship grew cooler towards him; and he wondered also that whereas at first the woe and horror of Angband had begun to be lifted from him, now he seemed to slip back into care and sorrow. And he thought, it may be that he is grieved that I oppose his counsels, and have overcome him; I would it were not so. For he loved Gwindor as his guide and healer, and was filled with pity for him. But in those days the radiance of Finduilas also became dimmed, her footsteps slow and her face grave; and Túrin perceiving this surmised that the words of Gwindor had set fear in her heart of what might come to pass.
In truth Finduilas was torn in mind. For she honoured Gwindor and pitied him, and wished not to add one tear to his suffering; but against her will her love for Túrin grew day by day, and she thought of Beren and Lúthien. But Túrin was not like Beren! He did not scorn her, and was glad in her company; yet she knew that he had no love of the kind she wished. His mind and heart were elsewhere, by rivers in springs long past.
Then Túrin spoke to Finduilas, and said: ‘Do not let the words of Gwindor affright you. He has suffered in the darkness of Angband; and it is hard for one so valiant to be thus crippled and backward perforce. He needs all solace, and a longer time for healing.’
‘I know it well,’ she said.
‘But we will win that time for him!’ said Túrin. ‘Nargothrond shall stand! Never again will Morgoth the Craven come forth from Angband, and all his reliance must be on his servants; thus says Melian of Doriath. They are the fingers of his hands; and we will smite them, and cut them off, till he draws back his claws. Nargothrond shall stand!’
‘Perhaps,’ said Finduilas. ‘It shall stand, if you can achieve it. But have a care, NA-EX-53.6 <CoH {Adanedhel}Thurin>; my heart is heavy when you go out to battle, lest Nargothrond be bereaved.’ NA-EX-55b <Lay
From woe unhealed __ the wounded heart
of Túrin the tall __ was turned to her.
Amazed and moved, __ his mind's secret {2215}
half-guessed, half-guarded, __ in gloomy hour
of night's watches, __ when down narrow winding 5
paths of pondering __ he paced wearily,
he would lonely unlock, __ then loyal-hearted
shut fast and shun, __ or shroud his grief {2220}
in dreamless sleep, __ deep oblivion
where no echo entered __ of the endless war 10
of waking worlds, __ woe nor friendship,
flower nor firelight __ nor the foam of seas,
a land illumined __ by no light at all. {2225}

'O! hands unholy, __ O! heart of sorrow,
O! outlaw whose evil __ is yet unatoned, 15
wilt thou, troth-breaker, __ a treason new
to thy burden bind; __ thy brother-in-arms,
NA-RG-101 {Flinding go-Fuilin}[Gwindor] the faithful __ thus foully betray, {2230}
who thy madness tended __ in mortal perils,
to thy waters of healing __ thy wandering feet 20
did lead at the last __ to lands of peace,
where his life is rooted __ and his love dwelleth?
O! stained hands __ his hope steal not!' {2235}

Thus love was fettered __ in loyal fastness
and coldly clad __ in courteous word; 25
yet he would look and long __ for her loveliness,
in her gentle words __ his joy finding,
her face watching __ when he feared no eye {2240}
might mark his mood. __ One marked it all -
{Failivrin}[Faelivrin]'s face, __ the fleeting gleams, 30
like sun through clouds __ sailing hurriedly
over faded fields, __ that flickered and went out
as Túrin passed; __ the tremulous smiles, {2245}
his grave glances __ out of guarded shade,
his sighs in secret - __ one saw them all, 35
NA-RG-102 {Flinding go-Fuilin}[Gwindor son of Guilin], __ who had {found}gained his home
and lost his love __ to the lying years,
he watched and wondered, __ no word speaking, {2250}
and his heart grew dark __ 'twixt hate and pity,
bewildered, weary, __ in the webs of fate. 40
Then Finduilas, __ more frail and wan
twixt olden love __ now overthrown
and new refused, __ did nightly weep; {2255}
and folk wondered __ at the fair pallor
of the hands upon her harp, __ her hair of gold 45
on slender shoulders __ slipped in tumult,
the glory of her eyes __ that gleamed with fires
of secret thought __ in silent deeps.>

And {afterwards }Túrin sought out Gwindor, and said to him: ‘Gwindor, dear friend, you are falling back into sadness; do not so! For your healing will come in the houses of your kin, and in the light of Finduilas.’
Then Gwindor stared at Túrin, but he said nothing, and his face was clouded.
‘Why do you look upon me so?’ said Túrin. ‘Often your eyes have gazed strangely at me of late. How have I grieved you? I have opposed your counsels; but a man must speak as he sees, nor hide the truth that he believes, for any private cause. I would that we were one in mind; for to you I owe a great debt, and I shall not forget it.’
‘Will you not?’ said Gwindor. ‘Nonetheless your deeds and your counsels have changed my home and my kin. Your shadow lies upon them. Why should I be glad, who have lost all to you?’
But Túrin did not understand these words, and did but guess that Gwindor begrudged him his place in the heart and counsels of the King.> NA-TI-27 <Sil77 {Then the heart of Finduilas was turned from Gwindor and against her will her love was given to Túrin; but}And Túrin did not perceive what had befallen. And being torn in heart Finduilas became sorrowful; and she grew wan and silent. But Gwindor sat in dark thought NA-EX-53.7 <CoH , and he cursed Morgoth who could thus pursue his enemies with woe, withersoever they might run. ‘And now at last,’ he said, ‘I believe the rumour of Angband that Morgoth has cursed Húrin and all his kin.’ And going to Finduials he said to her: ‘A sadness and doubt is upon you; and too often now I miss you, and begin to guess that you are avoiding me. Since you tell me not the cause, I must guess. >{; 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}<CoH But go> whither love leads you;<CoH for I have become unfit to wed you; and neither my prowess nor my counsel have any honour more.’
Then Finduilas wept. ‘Weep not yet!’ said Gwindor. ‘But beware lest you have cause. Not fitting is it>{ yet beware! It is not fitting} that the Elder Children of Ilúvatar 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 <CoH , even if he be both as fair and as brave>. 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 úmarth, his right name is Túrin son of Húrin, 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: 'Túrin son of Húrin loves me not; nor will.'>
NA-EX-53.8 <CoH Then {Finduials}she rose, and queenly indeed she looked.> NA-EX-54 <Ap Narn ‘Your eyes are dimmed, Gwindor,’ she said. ‘You do not see or understand what is here come to pass. Must I now be put to double shame to reveal the truth to you? For I love you, Gwindor, and I am ashamed that I love you not more, but have taken a love even greater, from which I cannot escape. I did not seek it, and long I put it aside. But I have pity for your hurts, have pity on mine. Túrin loves me not; nor will.’
‘You say this,’ said Gwindor, ‘to take the blame from him whom you love. Why does he seek you out, and sit long with you, and come ever more glad away?’
‘Because he also needs solace,’ said Finduilas, ‘and is bereaved of his kin. You both have your needs. But what of Finduilas? Now is it not enough that I must confess myself to you unloved, but that you should say that I speak so to deceive?’
‘Nay, a woman is not easily deceived in such a case,’ said Gwindor. ‘Nor will you find many who will deny that they are loved, if that is true.’
‘If any of us three be faithless, it is I: but not in will. But what of your doom and rumours of Angband? What of death and destruction? The Adanedhel is mighty in the tale of the World, and his stature shall reach yet to Morgoth in some far day to come.’
‘He is proud,’ said Gwindor.
‘But also he is merciful,’ said Finduilas. ‘He is not yet awake, but still pity can ever pierce his heart, and he will never deny it. Pity maybe shall be ever the only entry. But he does not pity me. He holds me in awe, as were I both his mother and a queen!’
Maybe Finduilas spoke truly, seeing with the keen eyes of the Eldar. And now Túrin, not knowing what had passed between Gwindor and Finduilas, was ever gentler towards her as she seemed more sad. But on a time Finduilas said to him: ‘Thúrin Adanedhel, why did you hide your name from me? Had I known who you were I should not have honoured you less, but I should better have understood your grief.’
‘What do you mean?’ he said. ‘Whom do you make me?’
‘Túrin son of Húrin Thalion, captain of the North.’>

NA-TI-28 <Sil77 Now when Túrin 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.'>
NA-TI-29c <Sil77 When it became known to Orodreth that the Mormegil was in truth the son of Húrin Thalion he gave him great honour, and Túrin 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 Túrin 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 Túrin 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 Túrin'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.
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Respectfully
Findegil