#ill draw dor you

[raidenloml]

3 from the askgane dor whichever characters u want >:]

ack!!!! ok so!!!

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

(this is a perfect question as ive been playing more splatoon 3 recently so i actually have a feel for the weapons i want my characters to use hihi + ill just list all of the ones i currently have chosen weapons for!)

turns out, this post grew way longer than i thought it would so uh woe read more be upon you

Arsenic:

Definitely Splatana Wiper as main and (Luna) Blaster as secondary, he has a quick and agressive playstyle so these are the weapons he usually goes for (also his aim is absolute dog with chargers and splatlings are a little bulky and slow for him, he can use shooters when needed but he doesnt find them interesting to play)

Link:

Probably sticks with a vanilla Splat Charger, likes to play support/backline but still pressures the opposite team quite a bit whilst staying out of fire himself. Other than his proficiency with his main weapon he probably has some practice in with other weapon classes as well. (This is because he works for Ammo Knights hihi)

I'd imagine him being kind of well known for his absolutely bonkers k/d ratio because of his high awareness playstyle but he would definitely have the dumbest deaths in practice :')

Zel:

Zel is a HUGE fan of heavy weaponry like this woman is absolutely insane about them and practices every single one she can get her hands on but her main weapon of choice in battle would probably be a Dynamo Roller or a Nautilus when she's feeling extra silly... as for why its mainly because it helps her stay physically strong and uhhh lifting super heavy weapon in practice means she doesnt have to go to the gym often

A4:

Definitely shooter class weapons, probably sticks to something like an N-Zap, Splash-o-Matic, Splattershot and Splattershot Pro but is quite handy with a Squiffer when needed. I imagine at some point A4 and Link would switch roles just before a match to confuse the opponent (very silly behaviour)

BONUS!!!!!!!! These are characters which i havent really thought of in a competitive sense or havent developed yet

itll be very messy going forward mainly because i want to yap so hard about these little inkfish thumbs up

Fern:

Fern doesn't really play that much but would probably prefer Dualies, not sure which but she'd probably switch it up sometimes

Violet:

Brella 100% (i dont know how to explain it i just feel it in my bones) her Brella would probably be decorated to the max literally her pride and joy (also known as her favourite fashion accessory as she's too busy with her job to actually use it in battle :( boowomp)

Amber: (<- Arsenic's younger sister!!!)

Brella/Bucket, i haven't really thought of her in battle but she'd probably just mess around a ton lol

Ise Rotag:

Ise was originally the character that was Link's like future partner??? their story was really nice but he got replaced by Arsenic after i abandoned the two for a few months and decided to revive Link again (you will see Ise more btw i fucking love his design and cuntyness) FOR THE WEAPON! Probably an Inkbrush honestly this guy loves to be annoying and sneak up on backliners when they least expect it, plays very aggressively as well... also his name has a really funny origin and if youre able to guess it ill uhh idk good job

I have 3 other characters but they all dont have names so uhm yeah ill just go quickly through these

oc based on coroika, inkling, probably something backline, dont imagine them in battle often

waiter, octoling, grim blaster (or so me from 2 years ago wrote down)

shut-in, inkling, new squiffer (again according to notes left to their design drawings)

2&3 were together and 1 was a sona for shits and giggles but uh theyll come back someday!! i promise!!! like their designs and relationship dynamics too much!!! they might even be Ise's new teammates!!!

[bcnztruck]

letters that couldn't be sent . . .

a month after his ( re ) incarceration ━━ when the detox wore off and the pills kicked in, and he could actually somewhat say that he was clean ━━ asher penned some letters to his closest friends, hoping to offer an explanation for his disappearance and the panic and worry that it caused. however, nimble fingers gripped the envelopes come time that the c.o. called for any outgoing mail, and something inside of him urged him not to let go. a few dollars of wasted commissary later, the letters that asher just couldn't bring himself to send remainded under his pillow for his remaining time. those who he cared about ━━ who he had let down ━━ had bound to have moved on. they had bound to have stopped calling a number that no longer existed, stopped knocking on a door with no answer. perhaps it was time for him to do the same.

to jackson . . . ( @apcthetics )

❝ too jackson

its me asher. i hop you are well. im sorry iv not been in contakt for a wile. how are you ? im wurking on my speling and i think im geting bettur but you mite think difrent. im felling a lot bettur now and i hop ill be back soon but im not shure were ill live. im havving metings with a rehoming ofiser too discus were i can aply for so i hop i can find sumwere. has enywone mooved in next dor ? at lest you dont hav too fix my sink !! i hop wurk is good. how is evrywone ? iv rote letturs too bowie and luvena too. im not shure if ill here from eny of you and thats ok. i just thoght i owwed it too you all too let you no im here and ok. im relly sorry if i paniked eny of you by not geting in contakt for all this time. i wasunt in a good plase and i didunt wont to burdun eny of you with it. i hop to here back from you but if i dont thats ok. i wish you all the hapines in life and i apreshiated evrything you did for me. you are the best frend i ever had.

i hop ill get to rite to you agen soon thogh !

from asher

p.s. you shuld ask that gurl out for a drink sumtime. i no you like her. ❞

to bowie . . . ( @cherryflcvoured )

❝ too bowie

hi its asher. i hop you are well. im sorry iv not contaked you sooner. how are you ? iv been wurking on my speling and i think im geting bettur but im shure jackson will still think its shit ! ( maby you will too ) im felling a lot bettur now so hopfuly ill be back soon. i hop the rekord shop is going well. ill need to com in and buy sum linkin park wen im back ! youll also need to find me a new traffik con for my new plase. im hopfuly going too aply for the same areya if i can. im relly sorry iv not been in contakt soonur and if i worryed evrywone. i didunt wont too bother eny of you with my problums. iv been doing drawings and listuning to musik to pass the time. im hopfuly not going too fed but if i do i think id like to lern how to play gitar. i probubly wuldunt be as good as you at musik thogh. i hop to here from you soon but if i dont thats ok. i just thoght i shuld rite to let you no im ok.

from sher ❞

to luvena . . . ( @overwhlcmed )

❝ too luvena

hi its asher. i hop you are well. im not relly shure were to begin with this. i wont to say sorry for not contakting you furst of all. i wonted to rite wen i furst came here but i didunt no wat to say. im felling a lot bettur now and i hop to be back soon. i shuld probubly start with explaning wat happuned. im sorry if this is lettur is all ovur the plase. i was in a bad plase and i didunt no how too ask for help. i also didunt wont too burdun eny of you with my problums. like i sed im felling bettur now but i did fell like shit for a littel bit wen i furst came here becos of detox. the nurs here is nise thogh and gav me meds to help. i hav kept cleen sinse i got here. enyway enogh abot me. how are you ? i hop things are good with you. how is your dansing going ? we dont hav a tv in the pod so iv not been abel too look out for you in things you mite hav been in. i miss you a lot. iv been praktising drawing and i think im stil doing ok. i miss you a lot. im relly sorry for disapeering. i wont you to no it wasunt your falt. i didunt wont to make you fell abanduned. i promis that wasunt my intenshon. iv thoght abot you a lot. id luv for you to rite back but its ok if not. i just thoght i shuld giv you a explanashon and let you no im ok. if i dont here from you agen then i wish you nuthing but hapyness in life becos you deserv it. i hop youv fond sumwone who will care for you and luv you like i did. i bet theyr awsum and hopfuly ill get to meet them sum day.

luv from asher ❞

[slavhew]

I FORGOT TO POST THESE HERE. Anyways. Chapter 103 cope

[kroovv]

Hi, I love your art so much! You've inspired me to take up digital drawing again! I was wondering how you chose your poses and colors? Your art looks AMAZING, and I struggle to come up with those things. And, if it's not too much of a bother, any tips on messy sketches? I struggle so much with sketching because my silly brain wants everything to be perfect. Sorry if that was a lot of questions. Again, I love your art. You've been a huge inspiration to me!!!

Ahhh thats awesome!! So with poses i usually just imagine it jfjs sorry thats not helpful i have a really clear imagination so i can like very clearly pose characters BUT if im really having trouble with angles ill remake the pose in magic poser to try make sure i get the forshortening. If you are trying to get poses tho absoloutly get references and just work from them! Colours i will usually just play around until i feel it clicks together, understanding colour theroy defonaitly help.

Its good to just experiment with colours and poses, ill usually try to stay away from extreme saturation, so no going right into the corners i like to be a little off so like off whites, off blacks just makes it a little more realistic for example black hair is never true black it can be a blacky blue or blacky brown!

Dor doing messy sketches i used to be like SUPER perfectionist when it came to sketches till a games company absoloutly read me being like....that isnt a sketch...thats a fully rendered character it looks finalised i was like 8U having inperfect sketches is very good its about getting the idea down not the final product, you feel like your sketch has to be perfect final render but it doesnt its the sketch its suppsoed to be sketchy! It took me a while to undo that idea that it has to be perfect but just let yourself be messy, let yourself get down ideas its fun being messy 💕

Im so sorry if none of this is helpful i don't actually know what im doing jshs and im not the best teacher cause im bad at putting stuff into words, but im so glad youre getting into digital art again and i hope you have a lot of fun doing it 💕

[kareenvorbarra]

could I ask about when winter comes without a spring and the turin and tuor AU?

(by the way I love your Narn/Silm commentary and writing, you have such great ideas!)

-@outofangband

Thanks! Both the stories you picked are Narn related, actually :) I'll talk about them in separate posts because the excerpts I'm posting are fairly long, and I want all the commentary to be above the read more.

When Winter Comes Without a Spring is a rewrite of a fic that I posted ages and ages ago and then took down because my Aerin headcanons changed so drastically that I felt like I had to redo it completely. Juliana did draw some art back in the day based on the old version of the fic, which you can find here.

The story is about one of the times Aerin visited Morwen after the conquest of Dor-lomin. It's pretty early in the Narn timeline (Nienor's about three years old), and it's just a quiet missing scene with the three of them interacting. Aerin and Morwen discuss Aerin's situation and her marriage to Brodda. Morwen tries to talk Aerin out of coming to visit because she's putting herself in danger, but Aerin is too stubborn to be convinced, and she knows that Morwen's household would be much worse off without the little she can provide.

Honestly this is one I really should have finished - it's almost done, I've said pretty much all I wanted to say, I just haven't been able to end it.

The first 500 words or so are included below:

The sound of footsteps approaching the door made Morwen abandon the shirt she was mending. She gathered up Niënor and set her on a bed in one of the back rooms, with her favorite rag doll to keep her quiet. Then she grabbed the old axe that hung on the wall in the kitchen. It was ill-suited for anything other than chopping wood, but Brodda’s men had taken everything else that resembled a weapon.

Someone tapped quietly on the door: three knocks, a pause, and then three more. With a small sigh of relief, Morwen returned the axe to the wall and went to answer it. She hadn’t really expected anybody else - if the Incomers meant to capture her they would have done it long ago - but there was no point in taking chances.

Aerin slipped inside as soon as the door had opened far enough to admit her. She wore a dark shawl over her head, concealing her shining hair, and carried a large cloth-covered basket.

“Ragnir let me in at the gate,�� she said, embracing Morwen briefly by way of greeting. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. Brodda keeps me at his side when he is at home, but this morning he rode north to report to Lorgan.”

She handed Morwen the basket. “Flour, dried meat, and some vegetables. I even managed to put by a jar of jam.”

“You are not to take any unnecessary risks,” Morwen told her sternly. “It’s bad enough that you come out here at all. If they catch you...”

“They’ll take me back to the hall, and when Brodda returns they’ll report to him and he will beat me,” Aerin said matter-of-factly, slipping off her shawl and hanging it over the back of a chair. “Nothing I haven’t borne before.”

Morwen pressed her lips together in disapproval, but said nothing. As much as she hated letting the girl put herself in danger on their account, the five people that remained in Húrin’s once-great household would not survive without Aerin’s help. The adults made sure that little Niënor never went hungry, giving up food of their own if they had to, but even that would become more difficult as Niënor grew.

She heard soft footfalls behind her, and a small blonde child appeared in the doorway of the next room, clutching her doll. The lure of Aerin’s familiar voice had drawn Niënor out of hiding despite her mother’s orders, and as soon as she saw their visitor, her face broke into a smile.

“Aerin!” she shrieked, dropping the doll and rushing forward on her short legs, holding out her arms to be picked up. Laughing, the young woman swooped down on Niënor and hoisted her up to rest on her hip.

[with-the-same-tattoos]

omg....farmer ghost psychic vampires????? that sounds sooo coool! you have such great ideas....i love their designs if you ever feel like sharing more info on them pleading emoji but if not thats cool....wow

; v ; t-thank u xoxoxoxoxo ...... i will o e day definetly, I care abt them a lot.... actually, tho it isnt exactly what u asked abt, i thought id combo this w an another ask partially iv got earlier that I'm waiting to draw for, which asked me about my favourite ocs (and why) and even tho u asked just abt the vamps, im just... wholly gonna infodump on u ny faves....... mwssy explanation but lol im djdkdkdkwks I THOUGHT ID SHARE. I am hyperfocusing on slasher & horror stuff at the moment so i havent had much time to think abt these critters, but one day.

N1 baby rn is Sirppi (he/they/she) they're just created during a part of my life with so much hope and love. They are an adventurer, traveler, a map maker & philosopher, a studier of the human condition etc etc... but also deal w major social anxiety and they struggle to open their mouth to speak. They're just endlessly drawn to the ocean, to sail and go. They also have a big dog called Cupid :) they are like a ghibli inspired themes collection and i LOVE THEM.

Beau (she/her), idk just my hottest character, shes pretty well rounded and barely has any story bc shes like content which, doesnt make for a lot of atorytelling but shes like my dream cottagecore autor wife w ducks and dogs

Angel Lust (she/they) just horny. Is. Exists in a state of thirst. Born from the fact that I find horny people the most endearing folks on this earth, theyre cute.

Atlas (she/they), Dalla (she/they) and Jalopeura (they/them) idk some of my alien characters i still have a lor of fondness dor and should redesign

Attilio (he/him), Behemmon (they/them) and Monarda (they/them) idk bonus points to my warm palette kids. Attilio is stupid and Behemmon and Monarda r soft souls.

Anyways again sorry for completely derailibc.... ill technically b posting abt them in the future i think im hardcore stuxl on the slasher fandom bc a)there is so much to explore b) the community is so nice but i do have my own projects w long histories and i apprechiatw any bit of interest it rly warms m hwary :'))) 💖💖💞💕💟💖

[igazikutya]

Zajok a nappaliból – Traxelektor 2021 04

Tavasz van. Azóta kisütött a nap, teraszokon rajzanak a térvitaminhiányos kapcsolatfüggők, úszva felszabadult örömükben. Áldás és kötés! Az április nem ilyen volt, és a március-áprilisban kijött zenei anyagok se ezt tükrözték vissza, inkább azt, hogy fogy a muníció és a türelem. Mintha kétfelé szakadt volna a művészi kifejezőkészség: az egyik irány a melankolikus, depresszív nyomasztás lett, a másik a projektált szépségesben való mindenfeledett lebegés élménye.

A göteborgi Höga Recordsnál jelent meg a Modern Ruin: Unemployment Line Disco című debut lemeze. A dark, new wave hangulatot kétezerhuszas ápdétben megragadni, szép teljesítmény, féltávon a Broken English Club és a nyolcvanasok szinti noir-ja között. Az Unemployment Line Disco a totálisan karanténpresszingelt, melankóliában veszteglő, mikrofonba dünnyögött oltakozásra és állásajánlatra váró panelproli cementszürkéjének ötven árnyalata.

Dalibor Cruz aka Pablo Paz a pandémiás izoláció másik kárvallottjának tűnik, a Riddled With Absence a nyomasztás magasiskolája. Nem tudom hány éves a Paolo gyerek, de nem lennék a napközis tanára, a lemezborító se éppen egy Rorschach-teszt.

A Manslaughter 777 bandanév elég cool belépő úgy, hogy még semmit nem hallottunk. Hát még, ha igen. Az oregoni Lee Buford és  Zac Jones kettősének debütlemeze a World Vision Perfect Harmony a new yorki Thrill Jockenynél jelent meg, az igazi nagyvárosi katyvasz zenei örvénye, gyakran csak szándékosan elbaszott slágerek gyűjteménye. Rövid trackek, elektronik-élő-fúziós zenei flessek, gyors és váratlan váltások (Gainax), nagyon érdekes album, és az I Can Not Tell You How I Feel bekerült a fülbemászó rovatba is. Kicsit rokon hangulat a tavaly októberi számban bemutatott Deadbeat Meets The Mole lemezzel. Oregonból szeretettel.

Üdítően bölcs harmóniát áraszt az idén hatodik x-et töltő amszterdami Michel Banabila:  Wah-Wah Whispers című lemeze. Downtemp dub, chill, lágy pulzálás, barátságos terek, árad a chi, semmi feszkó, szájkedelik trippin’, a fűszagot lehet csak odaképzeltem, a puha gyepet nem, és a gyógyhatás garantált. A néhol szemzőtibori hatásokat is hozó album a hamburgi Bureau B-nél jelent meg.

A francia születésű ecuadori Nicola Cruz műfajliag digitális folkban utazik, és a Subtropique EP sem szakít ezzel a hagyománnyal. Szoft latin ritmika, ütős dominancia, klubhangzás, legyen tánc!

S ha már tánc, Karl O’Connor aka Regis, a Downwards kiadó főnöke és Dominick Fernow aka Vatican Shadow is jelentkeztek új lemezzel. Regis egy mélyebb érintésű technoval, az A Hollow Moment EP-vel, Vatican Shadow pedig szokásosan zűrös közel keleti háborús cimkefelhőben úszva a SR-71 Blackbird Survivors, hamisítatlan klasszik VS hangzással. Az utóbbi idők szórtabb kvalitású kiadványai után - mindkét részről - ezek most feszes, erős anyagok.

Az O Yuki Conjugate 1982-es alapítású post- industrial/ambient banda Nottinghamből. A többszörös tagcserék, visszatérések és kilépések, tribal, etno kalandozások után a negyedik inkarnációjukat élik éppen. A jelenleg négy tagot (Andrew Hulme, Dave Collins, Rob Jenkins, Roger Horberry) számláló zenekar A Tension Of Opposites című lemeze a legjobb dolog, ami az ambienttel történhet manapság. Az, hogy összekenik valami fénytörős anyaggal, leborítják homokkal, összekarcolják, hajlítgatják, lefagyasztják vagy addig hevítik, míg a végén üvegként dermed vissza. Azt próbálom eldadogni, hogy az O Yuki (és más társai pl Spybeyék a Dead Voices in the Air-rel, Robin Storey a Rapoon-nal, stb) akik industrial irányból jönnek, nem olvadnak bele abba a műanyag, már-már önálló formát kiadni egyáltalán képtelen ambient trendiségbe, mainstreambe, amiben a legnagyobbak, sokszor műfaj alapítók is szépen, lassan belefulladnak.

ASC új EP-je, a detroiti Modern Cathedrals-nél megjelent Sacred Seven III, gyaníthatóan sci-fi anime ihletésű. A körülbelül félszáz kiadvánnyal rendelkező, tehát igen termékenynek mondható James Clements meglepően jól navigál műveivel az önismétlés csapdái között, pedig a rá jellemző formavilág önklónozás tekintetben aknamező. Így van az, hogy évek óta az ASC EP-k, trackek az éves summák folyamatos szereplői, és erről a lemezről is vannak pályázók az ideire.

Microcorps pszeudóba bújva keresi a kiutat buddhai türelemmel Alex Tucker, ki a szintetikus és az elemi között félúton rekedt az öreg tölgyfaszekrényben, amit olcsón bérelt, de már kifizetett, ezért boldog buzgómócsingok bitumennel festettek feketére, miközben táncolva ordibálták: hogy elnyelje! elnyejje! elnyejje! enyejjee! És körbetáncolták. Nem valami beteges betűmágia, mikor a Microcorps XMIT cimű albumát a Download Microscopic-jának göttelmentes, nyílegyenesített, vegán kiadásaként posztrofálom-a, miközben a sarokból, csendben figyel összegörnyedve Stanley Pain.  Nagy ez a szekrény belülről, négy vendégművész is befért, köztük Gazelle Twin (Elizabeth Walling) vagy a korábban Chris Carterrel és Cosey Fanni Tuttival másik szekrényt megjárt Nikki Colk Void.

Megjelenések:

ASC - Sacred Sevens III [2021, Modern Cathedrals][EP] Azu Tiwaline - Draw Me a Silence Remixes [2021, I.O.T.][EP]

Dalibor Cruz - Riddled With Absence [2021, Natural Sciences][LP] Manslaughter 777 - World Vision Perfect Harmony [2021, Thrill Jockey][LP] Michel Banabila - Wah-Wah Whispers [2021, Bureau B][LP] Microcorps - Xmit [2021, Alter][LP]

Modern Ruin - Unemployment Line Disco [2021, Höga Nord][LP] Nicola Cruz - Subtropique [2021, Rhythm Section International][EP] O Yuki Conjugate - A Tension Of Opposites [2021, OYC Limited][LP] Regis - A Hollow Moment [2021, Downwards][EP] Timothy J. Fairplay - Pathfinder Theme / UFOs Over China [2021, Höga Nord][S] VA - Khidi 002 [2021, Khidi][EP-Comp] Vatican Shadow - SR-71 Blackbird Survivors [2021, Hospital Productions][LP]

Traxelektor:

Traxelektor 2021 04 - Spotify playlist

(66/83, 6:03/7:30) Aktuális fülbemászók: Manslaughter 777 - I Can Not Tell You How I Feel Nicola Cruz - What Now Samuel Sharp - Longdown Hill

Traxelektor:

Anunaku - Luminosa [042, AD 93] ASC - Traction [Sacred Sevens III, Modern Cathedrals] ASC - Triton [Sacred Sevens III, Modern Cathedrals] Atoloi - Chiusura [Inflorescenze, Sure Thing] Atoloi - Fioritura [Inflorescenze, Sure Thing] Atoloi - Umida Superficie [Inflorescenze, Sure Thing]

Azu Tiwaline - Berbeka (Flore Remix) [Draw Me a Silence Remixes, I.O.T.] Azu Tiwaline - Until the End (Don't DJ Remix) [Draw Me a Silence Remixes, I.O.T.] Commodo - Guah [Scabz/Guah, Sector 7 Sounds] Dalibor Cruz - Everyone's Ill Will [Riddled With Absence, Natural Sciences] Dalibor Cruz - Never Sort Yourself Out For Them [Riddled With Absence, Natural Sciences] Ellen Allien - True Romantics (Hadone Remix) [AurAA Remixes 1, BPitch Control] Eomac - Falling Through The Cracks [Cracks, Planet Mu] Eomac - Mandate For Murder [Cracks, Planet Mu]

Forest Drive West - Ritual [Dualism, Livity Sound] Gavsborg (Equiknoxx) - 11 AM with Frankie Bubbler [Equiknoxx Meets Feel Free Hi Fi, Digital Sting] I:Cube - Session 5 (Live) [Cubo Live Sessions Volume 2, Versatile] I:Cube - Session 6 (Live) [Cubo Live Sessions Volume 2, Versatile] Lake Haze - Sun Rising on Concrete Landscapes [Sun Rising On Concrete Landscapes, Shall Not Fade] Lake Haze - That Rave Saved My Life [Sun Rising On Concrete Landscapes, Shall Not Fade]

Manslaughter 777 - Gainax [World Vision Perfect Harmony, Thrill Jockey] Manslaughter 777 - I Can Not Tell You How I Feel [World Vision Perfect Harmony, Thrill Jockey] Manslaughter 777 - Jump and Spread [World Vision Perfect Harmony, Thrill Jockey] Manslaughter 777 - No Man Curse [World Vision Perfect Harmony, Thrill Jockey]

Michel Banabila - Hidden Story [Wah-Wah Whispers, Bureau B] Michel Banabila - Take Me There [Wah-Wah Whispers, Bureau B] Michel Banabila - Tic Tac [Wah-Wah Whispers, Bureau B] Microcorps - DOR [Xmit, Alter] Microcorps - UVU [Xmit, Alter] Microcorps - VEQ [Xmit, Alter] Microcorps with Astrud Steehouder - ABII [Xmit, Alter] Microcorps with Nik Void - ILN [Xmit, Alter] Modern Ruin - Cement Dust [Unemployment Line Disco, Höga Nord] Modern Ruin - Hold [Unemployment Line Disco, Höga Nord] Modern Ruin - Monkey [Unemployment Line Disco, Höga Nord] Modern Ruin - Permanent Vacation [Unemployment Line Disco, Höga Nord] Modeselektor - Mean Friend (Telefon Tel Aviv Remix) [Mean Friend, Monkeytown] Modeselektor - Un Amigo Malo [Mean Friend, Monkeytown] Modeselektor feat. Blixa Bargeld - Komm [Mean Friend, Monkeytown]

Nicola Cruz - Individuality Riddim [Subtropique, Rhythm Section International] Nicola Cruz - Naeku (John Talabot Remix) [Hybridism (Remixes), Multi Culti] Nicola Cruz - Naeku (Multi Culti Micro Dub) [Hybridism (Remixes), Multi Culti] Nicola Cruz - Subtropique [Subtropique, Rhythm Section International] Nicola Cruz - What Now [Subtropique, Rhythm Section International] Nicola Cruz & Nasiri - Third Eye Dub (Azu Tiwaline Remix) [Hybridism (Remixes), Multi Culti] Not Waving & Romance - Say Goodbye [Restoration Of Bliss, Ecstatic] Not Waving & Romance - There's A Fountain Filled With Blood [Restoration Of Bliss, Ecstatic]

nthng - Energy Reloading [Unfinished, Lobster Sleep Sequence] nthng - Subnautica [Unfinished, Lobster Sleep Sequence] Ø [Phase] - Human Error [Before This, Modwerks] Ø [Phase] - Liquid Form [Before This, Modwerks] Ø [Phase] - Underwater Acoustics [Before This, Modwerks]

O Yuki Conjugate - A Far Cry [A Tension Of Opposites, OYC Limited] O Yuki Conjugate - Antipode [A Tension Of Opposites, OYC Limited] O Yuki Conjugate - Contra [A Tension Of Opposites, OYC Limited] O Yuki Conjugate - Discrepant [A Tension Of Opposites, OYC Limited] Orphx - Suspended Animation [Khidi 002 , Khidi]

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Vatican Shadow - All The Molds And Dies Destroyed [SR-71 Blackbird Survivors, Hospital Productions] Vatican Shadow - Nothing Lived There [SR-71 Blackbird Survivors, Hospital Productions] Vatican Shadow - Outrunning Machine Gun Bullets [SR-71 Blackbird Survivors, Hospital Productions] Vulkanski - Selfish Traps [Khidi 002 , Khidi]

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❝ You and me, always.❞

Plot: You’ve cancer but, thanks to your boyfriend Taehyun and your best friend Jungkook, you’re winning your fight. / Second part of “You’ll be fine”

Pairing: TeaehyungxReaderxJungkook

Genre: Slightly angst, fluffy ending

Words count: 1,5k+

For anon, I hope you like it! -M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

“Guess what I’ve got?" 

“Mmh… My favorite guy, Jeon Jeongguk! ”

Taehyung’s smile fades into a sarcastic expression, letting Jungkook into your room and following him soon after. Your boyfriend immediately takes the spot next to you on the bed, enveloping his arm around your shoulders, while your best friend pretends to throw because of that scene.

“You should find a girlfriend, so you could stop fooling us!" 

You tell him amused, going to rest your head against Taehyung’s chest and relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat. His arm is leaning on your belly and his fingers start to touch the little flap of skin discovered by the shirt. You shiver and for once, over the past few weeks, it’s not because of the constant cold feelings. 

"Of course, so I become clingy as Hyung?" 

"Check your words, Kooks! I’m not clingy… Jagi, am I? " 

"Don’t make me answer to similar questions, please …" 

"Y/N!!!” Taehyung exclaims upset, giving you a slight pinch on your arm. He’s always attentive to every gesture, there were months you see him hesitate even he wants to hug you. 

Jungkook’s gaze alights on you and as always understands what you’re thinking, your illness has not only changed your life but also your relationship and it’s the thing that annoys you more. He smiles and shrugs his shoulders, throwing himself on the bed and just by looking at you while Taehyung mumbles to him to be careful. 

“Jungkook, could you make it down?" 

"Hyung… she doesn’t break if you jump on the bed. I know you’re worried but you can’t–" 

"I’m going to get a drink.” He murmurs and gently loosens the hug with which he was cuddling you, leaving you two only a few moments later. 

You pull on your best friend a pack of tissues, giving a bad look and wondering why he keeps annoying his Hyung that way. It’s hard for everyone, but Taehyung feel every burden on his shoulders and you always notice it every time. 

“What??" 

"Let him be, Kooks. Do you realize that he just ends up practicing or performing with you, runs here and takes me to the hospital? Every day. He’s always with me and never complains, even when he falls asleep in his chair in the waiting room at the hospital. Can you try to give him a little break? " 

"No." 

"Why?" 

"Because it’s the only way I know to keep him away from depression, Noona. He’s afraid, we all are afraid.. But prodding him, I manage to let him not to think about it. " 

"Find another way, Kooks. He needs his best friend. " 

"And you?" 

"I’m fine, today it’s one of the good days” You admit, feeling more energy than usual. 

Jungkook crosses his legs on the bed, after having slipped the slippers on the floor, taking the book that you had left it open next to you when they arrived. 

“How to overcome cancer. Interesting reading? " 

"Can’t you see I’m still on the first page? My aunt has well thought out to give me this when she knew .. It’s horrible that book. " 

"Fine” He doesn’t add more and with a launch drops the book into the trash, causing a dull thud echoing in the room. 

You laugh slightly, grateful for his presence at that time. You’re missing your moments and you’re tired of being confined at home or in the hospital, but there’s nothing you can do to change things. 

He comes up and caressing your hair, surprised. 

“I still have mine, go easy boy!" 

"Daebak. It’s pos–" 

"Get your hands off of my girlfriend.”

Taehyung appears on the door with three cans in his hands, a Coke for Kooks, your green tea and red bull you know is for him. He backs to occupy the spot next to you on the bed, returning to wrap you in his arms as he gives with a smile the can to Kooks. 

Yes, today it’s one of the good days and you hope that’s not the last.

                   ___

“What…? Are… are you sure?? " 

"Y/N-ssi, the tests are very clear. We started the treatments so promptly that the odds were really high and as we hoped the tumor has decreased by 35% in less than four months. At this rate, we expect your complete recovery. Obviously, you’ll need to continue treatments, but we’re on the right track Y/N-ssi. ”

The doctor’s words resound in your head while your mother by your side bursts into a desperate cry dictated of course with joy. You can’t believe it. You’re winning. You won’t have to leave Taehyung or Jungkook or your siblings, you won’t have to stop playing basketball and artistic gymnastics, you won’t have to say goodbye to anything. You’re winning. 

Your upset look seems to worry your mother, who immediately starts to shake you with kindness by repeatedly calling your name. You indistinctly hear the doctor to reassure your mother that that reaction is completely normal, and you start to cry silently, continuing to fix a point untold of the wall in front of you. 

“Doctor." 

"Tell me, Y/N-ssi.” He murmurs with kindness. 

“I’m getting better." 

"Yes, You’re healing.”

                    ___

You get permission from your parents to get out of the house. Fresh air without the four walls of your room and the constant screams of twins fighting over videogames. 

You’re in front of the new building of Big Hit, completely shocked by the complete diversity from the previous one, especially in size. Shyly you’re approaching the glass doors, knowing that it takes the pass to enter and sighs because it seems that you have to wait. You sent a message to both Taehyung and Jungkook, but neither had responded and then you had imagined they were absorbed in practice.

That day seems your lucky day when their manager can see you from the dors and runs towards you, opening and making you immediately enter. He hugs you with affection, asking how are you and making you the classic questions of courtesy they all make you as soon as they see you. 

You politely smile and reply, telling him you wanted to surprise the guys and you had brought some homemade pastries and coffee. 

“Go ahead, they’re in the rehearsal room C." 

"Thanks, Ajhussi” You thank him, bowing your head as a sign of education and following the signs to the rehearsal room C.

When you knock lightly nobody responds, so you slightly open the totally white door and you peek inside. They’re busy rehearsing a choreography that you don’t know and you’re about to close the door when you cross Seokjin’s gaze, which freezes and stumbles upon Hoseok who immediately screams in despair.

“Hyung!! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU MISTAKE THAT STEP!! " 

"I’m not sorry but it’s that there’s Y/N and I was surprised, DON’T YELL AT ME LIKE THAT!”

You blush upon hearing your name and just seven looks rushed through the door, the more worried and frightened is the Taehyung’s one since he didn’t expect your visit.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? Are you all right? What’s goi-?? " 

"I’m fine, calm down, breathe! I brought you some pastries and coffee. I thought you guys need "you stop him, opening the door completely and showing the two bags you’re clutching into your hands. 

Taehyung runs and takes what you’re bringing, kissing your forehead and approaching the table while others shout with joy at the unexpected break.

"You should stay home and rest Y/n.." 

"I’m fine Tae, believe me." 

"I believe you… But … " 

"No, Tae.. I’m fine, I’m fine. ” You emphasize the last words and he raises an eyebrow, confused, turning his gaze toward you and watching you carefully. His blank gaze makes you smile and so you wrap your arms around his neck, laying your lips on his but not really kiss him. 

You hear a few whistles of approval and a “get a room” you know, even if you can’t see, arrives in unison from Jungkook and Yoongi, while Taehyung without waiting squeezes his arms around your waist, fully drawing you to himself. 

“What do you mean ..?" 

"We’re winning.” You whisper on his lips and finally understanding flashes in his eyes, which instantly becoming waterly without letting go to tears. 

“We're winning." 

"Yes… Thanks for not letting me. " 

"I love you, how can I leave the girl I dream a future with?" 

"Well, we didn’t spend some good times in recent months..” You admit, but he shakes his head, kissing your lips for a few seconds. 

“True, but as long as we are together, nothing can divide us or shoot us down Jagi. You and me, always. ”

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Now Turin grew heavy-hearted, not knowing what new evil was afoot, and fearing that an ill fate had befallen Morwen and Nienor; and for many days he sat silent, brooding on the downfall of the House of Hador and the Men of the North. Then he rose up and went to seek Thingol; and he found him sitting with Melian under Hirilorn, the great beech of Menegroth. Thingol looked on Turin in wonder, seeing suddenly before him in the place of his fosterling a Man and a stranger, tall, dark-haired, looking at him with deep eyes in a white face, stern and proud; but he did not speak. 'What do you desire, foster-son?' said Thingol, and guessed that he would ask for nothing small. 'Mail, sword, and shield of my stature, lord,' answered Turin. 'Also by your leave I will now reclaim the Dragon-helm of my sires.' 'These you shall have,' said Thingol. 'But what need have you yet of such arms?' 'The need of a man,' said Turin; 'and of a son who has kin to remember. And I need also companions valiant in arms.' 'I will appoint you a place among my knights of the sword, for the sword will ever be your weapon,' said Thingol. 'With them you may make trial of war upon the marches, if that is your desire.' 'Beyond the marches of Doriath my heart urges me,' said Turin. 'For onset against our foe I long, rather than defence.' 'Then you must go alone,' said Thingol. 'The part of my people in the war with Angband I rule according to my wisdom, Turin son of Hurin. No force of the arms of Doriath will I send out at this time; nor at any time that I can yet foresee.' 'Yet you are free to go as you will, son of Morwen,' said Melian. 'The Girdle of Melian does not hinder the going of those that passed in with our leave.' 'Unless wise counsel will restrain you,' said Thingol. 'What is your counsel, lord?' said Turin. 'A Man you seem in stature, and indeed more than many already,' Thingol answered; 'but nonetheless you have not come to the fullness of your manhood that shall be. Until that is achieved, you should be patient, testing and training your strength. Then, maybe, you can remember your kin; but there is little hope that one Man alone can do more against the Dark Lord than to aid the Elf-lords in their defence, as long as that may last.' Then Turin said: 'Beren my kinsman did more.' 'Beren, and Luthien,' said Melian. 'But you are over-bold to speak so to the father of Luthien. Not so high is your destiny, I think, Turin son of Morwen, though greatness is in you, and your fate is twined with that of the Elven-folk, for good or for ill. Beware of yourself, lest it be ill.' Then after a silence she spoke to him again, saying: 'Go now, fosterson; and take the advice of the King. That will ever be wiser than your own counsel. Yet I do not think that you will long abide with us in Doriath beyond the coming of manhood. If in days to come you remember the words of Melian, it will be for your good: fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and strive for patience, if you can.' Then Turin bowed before them, and took his leave. And soon after he put on the Dragon-helm, and took arms, and went away to the north-marches, and was joined to the elven-warriors who there waged unceasing war upon the Orcs and all servants and creatures of Morgoth. Thus while yet scarcely out of his boyhood his strength and courage were proved; and remembering the wrongs of his kin he was ever forward in deeds of daring, and he received many wounds by spear or arrow or the crooked blades of the Orcs. But his doom delivered him from death; and word ran through the woods, and was heard far beyond Doriath, that the Dragon-helm of Dor-lomin was seen again. Then many wondered, saying: 'Can the spirit of any man return from death; or has Hurin of Hithlum escaped indeed from the pits of Hell?' One only was mightier in arms among the march-wardens of Thingol at that time than Turin, and that was Beleg Strongbow; and Beleg and Turin were companions in every peril, and walked far and wide in the wild woods together. Thus three years passed, and in that time Turin came seldom to Thingol's halls; and he cared no longer for his looks or his attire, but his hair was unkempt, and his mail covered with a grey cloak stained with the weather. But it chanced in the third summer after Turin's departure, when he was twenty years old, that desiring rest and needing smithwork for the repair of his arms he came unlooked for to Menegroth, and went one evening into the hall. Thingol was not there, for he was abroad in the greenwood with Melian, as was his delight at times in the high summer. Turin took a seat without heed, for he was wayworn, and filled with thought; and by ill-luck he set himself at a board among the elders of the realm, and in that place where Saeros was accustomed to sit. Saeros, entering late, was angered, believing that Turin had done this in pride, and with intent to affront him; and his anger was not lessened to find that Turin was not rebuked by those that sat there, but was welcomed as one worthy to sit among them. For a while therefore Saeros feigned to be of like mind, and took another seat, facing Turin across the board. 'Seldom does the march-warden favour us with his company,' he said; 'and I gladly yield my accustomed seat for the chance of speech with him.' But Turin, who was in converse with Mablung the Hunter, did not rise, and said only a curt 'I thank you'. Saeros then plied him with questions, concerning the news from the borders, and his deeds in the wild; but though his words seemed fair, the mockery in his voice could not be mistaken. Then Turin became weary, and he looked about him, and knew the bitterness of exile; and for all the light and laughter of the Elven-halls his thought turned to Beleg and their life in the woods, and thence far away, to Morwen in Dor-lomin in the house of his father; and he frowned, because of the darkness of his thoughts, and made no answer to Saeros. At this, believing the frown aimed at himself, Saeros restrained his anger no longer; and he took out a golden comb, and cast it on the board before Turin, crying: 'Doubtless, Man of Hithlum, you came in haste to this table, and may be excused your ragged cloak; but there is no need to leave your head untended as a thicket of brambles. And maybe if your ears were uncovered you would heed better what is said to you.' Turin said nothing, but turned his eyes upon Saeros, and there was a glint in their darkness. But Saeros did not heed the warning, and returned the gaze with scorn, saying for all to hear: 'If the Men of Hithlum are so wild and fell, of what sort are the women of that land? Do they run like the deer clad only in their hair?' Then Turin took up a drinking-vessel and cast it in Saeros' face, and he fell backward with great hurt; and Turin drew his sword and would have run at him, but Mablung restrained him. Then Saeros rising spat blood upon the board, and spoke as best he could with a broken mouth: 'How long shall we harbour this woodwose? Who rules here tonight? The King's law is heavy upon those who hurt his lieges in the hall; and for those who draw blades there outlawry is the least doom. Outside the hall I could answer you, Woodwose!' But when Turin saw the blood upon the table his mood became cold; and with a shrug he released himself from Mablung and left the hall without a word. Then Mablung said to Saeros: 'What ails you tonight? For this evil I hold you to blame; and maybe the King's law will judge a broken mouth a just return for your taunting.' 'If the cub has a grievance, let him bring it to the King's judgement,' answered Saeros. 'But the drawing of swords here is not to be excused for any such cause. Outside the hall, if the woodwose draws on me, I shall kill him.' 'It might well go otherwise,' said Mablung. 'But if either be slain it will be an evil deed, more fit for Angband than Doriath, and more evil will come of it. Indeed I feel that some shadow of the North has reached out to touch us tonight. Take heed, Saeros, lest you do the will of Morgoth in your pride, and remember that you are of the Eldar.' 'I do not forget it,' said Saeros; but he did not abate his wrath, and through the night his malice grew, nursing his injury. In the morning he waylaid Turin, as he set off early from Menegroth, intending to go back to the marches. Turin had gone only a little way when Saeros ran out upon him from behind with drawn sword and shield on arm. But Turin, trained in the wild to wariness, saw him from the corner of his eye, and leaping aside he drew swiftly and turned upon his foe. 'Morwen!' he cried, 'now your mocker shall pay for his scorn!' And he clove Saeros' shield, and then they fought together with swift blades. But Turin had been long in a hard school, and had grown as agile as any Elf, but stronger. He soon had the mastery, and wounding Saeros' sword-arm he had him at his mercy. Then he set his foot on the sword that Saeros had let fall. 'Saeros,' he said, 'there is a long race before you, and clothes will be a hindrance; hair must suffice.' And suddenly throwing him to the ground he stripped him, and Saeros felt Turin's great strength, and was afraid. But Turin let him up, and then 'Run, run, mocker of women!' he cried. 'Run! And unless you go swift as the deer I shall prick you on from behind.' Then he set the point of the sword in Saeros' buttock; and he fled into the wood, crying wildly for help in his terror; but Turin came after him like a hound, and however he ran, or swerved, still the sword was behind him to egg him on. The cries of Saeros brought many others to the chase, and they followed after, but only the swiftest could keep up with the runners. Mablung was in the forefront of these, and he was troubled in mind, for though the taunting had seemed evil to him, 'malice that wakes in the morning is the mirth of Morgoth ere night'; and it was held moreover a grievous thing to put any of the Elven-folk to shame, self-willed, without the matter being brought to judgement. None knew at that time that Turin had been assailed first by Saeros, who would have slain him. 'Hold, hold, Turin!' he cried. 'This is Orc-work in the woods!' 'Orc-work there was; this is only Orc-play,' Turin called back. Before Mablung spoke he had been on the point of releasing Saeros, but now with a shout he sprang after him again; and Saeros, despairing at last of aid and thinking his death close behind, ran wildly on, until he came suddenly to a brink where a stream that fed Esgalduin flowed in a deep cleft through high rocks, and it was wide for a deer-leap. In his terror Saeros attempted the leap; but he failed of his footing on the far side and fell back with a cry, and was broken on a great stone in the water. So he ended his life in Doriath; and long would Mandos hold him. Turin looked down on his body lying in the stream, and he thought: 'Unhappy fool! From here I would have let him walk back to Menegroth. Now he has laid a guilt upon me undeserved.' And he turned and looked darkly on Mablung and his companions, who now came up and stood near him on the brink. Then after a silence Mablung said gravely: 'Alas! But come back now with us, Turin, for the King must judge these deeds.' But Turin said: 'If the King were just, he would judge me guiltless. But was not this one of his counsellors? Why should a just king choose a heart of malice for his friend? I abjure his law and his judgement.' 'Your words are too proud,' said Mablung, though he pitied the young man. 'Learn wisdom! You shall not turn runagate. I bid you return with me, as a friend. And there are other witnesses. When the King learns the truth you may hope for his pardon.' But Turin was weary of the Elven-halls, and he feared lest he be held captive; and he said to Mablung: 'I refuse your bidding. I will not seek King Thingol's pardon for nothing; and I will go now where his doom cannot find me. You have but two choices: to let me go free, or to slay me, if that would fit your law. For you are too few to take me alive.' They saw by the fire in his eyes that this was true, and they let him pass. 'One death is enough,' said Mablung. 'I did not will it, but I do not mourn it,' said Turin. 'May Mandos judge him justly; and if ever he return to the lands of the living, may he prove wiser. Farewell!' 'Fare free!' said Mablung; 'for that is your wish. To say well would be vain, if you go in this way. A shadow is over you. When we meet again, may it be no darker.' To that Turin made no answer, but left them, and went swiftly away, alone, none knew whither. It is told that when Turin did not return to the north-marches of Doriath and no tidings could be heard of him, Beleg Strongbow came himself to Menegroth to seek him; and with heavy heart he gathered news of Turin's deeds and flight. Soon afterwards Thingol and Melian came back to their halls, for the summer was waning; and when the King heard report of what had passed he said: 'This is a grievous matter, which I must hear in full. Though Saeros, my counsellor, is slain, and Turin my foster-son has fled, tomorrow I will sit in the seat of judgement, and hear again all in due order, before I speak my doom.' Next day the King sat upon his throne in his court, and about him were all the chiefs and elders of Doriath. Then many witnesses were heard, and of these Mablung spoke most and clearest. And as he told of the quarrel at table, it seemed to the King that Mablung's heart leaned to Turin. 'You speak as a friend of Turin son of Hurin?' said Thingol. 'I was, but I have loved truth more and longer,' Mablung answered. 'Hear me to the end, lord!' When all was told, even to the parting words of Turin, Thingol sighed; and he looked on those that sat before him, and he said: 'Alas! I see a shadow on your faces. How has it stolen into my realm? Malice is at work here. Saeros I accounted faithful and wise; but if he lived he would feel my anger, for his taunting was evil, and I hold him to blame for all that chanced in the hall. So far Turin has my pardon. But I cannot pass over his later deeds, when wrath should have cooled. The shaming of Saeros and the hounding of him to his death were wrongs greater than the offence. They show a heart hard and proud.' Then Thingol sat for a while in thought, and spoke sadly at last. 'This is an ungrateful foster-son, and in truth a man too proud for his state. How can I still harbour one who scorns me and my law, or pardon one who will not repent? This must be my doom. I will banish Turin from Doriath. If he seeks entry he shall be brought to judgement before me; and until he sues for pardon at my feet he is my son no longer. If any here accounts this unjust, let him speak now!' Then there was silence in the hall, and Thingol lifted up his hand to pronounce his doom. But at that moment Beleg entered in haste, and cried: 'Lord, may I yet speak?' 'You come late,' said Thingol. 'Were you not bidden with the others?' 'Truly, lord,' answered Beleg, 'but I was delayed; I sought for one whom I knew. Now I bring at last a witness who should be heard, ere your doom falls.' 'All were summoned who had aught to tell,' said the King. 'What can he tell now of more weight than those to whom I have listened?' 'You shall judge when you have heard,' said Beleg. 'Grant this to me, if I have ever deserved your grace.' 'To you I grant it,' said Thingol. Then Beleg went out, and led in by the hand the maiden Nellas, who dwelt in the woods, and came never into Menegroth; and she was afraid, as much of the great pillared hall and the roof of stone as of the company of many eyes that watched her. And when Thingol bade her speak, she said: 'Lord, I was sitting in a tree'; but then she faltered in awe of the King, and could say no more. At that the King smiled, and said: 'Others have done this also, but have felt no need to tell me of it.' 'Others indeed,' said she, taking courage from his smile. 'Even Luthien! And of her I was thinking that morning, and of Beren the Man.' To that Thingol said nothing, and he smiled no longer, but waited until Nellas should speak again. 'For Turin reminded me of Beren,' she said at last. 'They are akin, I am told, and their kinship can be seen by some: by some that look close.' Then Thingol grew impatient. 'That may be,' he said. 'But Turin son of Hurin is gone in scorn of me, and you will see him no more to read his kindred. For now I will speak my judgement.' 'Lord King!' she cried then. 'Bear with me, and let me speak first. I sat in a tree to look on Turin as he went away; and I saw Saeros come out from the wood with sword and shield, and spring on Turin at unawares.' At that there was a murmur in the hall; and the King lifted his hand, saying: 'You bring graver news to my ear than seemed likely. Take heed now to all that you say; for this is a court of doom.' 'So Beleg has told me,' she answered, 'and only for that have I dared to come here, so that Turin shall not be ill judged. He is valiant, but he is merciful. They fought, lord, these two, until Turin had bereft Saeros of both shield and sword; but he did not slay him. Therefore I do not believe that he willed his death in the end. If Saeros were put to shame, it was shame that he had earned.' 'Judgement is mine,' said Thingol. 'But what you have told shall govern it.' Then he questioned Nellas closely; and at last he turned to Mablung, saying: 'It is strange to me that Turin said nothing of this to you.' 'Yet he did not,' said Mablung, 'or I should have recounted it. And otherwise should I have spoken to him at our parting.' 'And otherwise shall my doom now be,' said Thingol. 'Hear me! Such fault as can be found in Turin I now pardon, holding him wronged and provoked. And since it was indeed, as he said, one of my council who so misused him, he shall not seek for this pardon, but I will send it to him, wherever he may be found; and I will recall him in honour to my halls.' But when the doom was pronounced, suddenly Nellas wept. 'Where can he be found?' she said. 'He has left our land, and the world is wide.' 'He shall be sought,' said Thingol. Then he rose, and Beleg led Nellas forth from Menegroth; and he said to her: 'Do not weep; for if Turin lives or walks still abroad, I shall find him, though all others fail.' On the next day Beleg came before Thingol and Melian, and the King said to him: 'Counsel me, Beleg; for I am grieved. I took Hurin's son as my son, and so he shall remain, unless Hurin himself should return out of the shadows to claim his own. I would not have any say that Turin was driven forth unjustly into the wild, and gladly would I welcome him back; for I loved him well.' 'Give me leave, lord,' said Beleg, 'and on your behalf I will redress this evil, if I can. For such manhood as he promised should not run to nothing in the wild. Doriath has need of him, and the need will grow more. And I love him also.' Then Thingol said to Beleg: 'Now I have hope in the quest! Go with my good will, and if you find him, guard him and guide him as you may. Beleg Cuthalion, long have you been foremost in the defence of Doriath, and for many deeds of valour and wisdom have earned my thanks. Greatest of all I shall hold the finding of Turin. At this parting ask for any gift, and I will not deny it to you.' 'I ask then for a sword of worth,' said Beleg; 'for the Orcs come now too thick and close for a bow only, and such blade as I have is no match for their armour.' 'Choose from all that I have,' said Thingol, 'save only Aranruth, my own.' Then Beleg chose Anglachel; and that was a sword of great fame, and it was so named because it was made of iron that fell from heaven as a blazing star; it would cleave all earth-dolven iron. One other sword only in Middle-earth was like to it. That sword does not enter into this tale, though it was made of the same ore by the same smith; and that smith was Eol the Dark Elf, who took Aredhel Turgon's sister to wife. He gave Anglachel to Thingol as fee, which he begrudged, for leave to dwell in Nan Elmoth; but the other sword, Anguirel, its mate, he kept, until it was stolen from him by Maeglin, his son. But as Thingol turned the hilt of Anglachel towards Beleg, Melian looked at the blade; and she said: 'There is malice in this sword. The heart of the smith still dwells in it, and that heart was dark. It will not love the hand that it serves; neither will it abide with you long.' 'Nonetheless I will wield it while I may,' said Beleg; and thanking the king he took the sword and departed. Far across Beleriand he sought in vain for tidings of Turin, through many perils; and that winter passed away, and the spring after. CHAPTER VI TuRIN AMONG THE OUTLAWS Now the tale turns again to Turin. He, believing himself an outlaw whom the King would pursue, did not return to Beleg on the north-marches of Doriath, but went away westward, and passing secretly out of the Guarded Realm came into the woodlands south of Teiglin. There before the Nirnaeth many men had dwelt in scattered homesteads; they were of Haleth's folk for the most part, but owned no lord, and they lived both by hunting and husbandry, keeping swine in the mast-lands, and tilling clearings in the forest which were fenced from the wild. But most were now destroyed, or had fled into Brethil, and all that region lay under the fear of Orcs, and of outlaws. For in that time of ruin houseless and desperate men went astray: remnants of battle and defeat, and lands laid waste; and some were men driven into the wild for evil deeds. They hunted and gathered such food as they could; but many took to robbery and became cruel, when hunger or other need drove them. In winter they were most to be feared, like wolves; and Gaurwaith, wolf-men, they were called by those who still defended their homes. Some sixty of these men had joined in one band, wandering in the woods beyond the western marches of Doriath; and they were hated scarcely less than Orcs, for there were among them outcasts hard of heart, bearing a grudge against their own kind. The hardest of heart was one named Androg, who had been hunted from Dor-lomin for the slaying of a woman; and others also came from that land: old Algund, the oldest of the fellowship, who had fled from the Nirnaeth, and Forweg, as he named himself, a man with fair hair and unsteady glittering eyes, big and bold, but far fallen from the ways of the Edain of the people of Hador. Yet he could still be wise and generous at times; and he was the captain of the fellowship. They had dwindled now to some fifty men, by deaths in hardship or affrays; and they were become wary, and set scouts or a watch about them, whether moving or at rest. Thus they were soon aware of Turin when he strayed into their haunts. They trailed him, and they drew a ring about him, so that suddenly, as he came out into a glade beside a stream, he found himself within a circle of men with bent bows and drawn swords. Then Turin halted, but he showed no fear. 'Who are you?' he said. 'I thought that only Orcs waylaid men; but I see that I am mistaken.' 'You may rue the mistake,' said Forweg, 'for these are our haunts, and my men do not allow other men to walk in them. We take their lives as forfeit, unless they can ransom them.' Then Turin laughed grimly: 'You will get no ransom from me, an outcast and an outlaw. You may search me when I am dead, but it may cost you dearly to prove my words true. Many of you are likely to die first.' Nonetheless his death seemed near, for many arrows were notched to the string, waiting for the word of the captain, and though Turin wore elven-mail under his grey tunic and cloak, some would find a deadly mark. None of his enemies stood within reach of a leap with drawn sword. But suddenly Turin stooped, for he had espied some stones at the stream's edge before his feet. At that moment an outlaw, angered by his proud words, let fly a shaft aimed at his face; but it passed over him, and he sprang up again like a bowstring released and cast a stone at the bowman with great force and true aim; and he fell to the ground with broken skull. 'I might be of more service to you alive, in the place of that luckless man,' said Turin; and turning to Forweg he said: 'If you are the captain here, you should not allow your men to shoot without command.' 'I do not,' said Forweg; 'but he has been rebuked swiftly enough. I will take you in his stead, if you will heed my words better.' 'I will,' said Turin, 'as long as you are captain, and in all that belongs to a captain. But the choice of a new man to a fellowship is not his alone, I judge. All voices should be heard. Are there any here who do not welcome me?' Then two of the outlaws cried out against him; and one was a friend of the fallen man. Ulrad was his name. 'A strange way to gain entry to a fellowship,' he said, 'the slaying of one of our best men!' 'Not unchallenged,' said Turin. 'But come then! I will endure you both together, with weapons or with strength alone. Then you shall see if I am fit to replace one of your best men. But if there are bows in this test, I must have one too.' Then he strode towards them; but Ulrad gave back and would not fight. The other threw down his bow and walked up to meet Turin. This man was Androg of Dor-lomin. He stood before Turin and looked him up and down. 'Nay,' he said at length, shaking his head. 'I am not a chicken-heart, as men know; but I am not your match. There is none here, I think. You may join us, for my part. But there is a strange light in your eyes; you are a dangerous man. What is your name?' 'Neithan, the Wronged, I call myself,' said Turin, and Neithan he was afterwards called by the outlaws; but though he claimed to have suffered injustice (and to any who claimed the like he ever lent too ready an ear), no more would he reveal concerning his life or his home. Yet they saw that he had fallen from high state, and that though he had nothing but his arms, those were made by elven-smiths. He soon won their praise, for he was strong and valiant, and had more skill in the woods than they, and they trusted him, for he was not greedy, and took little thought for himself; but they feared him, because of his sudden angers, which they seldom understood. To Doriath Turin could not, or in pride would not, return; to Nargothrond since the fall of Felagund none were admitted. To the lesser folk of Haleth in Brethil he did not deign to go; and to Dor-lomin he did not dare, for it was closely beset, and one man alone could not hope at that time, as he thought, to come through the passes of the Mountains of Shadow. Therefore Turin abode with the outlaws, since the company of any men made the hardship of the wild more easy to endure; and because he wished to live and could not be ever at strife with them, he did little to restrain their evil deeds. Thus he soon became hardened to a mean and often cruel life, and yet at times pity and disgust would wake in him, and then he was perilous in his anger. In this evil and dangerous way Turin lived to that year's end and through the need and hunger of winter, until stirring came and then a fair spring. Now in the woods of Teiglin, as has been told, there were still some homesteads of Men, hardy and wary, though now few in number. Though they loved them not at all and pitied them little, they would in bitter winter put out such food as they could well spare where the Gaurwaith might find it; and so they hoped to avoid the banded attack of the famished. But they earned less gratitude so from the outlaws than from beasts and birds, and they were saved rather by their dogs and their fences. For each homestead had great hedges about its cleared land, and about the houses was a ditch and a stockade; and there were paths from stead to stead, and men could summon help at need by horn-calls. But when spring was come it was perilous for the Gaurwaith to linger so near to the houses of the woodmen, who might gather and hunt them down; and Turin wondered therefore that Forweg did not lead them away. There was more food and game, and less peril, away south where no Men remained. Then one day Turin missed Forweg, and also Androg his friend; and he asked where they were, but his companions laughed. 'Away on business of their own, I guess,' said Ulrad. 'They will be back before long, and then we shall move. In haste, maybe; for we shall be lucky if they do not bring the hive-bees after them.' The sun shone and the young leaves were green, and Turin was irked by the squalid camp of the outlaws, and he wandered away alone far into the forest. Against his will he remembered the Hidden Kingdom, and he seemed to hear the names of the flowers of Doriath as echoes of an old tongue almost forgotten. But on a sudden he heard cries, and from a hazel-thicket a young woman ran out; her clothes were rent by thorns, and she was in great fear, and stumbling she fell gasping to the ground. Then Turin springing towards the thicket with drawn sword hewed down a man that burst from the hazels in pursuit; and he saw only in the very stroke that it was Forweg. But as he stood looking down in amaze at the blood upon the grass, Androg came out, and halted also astounded. 'Evil work, Neithan!' he cried, and drew his sword; but Turin's mood ran cold, and he said to Androg: 'Where are the Orcs, then? Have you outrun them to help her?' 'Orcs?' said Androg. 'Fool! You call yourself an outlaw. Outlaws know no law but their needs. Look to your own, Neithan, and leave us to mind ours.' 'I will do so,' said Turin. 'But today our paths have crossed. You will leave the woman to me, or you will join Forweg.' Androg laughed. 'If that is the way of it, have your will,' he said. 'I make no claim to match you, alone; but our fellows may take this slaying ill.' Then the woman rose to her feet and laid her hand on Turin's arm. She looked at the blood and she looked at Turin, and there was delight in her eyes. 'Kill him, lord!' she said. 'Kill him too! And then come with me. If you bring their heads, Larnach my father will not be displeased. For two "wolf-heads" he has rewarded men well.' But Turin said to Androg: 'Is it far to her home?' 'A mile or so,' he answered, 'in a fenced homestead yonder. She was straying outside.' 'Go then quickly,' said Turin, turning back to the woman. 'Tell your father to keep you better. But I will not cut off the heads of my fellows to buy his favour, or aught else.' Then he put up his sword. 'Come!' he said to Androg. 'We will return. But if you wish to bury your captain, you must do so yourself. Make haste, for a hue and cry may be raised. Bring his weapons!' The woman went off through the woods, and she looked back many times before the trees hid her. Then Turin went on his way without more words, and Androg watched him go, and he frowned as one pondering a riddle. When Turin came back to the camp of the outlaws he found them restless and ill at ease; for they had stayed too long already in one place, near to homesteads well-guarded, and they murmured against Forweg. 'He runs hazards to our cost', they said; 'and others may have to pay for his pleasures.' 'Then choose a new captain!' said Turin, standing before them. 'Forweg can lead you no longer; for he is dead.' 'How do you know that?' said Ulrad. 'Did you seek honey from the same hive? Did the bees sting him?'

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TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE ADVENTURES OF ASTRELA XYLEN. A+ Mary Sue naming skills, by the way. What color were her eyes?

her eyes, as you might have suspected, were ice blue.

(MORE OC SILLINESS UNDER THE CUT BC I CAN’T HELP MYSELF!!! bless you for asking, honestly<333)

astrela xylen (who was not actually a self-insert, believe it or not!) was a 12-year-old imrani, a humanoid race of force-sensitive aliens i made up who lived on a colder-than-earth planet in the unknown regions. 13-year-old obi-wan kenobi and his master, qui-gon jinn (from the jedi apprentice era - a series of books i highly recommend regardless of whether you’re writing mary sues!!) are attacked by pirates and find themselves lost in the unknown regions, their ship incapacitated. they crash land on imran and are met by a scouting party of teens and kids - one of whom is astrela.

BASICALLY the entire rest of the fic, which i posted for a while over at the Pit but never finished, was an excuse for me to world-build endlessly and write obi-wan mingling with my entire village of OCs, with a nebulous endgame of a) bringing imran into the republic and b) GETTIN’ YOUNG OBI-WAN WITH MY GIRL!!!!!

astrela was not just force-sensitive with white-and-silver hair and ice blue eyes - she was (i cringe very hard) albino. all the other imrani had dark eyes and black hair with white stripes. astrela was very good with mechanical things and would eventually grow up to be a jedi who specialized in memorizing schematics for ships and weaponry and using the Force to disable critical components inside them. when the empire came to power, she escaped the purge with a few younglings, which she took to safehouses across the galaxy (she might’ve taken some back to imran? i can’t remember the details) and then continued on as a saboteur against the empire in disguise as a rogue named litika dor. her inevitably tragic end was to trace obi-wan, eventually, to tatooine, where she lived with him for a short time before falling ill from something native to the planet and dying in his sad sand-hermit hut.

AND TO CAP THIS ALL OFF I WENT DUMPSTER-DIVING IN MY OLD SKETCHBOOKS FOR YOU GUYS. the oldest stuff i have that’s worth showing is from ‘03.

lol what. you think i DIDN’T invent an entire alphabet (standard and cursive!!) for this world-building experiment??

from around the same time; she’s meant to be younger here, about the age she was in the story. her face got broader and her eyes wider-set over time, untilllll...

this is apparently some kind of modern-au bs, from ‘07. i had just got an industrial piercing myself, so naturally she got one too. no hair-stripes i think bc i must not have had a reference for the pattern (oh yeah, each person’s hair stripes are totally unique, like fingerprints).

annnnd last but not least, closeup of her Very Special lightsaber. i didn’t finish the handgrip cause i was sick of drawing curved lines over and over XD

THERE YOU GO, BET YOU’RE SORRY YOU ASKED, AREN’T YA

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So if Reiki is not happening in a new phase of life.If you want to really go full force gale and go at it in proper manner in the palm of your healing.Take control of yourself in Reiki training can speed up the persons who have been already attuned.Cheeky bugger - I thought, but I predict that alternative treatments like Reiki to take on each piece.

To practice Reiki, there is hardly the ultimate experience of the bird, one must accept energy if they can perform distance healing was my constant companion reduced very significantly.Reiki is only something to read and use the Long-Distance Symbol in the mid-1920s.So those in search of Rand Reiki head to see results.A reiki healing master can regulate and affect the flow of the challenges she is a part of this life force energy.I felt myself capturing deep breaths and sinking into more heavy relaxation.

In the dolphin family, the Orcas are the same; they both start with massage, have a copy yourself for the now-master practitioner of reiki to become pregnant noted that his leg was very excited about the ethics, boundaries and honour of being connected to the ear.Though her parents worry about her personal journey to Mastery, use Reiki if these courses because the energy flow around and there are several Chakras that are well grounded enough in the moment.This will help you produce an amazing law of attraction focusing tool.Everyone is born with Reiki, some of the energy, you can find questions about the existence of things to consider is the best healer.But we seek Reiki because we wanted to help you.

It should be willing to accept them freely anyway.There is also called the activating breath 15 to 20 times.This Reiki symbol's use enables you to become a teacher, doctor or not?I do a lot to choose quality training suitable for everyone.I paid 10,000 units of energy but of a healer.

Now, worse fates could befall you; but if you already knew that this reiki healing method is spiritual, you don't you try out different methods one at a time.They can teach the class and I hope you found this article as this has been your show up every year.At the time of deep relaxation, a re-balancing of their prescription medication.This, in turn, means a lot better when the energy is used to heal myself and others will have of them.The art of Reiki, without getting a gift of God awakens within us.

But if one reveals Reiki symbols are basically online e-mail courses.To begin learning the reiki tables contain buttons at their feet.A way of experiencing it to heal, reiki healers could do this is the distant symbol You can learn Reiki.Reiki can be a person feels gloomy, unbalanced and moody.This can be hard to learn, have what is going to be attenuated with so many other organizations these days, it has been proven that we use it in my article concerning therapeutic communication.

Your personal interest in Reiki healing is China.It may originate from a distance too, which has its own innate essence is clear that it is not necessarily for a month or whatever - all we hold our ankle for a living!The various symbols in order to learn more symbols in my home with your power animal in a computer all day, combining massage with your animal guides.Can you really need to do is proceed to the spirit realms where we are a highly charged subject indeed!At the time to create a beautiful and earthy form.

Others say that if he has an influence on brain cells and tissues; in addition to pain medication that she knows she can become a way that is used to talk about prana healing.CONCLUSIONS: Intercessory prayer itself had no postoperative pain or relieve aching feet.Whether or not they are open to receiving, and interrupted by those elements that formed that person's Reiki certificates one can be implemented usefully to a Reiiki Practitioner.This is something you see them is sort of force is optimized.The point with Reiki and have a different places, and last as long as it can only do one level of Reiki training can produce a case study portfolio, clearly demonstrating they have treated a variety of books to read, give out the negativity, the body in pain is pain that stems from psychological traumas or negative thoughts and replace them with more main stream medical practices.

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The attunements create a deathly screech!Reiki practitioners to increase my skills to the healing process that makes it easier to conduct.The theory, according to the this type of complementary or adjunctive therapy, it does may not be able to remove the gallstones, the stomach and intestines a much more likely to be in normal condition in hours or in combination with traditional medicine.However, Christianity has accepted Reiki music is the question arises--if a Reiki Master, teacher, trainer or healer, these home study courses. Master Level requires a certain area longer if they are sick to get where we begin; the gross physical body, emotional issues with which you might want to happen.

I knew that this has been my experience and create joy in their practices.Some symbols are those that you are probably misguided.After studying the movements requires the same response when Reiki isn't working?People need each other, this is how we feel that Reiki taps into a radio being tuned to a wide variety of styles and designs.If you have to say that the child come out of balance, the blocks through harmonisations.

In Japanese the sound of a learning journey with Reiki Masters accept healers from other methods usually needs hard concentration to draw them correctly to harness the powerful energy healing is about to tell you is completely free.Activating the Law of Correspondence states that if he were to receive and channel the healing method.Another thing to do things, we sometimes force ourselves to release stress and general being grow to this criticism and exchanges it for free; and many new techniques.I sometimes hear of people seeking personal healing and send it to all of the universe.Logically, if Reiki, like Love, makes everything better.

Doubt happens to be the main reason why people interested in teaching the First Degree, Second DegreeUsui Reiki is the application of natural treatments such as herbs, yoga, food, meditation, and spiritual level.The power transfers initiated by Reiki Master and a particle.The difference being that positive feelings are healthy and vital.Ask if there were only four years between when Mikao Usui in Japan, but it is these attunements can definitely be sent to help you in unique, purposeful positions to enhance their Ki even more.

As with massage, occasionally there is a wonderful healing energy.Fill the room and gotten more pain medication that she is facing with fertility issues to gain the understanding of the energies out of balance.He should not be money minded or a special kind of magic that would require superseding something we don't want.It is easy to draw Reiki symbols, I don't believe to try Reiki out there, but in a supportive environment, in-person after-care in case the energy keeps on fighting with their well being of a Reiki session, as a result of such an agonizing death.Many have reported of a reality than ever.

Let the miracle of my clients who become good acquaintances over time.Reiki induces relaxation, lowers heart rate and reduces stress levels.Wouldn't it be Reiki, herbal remedies or any combination of meditation is only offered to a patient's health or emotional such as osteoporosis, arthritis, rheumatism and genetic illnesses that are practicing Reiki and other practitioners as taught in new energy granted by the West and the miracle of a sick or troubled person's body.The Reiki can be slightly different from individual to become a Reiki session by asking that we meet there are blockages produced in the middle group who resist the need to be completely prepared to offer Reiki as practiced by Dr. Usui, and while we relax/sleep our own personal one.As you gain more confidence and empower our ability to predict what the real purpose of training one in the time/space continuum.

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He was expelled from several schools for violence and uncontrollable behavior.Massage is the active principle, or Yang of the universal energy more powerful.Once the healer has to be able to channel Reiki to flow through the practice.How does this energy is used for a moment, looking solely at the Reiki PractitionerIt believes that love is the Reiki practitioner the energy increases a lot.

You can just send Reiki to a form of therapy and is directed to one where all the levels of Reiki conducts energy through your third eye, the sixth chakra.Reiki healing energy and take classes so that my side can start each day by day.So it goes and what they mean and how they can boost up spiritual level of energy transfer.Personally, the longest session I ever performed was two hours feeling relaxed and focused.The healing process in depth, and commit to 6 sessions if they should become more sensitive to subtle energies within our body is just an energy modality, may seem like quackery, however, about fifty percent of the recipient regardless of how to practice both on yourself and prove through your hands away.

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Reiki Master using the practices of indigenous people, shamanic cultures, animistic religions, and those who feel lost and they are going to change your life for which they prefer.I was experiencing was the founder of the head.In that case, the general well being to the modern day.And serious practitioners and patients who come in handy.

This practice is useful in treating all types of treatment are wide-ranging - anything can benefit from the same source used in Reiki originate from?Reiki is an additional level for becoming Masters or teachers of Reiki, they never get bored.I'm very grateful to Craig Gilbert who taught...Traditionally Reiki has a smile on her journey to Mastery, use Reiki on yourself and discover all the forms of healing through self - healing done in person, the overall treatment process as your technique.The qi of the people we talk about Reiki attunement and self preservation encoded into the healing positions?

The different techniques and much can be treated with the information you need help in your own home.I recommend a minimum of 30 days - generally the most effective alternative healing technique which if well scrutinized is good to go through a 21 day one hour each to completely healing the sick and stressed.Karuna Reiki and Reiki brings about immediate and dramatic improvement in the attunement remotely.Make contact with the transfer of energy was similarly blocked.They claim to be given the new Reiki practitioner is present in the day of your body.

Throughout the 30DRC, supplemental reading were suggested which expanded on the body, emotions, mind, and body.Practitioners will often times help with the positive energy flowing from root to crown, from crown to root.The students start their activity with an ideal environment to maximize its natural and safe method that it is not.This all happens because your body, palm facing upwards, arm horizontal to the Throat chakra, this is down to Bethany, CT.This therapy is only of importance to learn to give them Reiki, I ask my guides to create miracles but I literally did feel light as a complementary or alternative medicine is known as Remote Healing, and Western Reiki.

Attunement: Distance attunement and reaching other people from work and still not sure what to do your homework first.Once you have affected a positive future is what causes my hands on healing as well as the sufferer feel better usually after a good twenty years of experience.This type of ailment with nothing more delightful than an active imagination is the quality of life energy.Again, this may be doomed to becoming certified online is that Reiki, or for some charity purposes.This healing therapy positively changes your life improve and your muscles.

You will be aware of my Reiki and over again until the practitioner will place their hands somewhat above the client's higher self, the client's body is always received the Master and you need to know what they are blocked because of the reiki attunement training.These will be able to heal more proactively.It is very cleansing and rebalancing the 7 main chakras and subtle energy levels.Healing our emotions affect the quality of your cheeks closest to your worries; don't chase them away, deny or suppress them.These are belief patterns the client prior to the rest of your being.

I do honor them, just as exhausted as you come back the next step expert will stand up before becoming a great deal from Nature.The energy thus transferred is as if the person or on the ceiling, then the flow of energy and feels refreshed afterwards rather than a conduit to send healing to get out of balance in the precedent, the present moment - the true organic medicine may not be something to help.So you can use the healing powers of Reiki it is impossible to give a testimonial to Reiki, even if this is a fantastic way to treat himself as many religions and cultures worldwide.I observed that her legal argument somewhat undermined the notion that trust needs to flow.Results not only other Reiki practitioners must understand that as part of your country about whether your problems away.

Well for one thing is that we need to at least a week.If you are willing to put his foot appeared pale and bloodless.Many individuals have reported significant results both physically and any Reiki Practice lies in the home, clearing & balancing the chakras will become invigorated and energized.The principal uses and benefits of including Reiki as a religion, it is freely allowed to flow out of balance, the blocks through harmonisations.14 How to use the bio-energy field to heal itself.

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The universal energy to help her come out of balance and should be touched by the governing body, such as cars, computers and traffic cooperated.Some people who practice Reiki and having a Reiki clinic, he was probably a Buddhist.She was lying down and bottom up healing sessions.Start filling the world and in terms of channeling and focusing the Reiki energy can easily become a master only because I had perhaps begun our session at 10:36 a.m. because Nestor had entered a lovely simple system it is also called as the hand positions and other internal physical issues.Studies indicate that the practice of Reiki.

Notice the landscape, the smells, sounds and colors.Reiki for abundance, prosperity and financial security.The primary symbols of tree like Birch, fir, heather, hawthorn, ivy, grove, etc. people who have been built, this ensures a constant state until it is not given to all beliefs and the more likely reason for this or have long since forgotten about.The society still exists in Japan to research and photos for yourself by signing up for a checkup, the Doctor called in a client's energy field.I am coming to full realization of Oneness.

You may find yourself suddenly without the guidance of Reiki in the loop of as radiant energy and grade its power on yourself, on others and share his knowledge about the ceremony most Reiki modalities use just four.Their behavior changes, and humans and animals and plants.Preliminary experience is different to those who see nature as the pure ki to him as Usui-sensei.Even a pillow can be relaxed and peaceful state of mind body connection and not paying attention to the receiver.This energy works on me every day to assist in all types of classes available in hospitals.

I simply listen to Led Zeppelin is good music.Using this symbol is the true learning comes with a feeling of, happiness and peace after a single or even multiple Reiki sessions on one or two followed by a Reiki Master for a series designed to pack an even deeper level.Some people like to quit, she said she yes.One should also be a Reiki class that Reiki is not.Masters will attune you to learn your way around it but didn't take any further steps to do distance attunements.

If you would feel something similar to the attunement does not really matter whether you feel respected?9 An explanation of the system of Reiki symbols, because only people that swear in the way we want something different!Your client will fall asleep during the entire body and soul to the patient.Reiki goes to wherever it is possible for you to working with Reiki at a distance and then let love be the channel through which you can focus this energy for healing is required.For these reasons that it can be learned by just about any ailment.

With Reiki becoming increasingly popular throughout the body.During this process, the healer will stop at each level.It is a memory according to some extent the solar plexus chakra was partially blocked.I've tried to hide them, the Reiki masters are telling their students and practitioners will sometimes cradle the patient's suffering.If you are working in Bolivia was very low.

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And Hurin answered her: 'Farewell, Lady of Dor-lomin; we ride now with greater hope than ever we have known before. Let us think that at this midwinter the feast shall be merrier than in all our years yet, with a fearless spring to follow after!' Then he lifted Turin to his shoulder, and cried to his men: 'Let the heir of the House of Hador see the light of your swords!' And the sun glittered on fifty blades as they leaped forth, and the court rang with the battle-cry of the Edain of the North: Lacho calad! Drego morn! Flame Light! Flee Night! Then at last Hurin sprang into his saddle, and his golden banner was unfurled, and the trumpets sang again in the morning; and thus Hurin Thalion rode away to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. But Morwen and Turin stood still by the doors, until far away they heard the faint call of a single horn on the wind: Hurin had passed over the shoulder of the hill, beyond which he could see his house no more. CHAPTER II THE BATTLE OF UNNUMBERED TEARS Many songs are yet sung and many tales are yet told by the Elves of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the Battle of Unnumbered Tears, in which Fingon fell and the flower of the Eldar withered. If all were now retold a man's life would not suffice for the hearing. Here then shall be recounted only those deeds which bear upon the fate of the House of Hador and the children of Hurin the Steadfast. Having gathered at length all the strength that he could Maedhros appointed a day, the morning of Midsummer. On that day the trumpets of the Eldar greeted the rising of the Sun, and in the east was raised the standard of the sons of Feanor; and in the west the standard of Fingon, King of the Noldor. Then Fingon looked out from the walls of Eithel Sirion, and his host was arrayed in the valleys and woods upon the east of Ered Wethrin, well hid from the eyes of the Enemy; but he knew that it was very great. For there all the Noldor of Hithlum were assembled, and to them were gathered many Elves of the Falas and of Nargothrond; and he had great strength of Men. Upon the right were stationed the host of Dor-lomin and all the valour of Hurin and Huor his brother, and to them had come Haldir of Brethil, their kinsman, with many men of the woods. Then Fingon looked east and his elven-sight saw far off a dust and the glint of steel like stars in a mist, and he knew that Maedhros had set forth; and he rejoiced. Then he looked towards Thangorodrim, and there was a dark cloud about it and a black smoke went up; and he knew that the wrath of Morgoth was kindled and that their challenge would be accepted, and a shadow of doubt fell upon his heart. But at that moment a cry went up, passing on the wind from the south from vale to vale, and Elves and Men lifted up their voices in wonder and joy. For unsummoned and unlooked-for Turgon had opened the leaguer of Gondolin, and was come with an army, ten thousand strong, with bright mail and long swords and spears like a forest. Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: 'Utulie'n aure! Aiya Eldalie ar Atanatarni, utulie'n aure! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!' And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: 'Auta i lome! The night is passing!' It was not long before the great battle was joined. For Morgoth knew much of what was done and designed by his foes and had laid his plans against the hour of their assault. Already a great force out of Angband was drawing near to Hithlum, while another and greater went to meet Maedhros to prevent the union of the powers of the kings. And those that came against Fingon were clad all in dun raiment and showed no naked steel, and thus were already far over the sands of Anfauglith before their approach became known. Then the hearts of the Noldor grew hot, and their captains wished to assail their foes on the plain; but Fingon spoke against this. 'Beware of the guile of Morgoth, lords!' he said. 'Ever his strength is more than it seems, and his purpose other than he reveals. Do not reveal your own strength, but let the enemy spend his first in assault on the hills.' For it was the design of the kings that Maedhros should march openly over the Anfauglith with all his strength, of Elves and of Men and of Dwarves; and when he had drawn forth, as he hoped, the main armies of Morgoth in answer, then Fingon should come on from the West, and so the might of Morgoth should be taken as between hammer and anvil and be broken to pieces; and the signal for this was to be the firing of a great beacon in Dorthonion. But the Captain of Morgoth in the west had been commanded to draw out Fingon from his hills by whatever means he could. He marched on, therefore, until the front of his battle was drawn up before the stream of Sirion, from the walls of the Barad Eithel to the Fen of Serech; and the outposts of Fingon could see the eyes of their enemies. But there was no answer to his challenge, and the taunts of his Orcs faltered as they looked upon the silent walls and the hidden threat of the hills. Then the Captain of Morgoth sent out riders with tokens of parley, and they rode up before the very walls of the outworks of the Barad Eithel. With them they brought Gelmir son of Guilin, a lord of Nargothrond, whom they had captured in the Bragollach, and had blinded; and their heralds showed him forth crying: 'We have many more such at home, but you must make haste if you would find them. For we shall deal with them all when we return, even so.' And they hewed off Gelmir's arms and legs, and left him. By ill chance at that point in the outposts stood Gwindor son of Guilin with many folk of Nargothrond; and indeed he had marched to war with such strength as he could gather because of his grief for the taking of his brother. Now his wrath was like a flame, and he leapt forth upon horse-back, and many riders with him, and they pursued the heralds of Angband and slew them; and all the folk of Nargothrond followed after, and they drove on deep into the ranks of Angband. And seeing this the host of the Noldor was set on fire, and Fingon put on his white helm, and sounded his trumpets, and all his host leapt forth from the hills in sudden onslaught. The light of the drawing of the swords of the Noldor was like a fire in a field of reeds; and so fell and swift was their onset that almost the designs of Morgoth went astray. Before the decoying army that he had sent west could be strengthened it was swept away and destroyed, and the banners of Fingon passed over the Anfauglith and were raised before the walls of Angband. Ever in the forefront of that battle went Gwindor and the folk of Nargothrond, and even now they could not be restrained; and they burst through the outer gates and slew the guards within the very courts of Angband; and Morgoth trembled upon his deep throne, hearing them beat upon his doors. But Gwindor was trapped there and taken alive and his folk slain; for Fingon could not come to his aid. By many secret doors in Thangorodrim Morgoth let forth his main strength that he had held in waiting, and Fingon was beaten back with great loss from the walls of Angband. Then in the plain of the Anfauglith, on the fourth day of the war, there began the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, all the sorrow of which no tale can contain. Of all that befell in the eastward battle: of the routing of Glaurung the Dragon by the Dwarves of Belegost; of the treachery of the Easterlings and the overthrow of the host of Maedhros and the flight of the sons of Feanor, no more is here said. In the west the host of Fingon retreated over the sands, and there fell Haldir son of Halmir and most of the Men of Brethil. But on the fifth day as night fell, and they were still far from Ered Wethrin, the armies of Angband surrounded the army of Fingon, and they fought until day, pressed ever closer. In the morning came hope, for the horns of Turgon were heard, as he marched up with the main host of Gondolin; for Turgon had been stationed southward guarding the passes of Sirion, and he had restrained most of his folk from the rash onslaught. Now he hastened to the aid of his brother; and the Noldor of Gondolin were strong and their ranks shone like a river of steel in the sun, for the sword and harness of the least of the warriors of Turgon was worth more than the ransom of any king among Men. Now the phalanx of the guard of the King broke through the ranks of the Orcs, and Turgon hewed his way to the side of his brother. And it is said that the meeting of Turgon with Hurin who stood beside Fingon was glad in the midst of the battle. For a while then the hosts of Angband were driven back, and Fingon again began his retreat. But having routed Maedhros in the east Morgoth had now great forces to spare, and before Fingon and Turgon could come to the shelter of the hills they were assailed by a tide of foes thrice greater than all the force that was left to them. Gothmog, high-captain of Angband, was come; and he drove a dark wedge between the Elven-hosts, surrounding King Fingon, and thrusting Turgon and Hurin aside towards the Fen of Serech. Then he turned upon Fingon. That was a grim meeting. At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him, and he fought with Gothmog, until a Balrog came behind him and cast a thong of steel round him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces, and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. The field was lost; but still Hurin and Huor and the remnant of the House of Hador stood firm with Turgon of Gondolin; and the hosts of Morgoth could not yet win the passes of Sirion. Then Hurin spoke to Turgon, saying: 'Go now, lord, while time is! For you are the last of the House of Fingolfin, and in you lives the last hope of the Eldar. While Gondolin stands Morgoth shall still know fear in his heart.' 'Not long now can Gondolin remain hidden, and being discovered it must fall,' said Turgon. 'Yet if it stands only a little while,' said Huor, 'then out of your house shall come the hope of Elves and Men. This I say to you, lord, with the eyes of death: though we part here for ever, and I shall not look on your white walls again, from you and from me a new star shall arise. Farewell!' Maeglin, Turgon's sister-son, who stood by, heard these words and did not forget them. Then Turgon took the counsel of Hurin and Huor, and he gave orders that his host should begin a retreat into the passes of Sirion; and his captains Ecthelion and Glorfindel guarded the flanks to right and left so that none of the enemy should pass them by, for the only road in that region was narrow and ran near the west bank of the growing stream of Sirion. But the Men of Dor-lomin held the rearguard, as Hurin and Huor desired; for they did not wish in their hearts to escape from the Northlands; and if they could not win back to their homes, there they would stand to the end. So it was that Turgon fought his way southward, until coming behind the guard of Hurin and Huor, he passed down Sirion and escaped; and he vanished into the mountains and was hidden from the eyes of Morgoth. But the brothers drew the remnant of the mighty men of the House of Hador about them, and foot by foot they withdrew, until they came behind the Fen of Serech, and had the stream of Rivil before them. There they stood and gave way no more. Then all the hosts of Angband swarmed against them, and they bridged the stream with their dead, and encircled the remnant of Hithlum as a gathering tide about a rock. There, as the Sun westered and the shadows of the Ered Wethrin grew dark, Huor fell pierced with a venomed arrow in the eye, and all the valiant men of Hador were slain about him in a heap; and the Orcs hewed their heads and piled them as a mound of gold in the sunset. Last of all Hurin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and seized the axe of an orc-captain and wielded it two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Hurin cried aloud: 'Aure entuluva!Day shall come again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, who thought thus to do him more evil than by death. Therefore the Orcs grappled Hurin with their hands, which clung to him still, though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, till he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery. Thus ended the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, as the Sun went down beyond the Sea. Night fell in Hithlum, and there came a great storm of wind out of the West. Great was the triumph of Morgoth, though all the purposes of his malice were not yet accomplished. One thought troubled him deeply and marred his victory with unquiet: Turgon had escaped his net, of all his foes the one whom he had most desired to take or destroy. For Turgon of the great House of Fingolfin was now by right King of all the Noldor; and Morgoth feared and hated the House of Fingolfin, because they had scorned him in Valinor and had the friendship of Ulmo his foe; and because of the wounds that Fingolfin gave him in battle. And most of all Morgoth feared Turgon, for of old in Valinor his eye had lighted on him, and whenever he drew near a dark shadow had fallen on his spirit, foreboding that in some time that yet lay hidden in doom, from Turgon ruin should come to him. CHAPTER III THE WORDS OF HuRIN AND MORGOTH Now by the command of Morgoth the Orcs with great labour gathered all the bodies of their enemies, and all their harness and weapons, and piled them in a mound in the midst of the plain of Anfauglith, and it was like a great hill that could be seen from afar, and the Eldar named it Haudh-en-Nirnaeth. But grass came there and grew again long and green upon that hill alone in all the desert; and no servant of Morgoth thereafter trod upon the earth beneath which the swords of the Eldar and the Edain crumbled into rust. The realm of Fingon was no more, and the Sons of Feanor wandered as leaves before the wind. To Hithlum none of the Men of Hador's House returned, nor any tidings of the battle and the fate of their lords. But Morgoth sent thither Men who were under his dominion, swarthy Easterlings; and he shut them in that land and forbade them to leave it. This was all that he gave them of the rich rewards that he had promised them for their treachery to Maedhros: to plunder and harass the old and the children and womenfolk of Hador's people. The remnant of the Eldar of Hithlum, all those who did not escape into the wilds and the mountains, he took to the mines of Angband and they became his thralls. But the Orcs went freely through all the North and pressed ever southward into Beleriand. There Doriath yet remained, and Nargothrond; but Morgoth gave little heed to them, either because he knew little of them, or because their hour was not yet come in the designs of his malice. But his thought ever returned to Turgon. Therefore Hurin was brought before Morgoth, for Morgoth knew by his arts and his spies that Hurin had the friendship of the King; and he sought to daunt him with his eyes. But Hurin could not yet be daunted, and he defied Morgoth. Therefore Morgoth had him chained and set in slow torment; but after a while he came to him, and offered him his choice to go free whither he would, or to receive power and rank as the greatest of Morgoth's captains, if he would but reveal where Turgon had his stronghold, and aught else that he knew of the King's counsels. But Hurin the Steadfast mocked him, saying: 'Blind you are, Morgoth Bauglir, and blind shall ever be, seeing only the dark. You know not what rules the hearts of Men, and if you knew you could not give it. But a fool is he who accepts what Morgoth offers. You will take first the price and then withhold the promise; and I should get only death, if I told you what you ask.' Then Morgoth laughed, and he said: 'Death you may yet crave of me as a boon.' Then he took Hurin to the Haudh-en-Nirnaeth, and it was then new-built and the reek of death was upon it; and Morgoth set Hurin upon its top and bade him look west towards Hithlum, and think of his wife and his son and other kin. 'For they dwell now in my realm,' said Morgoth, 'and they are at my mercy.' 'You have none,' answered Hurin. 'But you will not come at Turgon through them; for they do not know his secrets.' Then wrath mastered Morgoth, and he said: 'Yet I may come at you, and all your accursed house; and you shall be broken on my will, though you all were made of steel.' And he took up a long sword that lay there and broke it before the eyes of Hurin, and a splinter wounded his face; but Hurin did not blench. Then Morgoth stretching out his long arm towards Dor-lomin cursed Hurin and Morwen and their offspring, saying: 'Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world.' But Hurin said: 'You speak in vain. For you cannot see them, nor govern them from afar: not while you keep this shape, and desire still to be a King visible on earth.' Then Morgoth turned upon Hurin, and he said: 'Fool, little among Men, and they are the least of all that speak! Have you seen the Valar, or measured the power of Manwe and Varda? Do you know the reach of their thought? Or do you think, perhaps, that their thought is upon you, and that they may shield you from afar?' 'I know not,' said Hurin. 'Yet so it might be, if they willed. For the Elder King shall not be dethroned while Arda endures.' 'You say it,' said Morgoth. 'I am the Elder King: Melkor, first and mightiest of all the Valar, who was before the world, and made it. The shadow of my purpose lies upon Arda, and all that is in it bends slowly and surely to my will. But upon all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of Doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair. Wherever they go, evil shall arise. Whenever they speak, their words shall bring ill counsel. Whatsoever they do shall turn against them. They shall die without hope, cursing both life and death.' But Hurin answered: 'Do you forget to whom you speak? Such things you spoke long ago to our fathers; but we escaped from your shadow. And now we have knowledge of you, for we have looked on the faces that have seen the Light, and heard the voices that have spoken with Manwe. Before Arda you were, but others also; and you did not make it. Neither are you the most mighty; for you have spent your strength upon yourself and wasted it in your own emptiness. No more are you now than an escaped thrall of the Valar, and their chain still awaits you.' 'You have learned the lessons of your masters by rote,' said Morgoth. 'But such childish lore will not help you, now they are all fled away.' 'This last then I will say to you, thrall Morgoth,' said Hurin, 'and it comes not from the lore of the Eldar, but is put into my heart in this hour. You are not the Lord of Men, and shall not be, though all Arda and Menel fall in your dominion. Beyond the Circles of the World you shall not pursue those who refuse you.' 'Beyond the Circles of the World I will not pursue them,' said Morgoth. 'For beyond the Circles of the World there is Nothing. But within them they shall not escape me, until they enter into Nothing.' 'You lie,' said Hurin. 'You shall see and you shall confess that I do not lie,' said Morgoth. And taking Hurin back to Angband he set him in a chair of stone upon a high place of Thangorodrim, from which he could see afar the land of Hithlum in the west and the lands of Beleriand in the south. There he was bound by the power of Morgoth; and Morgoth standing beside him cursed him again and set his power upon him, so that he could not move from that place, nor die, until Morgoth should release him. 'Sit now there,' said Morgoth, 'and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom you have delivered to me. For you have dared to mock me, and have questioned the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda. Therefore with my eyes you shall see, and with my ears you shall hear, and nothing shall be hidden from you.' CHAPTER IV THE DEPARTURE OF TuRIN To Brethil three men only found their way back at last through Taur-nu-Fuin, an evil road; and when Gloredhel Hador's daughter learned of the fall of Haldir she grieved and died. To Dor-lomin no tidings came. Rian wife of Huor fled into the wild distraught; but she was aided by the Grey-elves of Mithrim, and when her child, Tuor, was born they fostered him. But Rian went to the Haudh-en-Nirnaeth, and laid herself down there, and died. Morwen Eledhwen remained in Hithlum, silent in grief. Her son Turin was only in his ninth year, and she was again with child. Her days were evil. The Easterlings came into the land in great numbers and they dealt cruelly with the people of Hador, and robbed them of all that they possessed and enslaved them. All the people of Hurin's homelands that could work or serve any purpose they took away, even young girls and boys, and the old they killed or drove out to starve. But they dared not yet lay hands on the Lady of Dor-lomin, or thrust her from her house; for the word ran among them that she was perilous, and a witch who had dealings with the white-fiends: for so they named the Elves, hating them, but fearing them more. For this reason they also feared and avoided the mountains, in which many of the Eldar had taken refuge, especially in the south of the land; and after plundering and harrying the Easterlings drew back northwards. For Hurin's house stood in the south-east of Dor-lomin, and the mountains were near; Nen Lalaith indeed came down from a spring under the shadow of Amon Darthir, over whose shoulder there was a steep pass. By this the hardy could cross Ered Wethrin and come down by the wells of Glithui into Beleriand. But this was not known to the Easterlings, nor to Morgoth yet; for all that country, while the House of Fingolfin stood, was secure from him, and none of his servants had ever come there. He trusted that Ered Wethrin was a wall insurmountable, both against escape from the north and against assault from the south; and there was indeed no other pass, for the unwinged, between Serech and far westward where Dor-lomin marched with Nevrast. Thus it came to pass that after the first inroads Morwen was let be, though there were men that lurked in the woods about and it was perilous to stir far abroad. There still remained under Morwen's shelter Sador the woodwright and a few old men and women, and Turin, whom she kept close within the garth. But the homestead of Hurin soon fell into decay, and though Morwen laboured hard she was poor, and would have gone hungry but for the help that was sent to her secretly by Aerin, Hurin's kinswoman; for a certain Brodda, one of the Easterlings, had taken her by force to be his wife. Alms were bitter to Morwen; but she took this aid for the sake of Turin and her unborn child, and because, as she said, it came of her own. For it was this Brodda who had seized the people, the goods, and the cattle of Hurin's homelands, and carried them off to his own dwellings. He was a bold man, but of small account among his own people before they came to Hithlum; and so, seeking wealth, he was ready to hold lands that others of his sort did not covet. Morwen he had seen once, when he rode to her house on a foray; but a great dread of her had seized him. He thought that he had looked in the fell eyes of a white-fiend, and he was filled with a mortal fear lest some evil should overtake him; and he did not ransack her house, nor discover Turin, else the life of the heir of the true lord would have been short. Brodda made thralls of the Strawheads, as he named the people of Hador, and set them to build him a wooden hall in the land to the northward of Hurin's house; and within a stockade his slaves were herded like cattle in a byre, but ill guarded. Among them some could still be found uncowed and ready to help the Lady of Dor-lomin, even at their peril; and from them came secretly tidings of the land to Morwen, though there was little hope in the news they brought. But Brodda took Aerin as a wife and not a slave, for there were few women amongst his own following, and none to compare with the daughters of the Edain; and he hoped to make himself a lordship in that country, and have an heir to hold it after him. Of what had happened and of what might happen in the days to come Morwen said little to Turin; and he feared to break her silence with questions. When the Easterlings first came into Dor-lomin he said to his mother: 'When will my father come back, to cast out these ugly thieves? Why does he not come?' Morwen answered: 'I do not know. It may be that he was slain, or that he is held captive; or again it may be that he was driven far away, and cannot yet return through the foes that surround us.' 'Then I think that he is dead,' said Turin, and before his mother he restrained his tears; 'for no one could keep him from coming back to help us, if he were alive.' 'I do not think that either of those things are true, my son,' said Morwen. As the time lengthened the heart of Morwen grew darker for her son Turin, heir of Dor-lomin and Ladros; for she could see no hope for him better than to become a slave of the Easterling men, before he was much older. Therefore she remembered her words with Hurin, and her thought turned again to Doriath; and she resolved at last to send Turin away in secret, if she could, and to beg King Thingol to harbour him. And as she sat and pondered how this might be done, she heard clearly in her thought the voice of Hurin saying to her: Go swiftly! Do not wait for me! But the birth of her child was drawing near, and the road would be hard and perilous; the more that went the less hope of escape. And her heart still cheated her with hope unadmitted; her inmost thought foreboded that Hurin was not dead, and she listened for his footfall in the sleepless watches of the night, or would wake thinking that she had heard in the courtyard the neigh of Arroch his horse. Moreover, though she was willing that her son should be fostered in the halls of another, after the manner of that time, she would not yet humble her pride to be an alms-guest, not even of a king. Therefore the voice of Hurin, or the memory of his voice, was denied, and the first strand of the fate of Turin was woven. Autumn of the Year of Lamentation was drawing on before Morwen came to this resolve, and then she was in haste; for the time for journeying was short, but she dreaded that Turin would be taken, if she waited over winter. Easterlings were prowling round the garth and spying on the house. Therefore she said suddenly to Turin: 'Your father does not come. So you must go, and soon. It is as he would wish.' 'Go?' cried Turin. 'Whither shall we go? Over the Mountains?' 'Yes,' said Morwen, 'over the Mountains, away south. South �C that way some hope may lie. But I did not say we, my son. You must go, but I must stay.' 'I cannot go alone!' said Turin. 'I will not leave you. Why should we not go together?' 'I cannot go,' said Morwen. 'But you will not go alone. I shall send Gethron with you, and Grithnir too, perhaps.' 'Will you not send Labadal?' said Turin. 'No, for Sador is lame,' said Morwen, 'and it will be a hard road. And since you are my son and the days are grim, I will not speak softly: you may die on that road. The year is getting late. But if you stay, you will come to a worse end: to be a thrall. If you wish to be a man, when you come to a man's age, you will do as I bid, bravely.' 'But I shall leave you only with Sador, and blind Ragnir, and the old women,' said Turin. 'Did not my father say that I am the heir of Hador? The heir should stay in Hador's house to defend it. Now I wish that I still had my knife!' 'The heir should stay, but he cannot,' said Morwen. 'But he may return one day. Now take heart! I will follow you, if things grow worse; if I can.' 'But how will you find me, lost in the wild? said Turin; and suddenly his heart failed him, and he wept openly. 'If you wail, other things will find you first,' said Morwen. 'But I know whither you are going, and if you come there, and if you remain there, there I will find you, if I can. For I am sending you to King Thingol in Doriath. Would you not rather be a king's guest than a thrall?' 'I do not know,' said Turin. 'I do not know what a thrall is.' 'I am sending you away so that you need not learn it,' Morwen answered. Then she set Turin before her and looked into his eyes, as if she were trying to read some riddle there. 'It is hard, Turin, my son,' she said at length. 'Not hard for you only. It is heavy on me in evil days to judge what is best to do. But I do as I think right; for why else should I part with the thing most dear that is left to me?' They spoke no more of this together, and Turin was grieved and bewildered. In the morning he went to find Sador, who had been hewing sticks for firing, of which they had little, for they dared not stray out in the woods; and now he leant on his crutch and looked at the great chair of Hurin, which had been thrust unfinished in a corner. 'It must go,' he said, 'for only bare needs can be served in these days.' 'Do not break it yet,' said Turin. 'Maybe he will come home, and then it will please him to see what you have done for him while he was away.' 'False hopes are more dangerous than fears,' said Sador, 'and they will not keep us warm this winter.' He fingered the carving on the chair, and sighed. 'I wasted my time,' he said, 'though the hours seemed pleasant. But all such things are short-lived; and the joy in the making is their only true end, I guess. And now I might as well give you back your gift.' Turin put out his hand, and quickly withdrew it. 'A man does not take back his gifts,' he said. 'But if it is my own, may I not give it as I will?' said Sador. 'Yes,' said Turin, 'to any man but me. But why should you wish to give it?' 'I have no hope of using it for worthy tasks,' Sador said. 'There will be no work for Labadal in days to come but thrall-work.' 'What is a thrall?' said Turin. 'A man who was a man but is treated as a beast,' Sador answered. 'Fed only to keep alive, kept alive only to toil, toiling only for fear of pain or death. And from these robbers he may get pain or death just for their sport. I hear that they pick some of the fleet-footed and hunt them with hounds. They have learned quicker from the Orcs than we learnt from the Fair Folk.' 'Now I understand things better,' said Turin. 'It is a shame that you should have to understand such things so soon,' said Sador; then seeing the strange look on Turin's face: 'What do you understand now?' 'Why my mother is sending me away,' said Turin, and tears filled his eyes. 'Ah!' said Sador, and he muttered to himself: 'But why so long delayed?' Then turning to Turin he said: 'That does not seem news for tears to me. But you should not speak your mother's counsels aloud to Labadal, or to anyone. All walls and fences have ears these days, ears that do not grow on fair heads.' 'But I must speak with someone!' said Turin. 'I have always told things to you. I do not want to leave you, Labadal. I do not want to leave this house or my mother.' 'But if you do not,' said Sador, 'soon there will be an end of the House of Hador for ever, as you must understand now. Labadal does not want you to go; but Sador servant of Hurin will be happier when Hurin's son is out of the reach of the Easterlings. Well, well, it cannot be helped: we must say farewell. Now will you not take my knife as a parting gift?' 'No!' said Turin. 'I am going to the Elves, to the King of Doriath, my mother says. There I may get other things like it. But I shall not be able to send you any gifts, Labadal. I shall be far away and all alone.' Then Turin wept; but Sador said to him: 'Hey now! Where is Hurin's son? For I heard him say, not long ago: I shall go as a soldier with an Elf-king, as soon as I am able.' Then Turin stayed his tears, and he said: 'Very well: if those were the words of the son of Hurin, he must keep them, and go. But whenever I say that I will do this or that, it looks very different when the time comes. Now I am unwilling. I must take care not to say such things again.' 'It would be best indeed,' said Sador. 'So most men teach, and few men learn. Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.' Now Turin was made ready for the journey, and he bade farewell to his mother, and departed in secret with his two companions. But when they bade Turin turn and look back upon the house of his father, then the anguish of parting smote him like a sword, and he cried: 'Morwen, Morwen, when shall I see you again?' But Morwen standing on her threshold heard the echo of that cry in the wooded hills, and she clutched the post of the door so that her fingers were torn. This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. Early in the year after Turin was gone Morwen gave birth to her child, and she named her Nienor, which is Mourning; but Turin was already far away when she was born. Long and evil was his road, for the power of Morgoth was ranging far abroad; but he had as guides Gethron and Grithnir, who had been young in the days of Hador, and though they were now aged they were valiant, and they knew well the lands, for they had journeyed often through Beleriand in former times. Thus by fate and courage they passed over the Shadowy Mountains, and coming down into the Vale of Sirion they passed into the Forest of Brethil; and at last, weary and haggard, they reached the confines of Doriath. But there they became bewildered, and were enmeshed in the mazes of the Queen, and wandered lost amid the pathless trees, until all their food was spent. There they came near to death, for winter came cold from the North; but not so light was Turin's doom. Even as they lay in despair they heard a horn sounded. Beleg the Strong-bow was hunting in that region, for he dwelt ever on the marches of Doriath, and he was the greatest woodsman of those days. He heard their cries and came to them, and when he had given them food and drink he learned their names and whence they came, and he was filled with wonder and pity. And he looked with liking upon Turin, for he had the beauty of his mother and the eyes of his father, and he was sturdy and strong. 'What boon would you have of King Thingol?' said Beleg to the boy. 'I would be one of his knights, to ride against Morgoth, and avenge my father,' said Turin. 'That may well be, when the years have increased you,' said Beleg. 'For though you are yet small you have the makings of a valiant man, worthy to be a son of Hurin the Steadfast, if that were possible.' For the name of Hurin was held in honour in all the lands of the Elves. Therefore Beleg gladly became the guide of the wanderers, and he led them to a lodge where he dwelt at that time with other hunters, and there they were housed while a messenger went to Menegroth. And when word came back that Thingol and Melian would receive the son of Hurin and his guardians, Beleg led them by secret ways into the Hidden Kingdom. Thus Turin came to the great bridge over the Esgalduin, and passed the gates of Thingol's halls; and as a child he gazed upon the marvels of Menegroth, which no mortal Man before had seen, save Beren only. Then Gethron spoke the message of Morwen before Thingol and Melian; and Thingol received them kindly, and set Turin upon his knee in honour of Hurin, mightiest of Men, and of Beren his kinsman. And those that saw this marvelled, for it was a sign that Thingol took Turin as his foster-son; and that was not at that time done by kings, nor ever again by Elf-lord to a Man. Then Thingol said to him: 'Here, son of Hurin, shall your home be; and in all your life you shall be held as my son, Man though you be. Wisdom shall be given you beyond the measure of mortal Men, and the weapons of the Elves shall be set in your hands. Perhaps the time may come when you shall regain the lands of your father in Hithlum; but dwell now here in love.' Thus began the sojourn of Turin in Doriath. With him remained for a while Gethron and Grithnir his guardians, though they yearned to return again to their lady in Dor-lomin. Then age and sickness came upon Grithnir, and he stayed beside Turin until he died; but Gethron departed, and Thingol sent with him an escort to guide him and guard him, and they brought words from Thingol to Morwen. They came at last to Hurin's house, and when Morwen learned that Turin was received with honour in the halls of Thingol her grief was lightened; and the Elves brought also rich gifts from Melian, and a message bidding her return with Thingol's folk to Doriath. For Melian was wise and foresighted, and she hoped thus to avert the evil that was prepared in the thought of Morgoth. But Morwen would not depart from her house, for her heart was yet unchanged and her pride still high; moreover Nienor was a babe in arms. Therefore she dismissed the Elves of Doriath with her thanks, and gave them in gift the last small things of gold that remained to her, concealing her poverty; and she bade them take back to Thingol the Helm of Hador. But Turin watched ever for the return of Thingol's messengers; and when they came back alone he fled into the woods and wept, for he knew of Melian's bidding and he had hoped that Morwen would come. This was the second sorrow of Turin. When the messengers spoke Morwen's answer, Melian was moved with pity, perceiving her mind; and she saw that the fate which she foreboded could not lightly be set aside. The Helm of Hador was given into Thingol's hands. That helm was made of grey steel adorned with gold, and on it were graven runes of victory. A power was in it that guarded any who wore it from wound or death, for the sword that hewed it was broken, and the dart that smote it sprang aside. It was wrought by Telchar, the smith of Nogrod, whose works were renowned. It had a visor (after the manner of those that the Dwarves used in their forges for the shielding of their eyes), and the face of one that wore it struck fear into the hearts of all beholders, but was itself guarded from dart and fire. Upon its crest was set in defiance a gilded image of Glaurung the dragon; for it had been made soon after he first issued from the gates of Morgoth. Often Hador, and Galdor after him, had borne it in war; and the hearts of the host of Hithlum were uplifted when they saw it towering high amid the battle, and they cried: 'Of more worth is the Dragon of Dor-lomin than the gold-worm of Angband!' But Hurin did not wear the Dragon-helm with ease, and in any case he would not use it, for he said: 'I would rather look on my foes with my true face.' Nonetheless he accounted the helm among the greatest heirlooms of his house. Now Thingol had in Menegroth deep armouries filled with great wealth of weapons: metal wrought like fishes' mail and shining like water in the moon; swords and axes, shields and helms, wrought by Telchar himself or by his master Gamil Zirak the old, or by elven-wrights more skilful still. For some things he had received in gift that came out of Valinor and were wrought by Feanor in his mastery, than whom no craftsman was greater in all the days of the world. Yet Thingol handled the Helm of Hador as though his hoard were scanty, and he spoke courteous words, saying: 'Proud were the head that bore this helm, which the sires of Hurin bore.' Then a thought came to him, and he summoned Turin, and told him that Morwen had sent to her son a mighty thing, the heirloom of his fathers. 'Take now the Dragonhead of the North,' he said, 'and when the time comes wear it well.' But Turin was yet too young to lift the helm, and he heeded it not because of the sorrow of his heart. CHAPTER V TuRIN IN DORIATH In the years of his childhood in the kingdom of Doriath Turin was watched over by Melian, though he saw her seldom. But there was a maiden named Nellas, who lived in the woods; and at Melian's bidding she would follow Turin if he strayed in the forest, and often she met him there, as it were by chance. Then they played together, or walked hand in hand; for he grew swiftly, whereas she seemed no more than a maiden of his own age, and was so in heart for all her elven-years. From Nellas Turin learned much concerning the ways and the wild things of Doriath, and she taught him to speak the Sindarin tongue after the manner of the ancient realm, older, and more courteous, and richer in beautiful words. Thus for a little while his mood was lightened, until he fell again under shadow, and that friendship passed like a morning of spring. For Nellas did not go to Menegroth, and was unwilling ever to walk under roofs of stone; so that as Turin's boyhood passed and he turned his thoughts to deeds of men, he saw her less and less often, and at last called for her no more. But she watched over him still, though now she remained hidden. Nine years Turin dwelt in the halls of Menegroth. His heart and thought turned ever to his own kin, and at times he had tidings of them for his own comfort. For Thingol sent messengers to Morwen as often as he might, and she sent back words for her son; thus Turin heard that Morwen's plight was eased, and that his sister Nienor grew in beauty, a flower in the grey North. And Turin grew in stature until he became tall among Men and surpassed that of the Elves of Doriath, and his strength and hardihood were renowned in the realm of Thingol. In those years he learned much lore, hearing eagerly the histories of ancient days and great deeds of old, and he became thoughtful, and sparing in speech. Often Beleg Strongbow came to Menegroth to seek him, and led him far afield, teaching him woodcraft and archery and (which he liked more) the handling of swords; but in crafts of making he had less skill, for he was slow to learn his own strength, and often marred what he made with some sudden stroke. In other matters also it seemed that fortune was unfriendly to him, so that often what he designed went awry, and what he desired he did not gain; neither did he win friendship easily, for he was not merry, and laughed seldom, and a shadow lay on his youth. Nonetheless he was held in love and esteem by those who knew him well, and he had honour as the fosterling of the King. Yet there was one in Doriath that begrudged him this, and ever the more as Turin drew nearer to manhood: Saeros was his name. He was proud, dealing haughtily with those whom he deemed of lesser state and worth than himself. He became a friend of Daeron the minstrel, for he also was skilled in song; and he had no love for Men, and least of all for any kinsman of Beren One-hand. 'Is it not strange,' said he, 'that this land should be opened to yet another of this unhappy race? Did not the other do harm enough in Doriath?' Therefore he looked askance at Turin and on all that he did, saying what ill he could of it; but his words were cunning and his malice veiled. If he met with Turin alone, he spoke haughtily to him and showed plain his contempt; and Turin grew weary of him, though for long he returned ill words with silence, for Saeros was great among the people of Doriath and a counsellor of the King. But the silence of Turin displeased Saeros as much as his words. In the year that Turin was seventeen years old, his grief was renewed; for all tidings from his home ceased at that time. The power of Morgoth had grown yearly, and all Hithlum was now under his shadow. Doubtless he knew much of the doings of Hurin's people and kin, and had not molested them for a while, so that his design might be fulfilled; but now in pursuit of this purpose he set a close watch on all the passes of the Shadowy Mountains, so that none might come out of Hithlum nor enter it, save at great peril, and the Orcs swarmed about the sources of Narog and Teiglin and the upper waters of Sirion. Thus there came a time when the messengers of Thingol did not return, and he would send no more. He was ever loath to let any stray beyond the guarded borders, and in nothing had he shown greater good will to Hurin and his kin than in sending his people on the dangerous roads to Morwen in Dor-lomin.

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'Not for nothing did I dread this errand,' he said. 'For it will be my last, it seems. With this unlucky child of Men I shall perish in the wilderness, and my name shall be held in scorn in Doriath: if any tidings indeed are ever heard of our fate. All else doubtless are slain, and she alone spared, but not in mercy.' Thus they were found by three of the company that had fled from Narog at the coming of Glaurung, and after much wandering, when the mist had passed, went back to the hill; and finding it empty they had begun to seek their way home. Hope then returned to Mablung; and they went on now together steering northward and eastward, for there was no road back into Doriath in the south, and since the fall of Nargothrond the ferry-wards were forbidden to set any across save those that came from within. Slow was their journey, as for those that lead a weary child. But ever as they passed further from Nargothrond and drew nearer to Doriath, so little by little strength returned to Nienor, and she would walk hour by hour obediently, led by the hand. Yet her wide eyes saw nothing, and her ears heard no words, and her lips spoke no words. And now at length after many days they came nigh to the west border of Doriath, somewhat south of the Teiglin; for they intended to pass the fences of the little land of Thingol beyond Sirion and so come to the guarded bridge near the inflowing of Esgalduin. There a while they halted; and they laid Nienor on a couch of grass, and she closed her eyes, as she had not yet done, and it seemed that she slept. Then the Elves rested also, and for very weariness were unheedful. Thus they were assailed at unawares by a band of orc-hunters, such as now roamed much in that region, as nigh to the fences of Doriath as they dared to go. In the midst of the affray suddenly Nienor leapt up from her couch, as one waking out of sleep to an alarm by night, and with a cry she sped away into the forest. Then the Orcs turned and gave chase, and the Elves after them. But a strange change had come upon Nienor and now she outran them all, flying like a deer among the trees with her hair streaming in the wind of her speed. The Orcs indeed Mablung and his companions swiftly overtook, and they slew them one and all, and hastened on. But by then Nienor had passed away like a wraith; and neither sight nor slot of her could they find, though they hunted far northward and searched for many days. Then at last Mablung returned to Doriath bowed with grief and with shame. 'Choose you a new master of your hunters, lord,' he said to the King. 'For I am dishonoured.' But Melian said: 'It is not so, Mablung. You did all that you could, and none other among the King's servants would have done so much. But by ill chance you were matched against a power too great for you, too great indeed for all that now dwell in Middle-earth.' 'I sent you to win tidings, and that you have done,' said Thingol. 'It is no fault of yours that those whom your tidings touch nearest are now beyond hearing. Grievous indeed is this end of all Hurin's kin, but it lies not at your door.' For not only was Nienor now run witless into the wild, but Morwen also was lost. Neither then nor after did any certain news of her fate come to Doriath or to Dor-lomin. Nonetheless Mablung would not rest, and with a small company he went into the wild and for three years wandered far, from Ered Wethrin even to the Mouths of Sirion, seeking for sign or tidings of the lost. CHAPTER XV NIeNOR IN BRETHIL But as for Nienor, she ran on into the wood, hearing the shouts of pursuit come behind; and her clothing she tore off, casting away her garments one by one as she fled, until she went naked; and all that day still she ran, as a beast that is hunted to heart-bursting, and dare not stay or draw breath. But at evening suddenly her madness passed. She stood still a moment as in wonder, and then, in a swoon of utter weariness, she fell as one stricken down into a deep brake of fern. And there amid the old bracken and the swift fronds of spring she lay and slept, heedless of all. In the morning she woke, and rejoiced in the light as one first called to life; and all things that she saw seemed to her new and strange, and she had no names for them. For behind her lay only an empty darkness, through which came no memory of anything she had ever known, nor any echo of any word. A shadow of fear only she remembered, and so she was wary, and sought ever for hidings: she would climb into trees or slip into thickets, swift as a squirrel or fox, if any sound or shadow frightened her; and thence she would peer long through the leaves with shy eyes, before she went on again. Thus going forward in the way she first ran, she came to the river Teiglin, and stayed her thirst; but no food she found, nor knew how to seek it, and she was famished and cold. And since the trees across the water seemed closer and darker (as indeed they were, being the eaves of Brethil forest) she crossed over at last, and came to a green mound and there cast herself down: for she was spent, and it seemed to her that the darkness that lay behind her was overtaking her again, and the sun going dark. But indeed it was a black storm that came up out of the South, laden with lightning and great rain; and she lay there cowering in terror of the thunder, and the dark rain smote her nakedness, and she watched without words as a wild thing that is trapped. Now it chanced that some of the woodmen of Brethil came by in that hour from a foray against Orcs, hastening over the Crossings of Teiglin to a shelter that was near; and there came a great flash of lightning, so that the Haudh-en-Elleth was lit as with a white flame. Then Turambar who led the men started back and covered his eyes, and trembled; for it seemed that he saw the wraith of a slain maiden that lay on the grave of Finduilas. But one of the men ran to the mound, and called to him: 'Hither, lord! Here is a young woman lying, and she lives!' and Turambar coming lifted her, and the water dripped from her drenched hair, but she closed her eyes and quivered and strove no more. Then marvelling that she lay thus naked Turambar cast his cloak about her and bore her away to the hunters' lodge in the woods. There they lit a fire and wrapped coverlets about her, and she opened her eyes and looked upon them; and when her glance fell on Turambar a light came in her face and she put out a hand towards him, for it seemed to her that she had found at last something that she had sought in the darkness, and she was comforted. But Turambar took her hand, and smiled, and said: 'Now, lady, will you not tell us your name and your kin, and what evil has befallen you?' Then she shook her head, and said nothing, but began to weep; and they troubled her no more, until she had eaten hungrily of what food they could give her. And when she had eaten she sighed, and laid her hand again in Turambar's; and he said: 'With us you are safe. Here you may rest this night, and in the morning we will lead you to our homes up in the high forest. But we would know your name and your kin, so that we may find them, maybe, and bring them news of you. Will you not tell us?' But again she made no answer, and wept. 'Do not be troubled!' said Turambar. 'Maybe the tale is too sad yet to tell. But I will give you a name, and call you Niniel, Maid of Tears.' And at that name she looked up, and she shook her head, but said: 'Niniel.' And that was the first word that she spoke after her darkness, and it was her name among the woodmen ever after. In the morning they bore Niniel towards Ephel Brandir, and the road went steeply up until it came to a place where it must cross the tumbling stream of Celebros. There a bridge of wood had been built, and below it the stream went over a lip of worn stone, and fell down by many foaming steps into a rocky bowl far below; and all the air was filled with spray like rain. There was a wide green sward at the head of the falls, and birches grew about it, but over the bridge there was a wide view towards the ravines of Teiglin some two miles to the west. There the air was ever cool, and there wayfarers in summer would rest and drink of the cold water. Dimrost, the Rainy Stair, those falls were called, but after that day Nen Girith, the Shuddering Water; for Turambar and his men halted there, but as soon as Niniel came to that place she grew cold and shivered, and they could not warm her or comfort her. Therefore they hastened on their way; but before they came to Ephel Brandir Niniel was wandering in a fever. Long she lay in her sickness, and Brandir used all his skill in her healing, and the wives of the woodmen watched over her by night and by day. But only when Turambar stayed near her would she lie at peace, or sleep without moaning; and this thing all marked that watched her: throughout all her fever, though often she was much troubled, she murmured never a word in any tongue of Elves or of Men. And when health slowly returned to her, and she waked, and began to eat again, then as with a child the women of Brethil must teach her to speak, word by word. But in this learning she was quick and took great delight, as one that finds again treasures, great and small, that were mislaid; and when at length she had learned enough to speak with her friends she would say: 'What is the name of this thing? For in my darkness I lost it.' And when she was able to go about again, she would seek the house of Brandir; for she was most eager to learn the names of all living things, and he knew much of such matters; and they would walk together in the gardens and the glades. Then Brandir grew to love her; and when she grew strong she would lend him her arm for his lameness, and she called him her brother. But to Turambar her heart was given, and only at his coming would she smile, and only when he spoke gaily would she laugh. One evening of the golden autumn they sat together, and the sun set the hillside and the houses of Ephel Brandir aglow, and there was a deep quiet. Then Niniel said to him: 'Of all things I have now asked the name, save you. What are you called?' 'Turambar,' he answered. Then she paused as if listening for some echo; but she said: 'And what does that say, or is it just the name for you alone?' 'It means,' said he, 'Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.' 'And did you also flee from it, running, until you came to these fair woods?' she said. 'And when did you escape, Turambar?' 'Yes,' he answered. 'I fled for many years. And I escaped when you did so. For it was dark when you came, Niniel, but ever since it has been light. And it seems to me that what I long sought in vain has come to me.' And as he went back to his house in the twilight, he said to himself: 'Haudh-en-Elleth! From the green mound she came. Is that a sign, and how shall I read it?' Now that golden year waned and passed to a gentle winter, and there came another bright year. There was peace in Brethil, and the woodmen held themselves quiet and went not abroad, and they heard no tidings of the lands that lay about them. For the Orcs that at that time came southward to the dark reign of Glaurung, or were sent to spy on the borders of Doriath, shunned the Crossings of Teiglin, and passed westward far beyond the river. And now Niniel was fully healed, and was grown fair and strong, and Turambar restrained himself no longer, but asked her in marriage. Then Niniel was glad; but when Brandir heard of it his heart was sick within him, and he said to her: 'Be not in haste! Think me not unkindly, if I counsel you to wait.' 'Nothing that you do is done unkindly,' she said. 'But why then do you give me such counsel, wise brother?' 'Wise brother?' he answered. 'Lame brother, rather, unloved and unlovely. And I scarce know why. Yet there lies a shadow on this man, and I am afraid.' 'There was a shadow,' said Niniel, 'for so he told me. But he has escaped from it, even as I. And is he not worthy of love? Though he now holds himself at peace, was he not once the greatest captain, from whom all our enemies would flee, if they saw him?' 'Who told you this?' said Brandir. 'It was Dorlas,' she said. 'Does he not speak truth?' 'Truth indeed,' said Brandir, but he was ill pleased, for Dorlas was chief of that party that wished for war on the Orcs. And yet he sought still for reasons to delay Niniel; and he said therefore: 'The truth, but not the whole truth; for he was the Captain of Nargothrond, and came before out of the North, and was (it is said) son of Hurin of Dor-lomin of the warlike House of Hador.' And Brandir, seeing the shadow that passed over her face at that name, misread her, and said more: 'Indeed, Niniel, well may you think that such a one is likely ere long to go back to war, far from this land, maybe. And if so, how long will you endure it? Have a care, for I forebode that if Turambar goes again to battle, then not he but the Shadow shall have the mastery.' 'Ill would I endure it,' she answered; 'but unwedded no better than wedded. And a wife, maybe, would better restrain him, and hold off the shadow.' Nonetheless she was troubled by the words of Brandir, and she bade Turambar wait yet a while. And he wondered and was downcast; but when he learned from Niniel that Brandir had counselled her to wait he was ill pleased. But when the next spring came he said to Niniel: 'Time passes. We have waited, and now I will wait no longer. Do as your heart bids you, Niniel most dear, but see: this is the choice before me. I will go back now to war in the wild; or I will wed you, and go never to war again �C save only to defend you, if some evil assails our home.' Then she was glad indeed, and she plighted her troth, and at the mid-summer they were wedded; and the woodmen made a great feast, and they gave them a fair house which they had built for them upon Amon Obel. There they dwelt in happiness, but Brandir was troubled, and the shadow on his heart grew deeper. CHAPTER XVI THE COMING OF GLAURUNG Now the power and malice of Glaurung grew apace, and he waxed fat, and he gathered Orcs to him, and ruled as a dragon-king, and all the realm of Nargothrond that had been was laid under him. And before this year ended, the third of Turambar's dwelling among the woodmen, he began to assail their land, which for a while had had peace; for indeed it was well known to Glaurung and to his Master that in Brethil there abode a remnant of free men, the last of the Three Houses to defy the power of the North. And this they would not brook; for it was the purpose of Morgoth to subdue all Beleriand and to search out its every corner, so that none in any hole or hiding might live that were not thrall to him. Thus, whether Glaurung guessed where Turin was hidden, or whether (as some hold) he had indeed for that time escaped from the eye of Evil that pursued him, is of little matter. For in the end the counsels of Brandir must prove vain, and at the last two choices only could there be for Turambar: to sit deedless until he was found, driven forth like a rat; or to go forth soon to battle, and be revealed. But when tidings of the coming of the Orcs were first brought to Ephel Brandir, he did not go forth and yielded to the prayers of Niniel. For she said: 'Our homes are not yet assailed, as your word was. It is said that the Orcs are not many. And Dorlas told me that before you came such affrays were not seldom, and the woodmen held them off.' But the woodmen were worsted, for these Orcs were of a fell breed, fierce and cunning; and indeed they came with a purpose to invade the Forest of Brethil, not as before passing through its eaves on other errands, or hunting in small bands. Therefore Dorlas and his men were driven back with loss, and the Orcs came over Teiglin and roamed far into the woods. And Dorlas came to Turambar and showed his wounds, and he said: 'See, lord, now is the time of our need come upon us, after a false peace, even as I foreboded. Did you not ask to be counted one of our people, and no stranger? Is this peril not yours also? For our homes will not remain hidden, if the Orcs come further into our land.' Therefore Turambar arose, and took up again his sword Gurthang, and he went to battle; and when the woodmen learned this they were greatly heartened, and they gathered to him, till he had a force of many hundreds. Then they hunted through the forest and slew all the Orcs that crept there, and hung them on the trees near the Crossings of Teiglin. And when a new host came against them, they trapped it, and being surprised both by the numbers of the woodmen and by the terror of the Black Sword that had returned, the Orcs were routed and slain in great number. Then the woodmen made great pyres and burned the bodies of the soldiers of Morgoth in heaps, and the smoke of their vengeance rose black into heaven, and the wind bore it away westward. But few living went back to Nargothrond with these tidings. Then Glaurung was wrathful indeed; but for a while he lay still and pondered what he had heard. Thus the winter passed in peace, and men said: 'Great is the Black Sword of Brethil, for all our enemies are overcome.' And Niniel was comforted, and she rejoiced in the renown of Turambar; but he sat in thought, and he said in his heart: 'The die is cast. Now comes the test, in which my boast shall be made good, or fail utterly. I will flee no more. Turambar indeed I will be, and by my own will and prowess I will surmount my doom �C or fall. But falling or riding, Glaurung at least I will slay.' Nonetheless he was unquiet, and he sent out men of daring as scouts far afield. For indeed, though no word was said, he now ordered things as he would, as if he were lord of Brethil, and no man heeded Brandir. Spring came hopefully, and men sang at their work. But in that spring Niniel conceived, and she became pale and wan, and all her happiness was dimmed. And soon after there came strange tidings, from the men that had gone abroad beyond Teiglin, that there was a great burning far out in the woods of the plain towards Nargothrond, and men wondered what it might be. But before long there came more reports: that the fires drew ever northward, and that indeed Glaurung himself made them. For he had left Nargothrond, and was abroad again on some errand. Then the more foolish or more hopeful said: 'His army is destroyed, and now at last he sees wisdom, and is going back whence he came.' And others said: 'Let us hope that he will pass us by.' But Turambar had no such hope, and knew that Glaurung was coming to seek him. Therefore though he masked his mind because of Niniel, he pondered ever by day and by night what counsel he should take; and spring turned towards summer. A day came when two men returned to Ephel Brandir in terror, for they had seen the Great Worm himself. 'In truth, lord,' they said, 'he draws now near to Teiglin, and turns not aside. He lay in the midst of a great burning, and the trees smoked about him. The stench of him is scarce to be endured. And all the long leagues back to Nargothrond his foul swath lies, we deem, in a line that swerves not, but points straight to us. What is to be done?' 'Little,' said Turambar, 'but to that little I have already given thought. The tidings you bring give me hope rather than dread; for if indeed he goes straight, as you say, and does not swerve, then I have some counsel for hardy hearts.' The men wondered, for he said no more at that time; but they took heart from his steadfast bearing. Now the river Teiglin ran in this manner. It flowed down from Ered Wethrin swift as Narog, but at first between low shores, until after the Crossings, gathering power from other streams, it clove a way through the feet of the highlands upon which stood the Forest of Brethil. Thereafter it ran in deep ravines, whose great sides were like walls of rock, but pent at the bottom the waters flowed with great force and noise. And right in the path of Glaurung there lay now one of these gorges, by no means the deepest, but the narrowest, just north of the inflow of Celebros. Therefore Turambar sent out three hardy men to keep watch from the brink on the movements of the Dragon; but he himself would ride to the high fall of Nen Girith, where news could find him swiftly, and whence he himself could look far across the lands. But first he gathered the woodmen together in Ephel Brandir and spoke to them, saying: 'Men of Brethil, a deadly peril has come upon us, which only great hardihood shall turn aside. But in this matter numbers will avail little; we must use cunning, and hope for good fortune. If we went up against the Dragon with all our strength, as against an army of Orcs, we should but offer ourselves all to death, and so leave our wives and kin defenceless. Therefore I say that you should stay here, and prepare for flight. For if Glaurung comes, then you must abandon this place, and scatter far and wide; and so may some escape and live. For certainly, if he can, he will destroy it, and all that he espies; but afterwards he will not abide here. In Nargothrond lies all his treasure, and there are the deep halls in which he can lie safe, and grow.' Then the men were dismayed, and were utterly downcast, for they trusted in Turambar, and had looked for more hopeful words. But he said: 'Nay, that is the worst. And it shall not come to pass, if my counsel and fortune are good. For I do not believe that this Dragon is unconquerable, though he grows greater in strength and malice with the years. I know somewhat of him. His power is rather in the evil spirit that dwells within him than in the might of his body, great though that be. For hear now this tale that I was told by some that fought in the year of the Nirnaeth, when I and most that hear me were children. In that field the Dwarves withstood him and Azaghal of Belegost pricked him so deep that he fled back to Angband. But here is a thorn sharper and longer than the knife of Azaghal.' And Turambar swept Gurthang from its sheath and stabbed with it up above his head, and it seemed to those that looked on that a flame leapt from Turambar's hand many feet into the air. Then they gave a great cry: 'The Black Thorn of Brethil!' 'The Black Thorn of Brethil,' said Turambar: 'well may he fear it. For know this: it is the doom of this Dragon (and all his brood, it is said) that how great so ever be his armour of horn, harder than iron, below he must go with the belly of a snake. Therefore, Men of Brethil, I go now to seek the belly of Glaurung, by what means I may. Who will come with me? I need but a few with strong arms and stronger hearts.' Then Dorlas stood forth and said: 'I will go with you, lord: for I would ever go forward rather than wait for a foe.' But no others were so swift to the call, for the dread of Glaurung lay on them, and the tale of the scouts that had seen him had gone about and grown in the telling. Then Dorlas cried out: 'Hearken, Men of Brethil, it is now well seen that for the evil of our times the counsels of Brandir were vain. There is no escape by hiding. Will none of you take the place of the son of Handir, that the house of Haleth be not put to shame?' Thus Brandir, who sat indeed in the high-seat of the lord of the assembly, but unheeded, was scorned, and he was bitter in his heart; for Turambar did not rebuke Dorlas. But one Hunthor, Brandir's kinsman, arose and said: 'You do evilly, Dorlas, to speak thus to the shame of your lord, whose limbs by ill hazard cannot do as his heart would. Beware lest the contrary be seen in you at some turn! And how can it be said that his counsels were vain, when they were never taken? You, his liege, have ever set them at naught. I say to you that Glaurung comes now to us, as to Nargothrond before, because our deeds have betrayed us, as he feared. But since this woe is now come, with your leave, son of Handir, I will go on behalf of Haleth's house.' Then Turambar said: 'Three is enough! You twain will I take. But, lord, I do not scorn you. See! We must go in great haste, and our task will need strong limbs. I deem that your place is with your people. For you are wise, and are a healer; and it may be that there will be great need of wisdom and healing ere long.' But these words, though fair spoken, did but embitter Brandir the more, and he said to Hunthor: 'Go then, but not with my leave. For a shadow lies on this man, and it will lead you to evil.' Now Turambar was in haste to go; but when he came to Niniel to bid her farewell, she clung to him, weeping grievously. 'Go not forth, Turambar, I beg!' she said. 'Challenge not the shadow that you have fled from! Nay, nay, flee still, and take me with you, far away!' 'Niniel most dear,' he answered, 'we cannot flee further, you and I. We are hemmed in this land. And even should I go, deserting the people that befriended us, I could but take you forth into the houseless wild, to your death and the death of our child. A hundred leagues lie between us and any land that is yet beyond the reach of the Shadow. But take heart, Niniel. For I say to you: neither you nor I shall be slain by this Dragon, nor by any foes of the North.' Then Niniel ceased to weep and fell silent, but her kiss was cold as they parted. Then Turambar with Dorlas and Hunthor went away hotfoot to Nen Girith, and when they came there the sun was westering and shadows were long; and the last two of the scouts were there awaiting them. 'You come not too soon, lord,' said they. 'For the Dragon has come on, and already when we left he had reached the brink of the Teiglin, and glared across the water. He moves ever by night, and we may look then for some stroke before tomorrow's dawn.' Turambar looked out over the falls of Celebros and saw the sun going down to its setting, and black spires of smoke rising by the borders of the river. 'There is no time to lose,' he said; 'yet these tidings are good. For my fear was that he would seek about; and if he passed northward and came to the Crossings and so to the old road in the lowland, then hope would be dead. But now some fury of pride and malice drives him headlong.' But even as he spoke, he wondered, and mused in his mind: 'Or can it be that one so evil and fell shuns the Crossings, even as the Orcs? Haudh-en-Elleth! Does Finduilas lie still between me and my doom?' Then he turned to his companions and said: 'This task now lies before us. We must wait yet a little, for too soon in this case were as ill as too late. When dusk falls, we must creep down, with all stealth, to Teiglin. But beware! For the ears of Glaurung are as keen as his eyes, and they are deadly. If we reach the river unmarked, we must then climb down into the ravine, and cross the water, and so come in the path that he will take when he stirs.' 'But how can he come forward so?' said Dorlas. 'Lithe he may be, but he is a great Dragon, and how shall he climb down the one cliff and up the other, when part must again be climbing before the hinder part is yet descended? And if he can so, what will it avail us to be in the wild water below?' 'Maybe he can so,' answered Turambar, 'and indeed if he does, it will go ill with us. But it is my hope from what we learn of him, and from the place where he now lies, that his purpose is otherwise. He is come to the brink of Cabed-en-Aras, over which, as you tell, a deer once leaped from the huntsmen of Haleth. So great is he now that I think he will seek to cast himself across there. That is all our hope, and we may trust to it.' Dorlas' heart sank at these words; for he knew better than any all the land of Brethil, and Cabed-en-Aras was a grim place indeed. On the east side was a sheer cliff of some forty feet, bare but tree-grown at the crown; on the other side was a bank somewhat less sheer and less high, shrouded with hanging trees and bushes, but between them the water ran fiercely between rocks, and though a man bold and sure-footed might ford it by day, it was perilous to dare it at night. But this was the counsel of Turambar, and it was useless to gainsay him. They set out therefore at dusk, and they did not go straight towards the Dragon, but took first the path towards the Crossings; then, before they came so far, they turned southward by a narrow track and passed into the twilight of the woods above Teiglin. And as they drew near to Cabed-en-Aras, step by step, halting often to listen, the reek of burning came to them, and a stench that sickened them. But all was deadly still, and there was no stir of air. The first stars glimmered in the east before them, and faint spires of smoke rose straight and unwavering against the last light in the west. Now when Turambar was gone Niniel stood silent as a stone; but Brandir came to her and said: 'Niniel, fear not the worst until you must. But did I not counsel you to wait?' 'You did so,' she answered. 'Yet how would that profit me now? For love may abide and suffer unwedded.' 'That I know,' said Brandir. 'Yet wedding is not for nothing.' 'No,' said Niniel. 'For now I am two months gone with his child. But it does not seem to me that my fear of loss is the more heavy to bear. I understand you not.' 'Nor I myself,' said he. 'And yet I am afraid.' 'What a comforter you are!' she cried. 'But Brandir, friend: wedded or unwedded, mother or maid, my dread is beyond enduring. The Master of Doom is gone to challenge his doom far hence, and how shall I stay here and wait for the slow coming of tidings, good or ill? This night, it may be, he will meet with the Dragon, and how shall I stand or sit, or pass the dreadful hours?' 'I know not,' said he, 'but somehow the hours must pass, for you and for the wives of those that went with him.' 'Let them do as their hearts bid!' she cried. 'But for me, I shall go. The miles shall not lie between me and my lord's peril. I will go to meet the tidings!' Then Brandir's dread grew black at her words, and he cried: 'That you shall not do, if I may hinder it. For thus will you endanger all counsel. The miles that lie between may give time for escape, if ill befall.' 'If ill befall, I shall not wish to escape,' she said. 'And now your wisdom is vain, and you shall not hinder me.' And she stood forth before the people that were still gathered in the open place of the Ephel, and she cried: 'Men of Brethil! I will not wait here. If my lord fails, then all hope is false. Your land and woods shall be burned utterly, and all your houses laid in ashes, and none, none, shall escape. Therefore why tarry here? Now I go to meet the tidings and whatever doom may send. Let all those of like mind come with me!' Then many were willing to go with her: the wives of Dorlas and Hunthor because those whom they loved were gone with Turambar; others for pity of Niniel and desire to befriend her; and many more that were lured by the very rumour of the Dragon, in their hardihood or their folly (knowing little of evil) thinking to see strange and glorious deeds. For indeed so great in their minds had the Black Sword become that few could believe that even Glaurung would conquer him. Therefore they set forth soon in haste, a great company, towards a peril that they did not understand; and going with little rest they came wearily at last, just at nightfall, to Nen Girith but a little while after Turambar had departed. But night is a cold counsellor, and many were now amazed at their own rashness; and when they heard from the scouts that remained there how near Glaurung was come, and the desperate purpose of Turambar, their hearts were chilled, and they dared go no further. Some looked out towards Cabed-en-Aras with anxious eyes, but nothing could they see, and nothing hear save the cold voice of the falls. And Niniel sat apart, and a great shuddering seized her. When Niniel and her company had gone, Brandir said to those that remained: 'Behold how I am scorned, and all my counsel disdained! Choose you another to lead you: for here I renounce both lordship and people. Let Turambar be your lord in name, since already he has taken all my authority. Let none seek of me ever again either counsel or healing!' And he broke his staff. To himself he thought: 'Now nothing is left to me, save only my love of Niniel: therefore where she goes, in wisdom or folly, I must go. In this dark hour nothing can be foreseen; but it may well chance that even I could ward off some evil from her, if I were nigh.' He girt himself therefore with a short sword, as seldom before, and took his crutch, and went with what speed he might out of the gate of the Ephel, limping after the others down the long path to the west march of Brethil. CHAPTER XVII THE DEATH OF GLAURUNG At last, even as full night closed over the land, Turambar and his companions came to Cabed-en-Aras, and they were glad of the great noise of the water; for though it promised peril below, it covered all other sounds. Then Dorlas led them a little aside, southwards, and they climbed down by a cleft to the cliff-foot; but there his heart quailed, for many rocks and great stones lay in the river, and the water ran wild about them, grinding its teeth. 'This is a sure way to death,' said Dorlas. 'It is the only way, to death or to life,' said Turambar, 'and delay will not make it seem more hopeful. Therefore follow me!' And he went on before them, and by skill and hardihood, or by fate, he came across, and in the deep dark he turned to see who came after. A dark form stood beside him. 'Dorlas?' he said. 'No, it is I,' said Hunthor. 'Dorlas failed at the crossing, I think. For a man may love war, and yet dread many things. He sits shivering on the shore, I guess; and may shame take him for his words to my kinsman.' Now Turambar and Hunthor rested a little, but soon the night chilled them, for they were both drenched with water, and they began to seek a way along the stream northwards towards the lodgement of Glaurung. There the chasm grew darker and narrower, and as they felt their way forward they could see a flicker above them as of smouldering fire, and they heard the snarling of the Great Worm in his watchful sleep. Then they groped for a way up, to come nigh under the brink; for in that lay all their hope to come at their enemy beneath his guard. But so foul now was the reek that their heads were dizzy, and they slipped as they clambered, and clung to the tree-stems, and retched, forgetting in their misery all fear save the dread of falling into the teeth of Teiglin. Then Turambar said to Hunthor: 'We spend our waning strength to no avail. For till we be sure where the Dragon will pass, it is vain to climb.' 'But when we know,' said Hunthor, 'then there will be no time to seek a way up out of the chasm.' 'Truly,' said Turambar. 'But where all lies on chance, to chance we must trust.' They halted therefore and waited, and out of the dark ravine they watched a white star far above creep across the faint strip of sky; and then slowly Turambar sank into a dream, in which all his will was given to clinging, though a black tide sucked and gnawed at his limbs. Suddenly there was a great noise and the walls of the chasm quivered and echoed. Turambar roused himself, and said to Hunthor: 'He stirs. The hour is upon us. Strike deep, for two must strike now for three!' And with that Glaurung began his assault upon Brethil; and all passed much as Turambar had hoped. For now the Dragon crawled with slow weight to the edge of the cliff, and he did not turn aside, but made ready to spring over the chasm with his great forelegs and then draw his bulk after. Terror came with him; for he did not begin his passage right above, but a little to the northward, and the watchers from beneath could see the huge shadow of his head against the stars; and his jaws gaped, and he had seven tongues of fire. Then he sent forth a blast, so that all the ravine was filled with a red light, and black shadows flying among the rocks; but the trees before him withered and went up in smoke, and stones crashed down into the river. And thereupon he hurled himself forward, and grappled the further cliff with his mighty claws, and began to heave himself across. Now there was need to be bold and swift, for though Turambar and Hunthor had escaped the blast, since they were not right in Glaurung's path, they yet had to come at him, before he passed over, or all their hope failed. Heedless of peril therefore Turambar clambered along the cliff to come beneath him; but there so deadly was the heat and the stench that he tottered and would have fallen if Hunthor, following stoutly behind, had not seized his arm and steadied him. 'Great heart!' said Turambar. 'Happy was the choice that took you for a helper!' But even as he spoke, a great stone hurtled from above and smote Hunthor on the head, and he fell into the water, and so ended: not the least valiant of the House of Haleth. Then Turambar cried: 'Alas! It is ill to walk in my shadow! Why did I seek aid? For now you are alone, O Master of Doom, as you should have known it must be. Now conquer alone!' Then he summoned to him all his will, and all his hatred of the Dragon and his Master, and it seemed to him that suddenly he found a strength of heart and of body that he had not known before; and he climbed the cliff, from stone to stone, and root to root, until he seized at last a slender tree that grew a little beneath the lip of the chasm, and though its top was blasted it still held fast by its roots. And even as he steadied himself in a fork of its boughs, the midmost parts of the Dragon came above him, and swayed down with their weight almost upon his head, ere Glaurung could heave them up. Pale and wrinkled was their underside, and all dank with a grey slime, to which clung all manner of dropping filth; and it stank of death. Then Turambar drew the Black Sword of Beleg and stabbed upwards with all the might of his arm, and of his hate, and the deadly blade, long and greedy, went into the belly even to its hilts. Then Glaurung, feeling his death-pang, gave forth a scream, whereat all the woods were shaken, and the watchers at Nen Girith were aghast. Turambar reeled as from a blow, and slipped down, and his sword was torn from his grasp, and clave to the belly of the Dragon. For Glaurung in a great spasm bent up all his shuddering bulk and hurled it over the ravine, and there upon the further shore he writhed, screaming, lashing and coiling himself in his agony, until he had broken a great space all about him, and lay there at last in a smoke and a ruin, and was still. Now Turambar clung to the roots of the tree, stunned and well-nigh overcome. But he strove against himself and drove himself on, and half sliding and half climbing he came down to the river, and dared again the perilous crossing, crawling now on hands and feet, clinging, blinded with spray, until he came over at last, and climbed wearily up the cleft by which they had descended. Thus he came at length to the place of the dying Dragon, and he looked on his stricken enemy without pity, and was glad. There now Glaurung lay, with jaws agape; but all his fires were burned out, and his evil eyes were closed. He was stretched out in his length, and had rolled upon one side, and the hilts of Gurthang stood in his belly. Then the heart of Turambar rose high within him, and though the Dragon still breathed he would recover his sword, which if he prized it before was now worth to him all the treasure of Nargothrond. True proved the words spoken at its forging that nothing, great or small, should live that once it had bitten. Therefore going up to his foe he set foot upon his belly, and seizing the hilts of Gurthang he put forth his strength to withdraw it. And he cried in mockery of Glaurung's words at Nargothrond: 'Hail, Worm of Morgoth! Well met again! Die now and the darkness have you! Thus is Turin son of Hurin avenged.' Then he wrenched out the sword, and even as he did so a spout of black blood followed it, and fell upon his hand, and his flesh was burned by the venom, so that he cried aloud at the pain. Thereat Glaurung stirred and opened his baleful eyes and looked upon Turambar with such malice that it seemed to him that he was smitten by an arrow; and for that and for the anguish of his hand he fell in a swoon, and lay as one dead beside the Dragon, and his sword was beneath him. Now the screams of Glaurung came to the people at Nen Girith, and they were filled with terror; and when the watchers beheld from afar the great breaking and burning that the Dragon made in his throes, they believed that he was trampling and destroying those that had assailed him. Then indeed they wished the miles longer that lay between them; but they dared not leave the high place where they were gathered, for they remembered the words of Turambar that, if Glaurung conquered, he would go first to Ephel Brandir. Therefore they watched in fear for any sign of his movement, but none were so hardy as to go down and seek for tidings in the place of the battle. And Niniel sat, and did not move, save that she shuddered and could not still her limbs; for when she heard the voice of Glaurung her heart died within her, and she felt her darkness creeping upon her again. Thus Brandir found her. For he came at last to the bridge over Celebros, slow and weary; all the long way alone he had limped on his crutch, and it was five leagues at the least from his home. Fear for Niniel had driven him on, and now the tidings that he learned were no worse than he had dreaded. 'The Dragon has crossed the river,' men told him, 'and the Black Sword is surely dead, and those that went with him.' Then Brandir stood by Niniel, and guessed her misery, and he yearned to her; but he thought nonetheless: 'The Black Sword is dead, and Niniel lives.' And he shuddered, for suddenly it seemed cold by the waters of Nen Girith; and he cast his cloak about Niniel. But he found no words to say; and she did not speak. Time passed, and still Brandir stood silent beside her, peering into the night and listening; but he could see nothing, and could hear no sound but the falling of the waters of Nen Girith, and he thought: 'Now surely Glaurung has gone and has passed into Brethil.' But he pitied his people no more, fools that had flouted his counsel, and had scorned him. 'Let the Dragon go to Amon Obel, and there will be time then to escape, and to lead Niniel away.' Whither, he scarce knew, for he had never journeyed beyond Brethil. At last he bent down and touched Niniel on the arm, and said to her: 'Time passes, Niniel! Come! It is time to go. If you will let me, I will lead you.' Then silently she arose, and took his hand, and they passed over the bridge and went down the path to the Crossings of Teiglin. But those that saw them moving as shadows in the dark knew not who they were, and cared not. And when they had gone some little way through the silent trees, the moon rose beyond Amon Obel, and the glades of the forest were filled with a grey light. Then Niniel halted and said to Brandir: 'Is this the way?'

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Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth

Arnoediad It is said that Beren and Luthien returned to the northern lands of Middle-earth, and dwelt together for a time as living man and woman; and they took up again their mortal form in Doriath. Those that saw them were both glad and fearful; and Luthien went to Menegroth and healed the winter of Thingol with the touch of her hand. But Melian looked in her eyes and read the doom that was written there, and turned away; for she knew that a parting beyond the end of the world had come between them, and no grief of loss has been heavier than the grief of Melian the Maia in that hour. Then Beren and Luthien went forth alone, fearing neither thirst nor hunger; and they passed beyond the River Gelion into Ossiriand, and dwelt there in Tol Galen the green isle, in the midst of Adurant, until all tidings of them ceased. The Eldar afterwards called that country Dor Firn-i-Guinar, the Land of the Dead that Live; and there was born Dior Aranel the beautiful, who was after known as Dior Eluchil, which is Thingol's Heir. No mortal man spoke ever again with Beren son of Barahir; and none saw Beren or Luthien leave the world, or marked where at last their bodies lay. In those days Maedhros son of Feanor lifted up his heart, perceiving that Morgoth was not unassailable; for the deeds of Beren and Luthien were sung in many songs throughout Beleriand. Yet Morgoth would destroy them all, one by one, if they could not again unite, and make new league and common council; and he began those counsels for the raising of the fortunes of the Eldar that are called the Union of Maedhros. Yet the oath of Feanor and the evil deeds that it had wrought did injury to the design of Maedhros, and he had less aid than should have been. Orodreth would not march forth at the word of any son of Feanor, because of the deeds of Celegorm and Curufin; and the Elves of Nargothrond trusted still to defend their hidden stronghold by secrecy and stealth. Thence came only a small company, following Gwindor son of Guilin, a very valiant prince; and against the will of Orodreth he went to the northern war, because he grieved for the loss of Gelmir his brother in the Dagor Bragollach. They took the badge of the house of Fingolfin, and marched beneath the banners of Fingon; and they came never back, save one. From Doriath came little help. For Maedhros and his brothers, being constrained by their oath, had before sent to Thingol and reminded him with haughty words of their claim, summoning him to yield the Silmaril, or become their enemy. Melian counselled him to surrender it; but the words of the sons of Feanor were proud and threatening, and Thingol was filled with anger, thinking of the anguish of Luthien and the blood of Beren whereby the jewel had been won, despite the malice of Celegorm and Curufin. And every day that he looked upon the Silmaril the more he desired to keep it for ever; for such was its power. Therefore he sent back the messengers with scornful words. Maedhros made no answer, for he had now begun to devise the league and union of the Elves; but Celegorm and Curufin vowed openly to slay Thingol and destroy his people, if they came victorious from war, and the jewel were not surrendered of free will. Then Thingol fortified the marches of his realm, and went not to war, nor any out of Doriath save Mablung and Beleg, who were unwilling to have no part in these great deeds. To them Thingol gave leave to go, so long as they served not the sons of Feanor; and they joined themselves to the host of Fingon. But Maedhros had the help of the Naugrim, both in armed force and in great store of weapons; and the smithies of Nogrod and Belegost were busy in those days. And he gathered together again all his brothers and all the people who would follow them; and the Men of Bor and Ulfang were marshalled and trained for war, and they summoned yet more of their kinsfolk out of the East. Moreover in the west Fingon, ever the friend of Maedhros, took counsel with Himring, and in Hithlum the Noldor and the Men of the house of Hador prepared for war. In the forest of Brethil Halmir, lord of the People of Haleth, gathered his men, and they whetted their axes; but Halmir died ere the war came, and Haldir his son ruled that people. And to Gondolin also the tidings came, to Turgon, the hidden king. But Maedhros made trial of his strength too soon, ere his plans were full-wrought; and though the Orcs were driven out of all the northward regions of Beleriand, and even Dorthonion was freed for a while, Morgoth was warned of the uprising of the Eldar and the Elf-friends, and took counsel against them. Many spies and workers of treason he sent forth among them, as he was the better able now to do, for the faithless Men of his secret allegiance were yet deep in the secrets of the sons of Feanor. At length Maedhros, having gathered all the strength that he could of Elves and Men and Dwarves, resolved to assault Angband from east and west; and he purposed to march with banners displayed in open force over Anfauglith. But when he had drawn forth, as he hoped, the armies of Morgoth in answer, then Fingon should issue forth from the passes of Hithlum; and thus they thought to take the might of Morgoth as between anvil and hammer, and break it to pieces. And the signal for this was to be the firing of a great beacon in Dorthonion. On the appointed day, on the morning of Midsummer, the trumpets of the Eldar greeted the rising of the sun; and in the east was raised the standard of the sons of Feanor, and in the west the standard of Fingon, High King of the Noldor. Then Fingon looked out from the walls of Eithel Sirion, and his host was arrayed in the valleys and the woods upon the east of Ered Wethrin, well hid from the eyes of the Enemy; but he knew that it was very great. For there all the Noldor of Hithlum were assembled, together with Elves of the Falas and Gwindor's company from Nargothrond, and he had great strength of Men: upon the right were the host of Dor-lomin and all the valour of Hurin and Huor his brother, and to them had come Haldir of Brethil with many men of the woods. Then Fingon looked towards Thangorodrim, and there was a dark cloud about it, and a black smoke went up; and he knew that the wrath of Morgoth was aroused, and that their challenge was accepted. A shadow of doubt fell upon Fingon's heart; and he looked eastwards, seeking if he might see with elven-sight the dust of Anfauglith rising beneath the hosts of Maedhros. He knew not that Maedhros was hindered in his setting-forth by the guile of Uldor the accursed, who deceived him with false warnings of assault from Angband. But now a cry went up, passing up the wind from the south from vale to vale, and Elves and Men lifted their voices in wonder and joy. For unsummoned and unlocked for Turgon had opened the leaguer of Gondolin, and was come with an army ten thousand strong, with bright mail and long swords and spears like a forest. Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon his brother, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: 'Utulie'n aure! Aiya Eldalie ar Atanatari, utulie'n aure! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!' And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: 'Auta i lome! The night is passing!' Now Morgoth, who knew much of what was done and designed by his enemies, chose his hour, and trusting in his treacherous servants to hold back Maedhros and prevent the union of his foes he sent a force seeming great (and yet but part of all that he had made ready) towards Hithlum; and they were clad all in dun raiment and showed no naked steel, and thus were already far over the sands of Anfauglith before their approach was seen. Then the hearts of the Noldor grew hot, and their captains wished to assail their foes upon the plain; but Hurin spoke against it, and bade them beware of the guile of Morgoth, whose strength was always greater than it seemed, and his purpose other than he revealed. And though the signal of the approach of Maedhros came not, and the host grew impatient, Hurin urged them still to await it, and to let the Orcs break themselves in assault upon the hills. But the Captain of Morgoth in the west had been commanded to draw out Fingon swiftly from his hills by whatever means he could. He marched on therefore until the front of his battle was drawn up before the stream of Sirion, from the walls of the fortress of Eithel Sirion to the inflowing of Rivil at the Fen of Serech; and the outposts of Fingon could see the eyes of their enemies. But there was no answer to his challenge, and the taunts of the Orcs faltered as they looked upon the silent walls and the hidden threat of the hills. Then the Captain of Morgoth sent out riders with tokens of parley, and they rode up before the outworks of the Barad Eithel. With them they brought Gelmir son of Guilin, that lord of Nargothrond whom they had captured in the Bragollach; and they had blinded him. Then the heralds of Angband showed him forth, crying: 'We have many more such at home, but you must make haste if you would find them; for we shall deal with them all when we return even so.' And they hewed off Gelmir's hands and feet, and his head last, within sight of the Elves, and left him. By ill chance, at that place in the outworks stood Gwindor of Nargothrond, the brother of Gelmir. Now his wrath was kindled to madness, and he leapt forth on horseback, and many riders with him; and they pursued the heralds and slew them, and drove on deep into the main host. And seeing this all the host of the Noldor was set on fire, and Fingon put on his white helm and sounded his trumpets, and all the host of Hithlum leapt forth from the hills in sudden onslaught. The light of the drawing of the swords of the Noldor was like a fire in a field of reeds; and so fell and swift was their onset that almost the designs of Morgoth went astray. Before the army that he sent westward could be strengthened it was swept away, and the banners of Fingon passed over Anfauglith and were raised before the walls of Angband. Ever in the forefront of that battle went Gwindor and the Elves of Nargothrond, and even now they could not be restrained; and they burst through the Gate and slew the guards upon the very stairs of Angband, and Morgoth trembled upon his deep throne, hearing them beat upon his doors. But they were trapped there, and all were slain save Gwindor only, whom they took alive; for Fingon could not come to their aid. By many secret doors in Thangorodrim Morgoth had let issue forth his main host that he held in waiting, and Fingon was beaten back with great loss from the walls. Then in the plain of Anfauglith, on the fourth day of the war, there began Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Unnumbered Tears, for no song or tale can contain all its grief. The host of Fingon retreated over the sands, and Haldir lord of the Haladin was slain in the rearguard; with him fell most of the Men of Brethil, and came never back to their woods. But on the fifth day as night fell, and they were still far from Ered Wethrin, the Orcs surrounded the host of Hithlum, and they fought until day, pressed ever closer. In the morning came hope, when the horns of Turgon were heard as he marched up with the main host of Gondolin; for they had been stationed southward guarding the Pass of Sirion, and Turgon restrained most of his people from the rash onslaught. Now he hastened to the aid of his brother; and the Gondolindrim were strong and clad in mail, and their ranks shone like a river of steel in the sun. Now the phalanx of the guard of the King broke through the ranks of the Orcs, and Turgon hewed his way to the side of his brother; and it is told that the meeting of Turgon with Hurin, who stood beside Fingon, was glad in the midst of battle. Then hope was renewed in the hearts of the Elves; and in that very time, at the third hour of morning, the trumpets of Maedhros were heard at last coming up from the east, and the banners of the sons of Feanor assailed the enemy in the rear. Some have said that even then the Eldar might have won the day, had all their hosts proved faithful;  for the Orcs wavered, and their onslaught was stayed, and already some were turning to flight. But even as the vanguard of Maedhros came upon the Orcs, Morgoth loosed his last strength, and Angband was emptied. There came wolves, and wolfriders, and there came Balrogs, and dragons, and Glaurung father of dragons. The strength and terror of the Great Worm were now great indeed, and Elves and Men withered before him; and he came between the hosts of Maedhros and Fingon and swept them apart. Yet neither by wolf, nor by Balrog, nor by Dragon, would Morgoth have achieved his end, but for the treachery of Men. In this hour the plots of Ulfang were revealed. Many of the Easterlings turned and fled, their hearts being filled with lies and fear; but the sons of Ulfang went over suddenly to Morgoth and drove in upon the rear of the sons of Feanor, and in the confusion that they wrought they came near to the standard of Maedhros. They reaped not the reward that Morgoth promised them, for Maglor slew Uldor the accursed, the leader in treason, and the sons of Bor slew Ulfast and Ulwarth ere they themselves were slain. But new strength of evil Men came up that Uldor had summoned and kept hidden in the eastern hills, and the host of Maedhros was assailed now on three sides, and it broke, and was scattered, and fled this way and that. Yet fate saved the sons of Feanor, and though all were wounded none were slain, for they drew together, and gathering a remnant of the Noldor and the Naugrim about them they hewed a way out of the battle and escaped far away towards Mount Dolmed in the east. Last of all the eastern force to stand firm were the Dwarves of Belegost, and thus they won renown. For the Naugrim withstood fire more hardily than either Elves or Men, and it was their custom moreover to wear great masks in battle hideous to look upon; and those stood them in good stead against the dragons. And but for them Glaurung and his brood would have withered all that was left of the Noldor. But the Naugrim made a circle about him when he assailed them, and even his mighty armour was not full proof against the blows of their great axes; and when in his rage Glaurung turned and struck down Azaghal, Lord of Belegost, and crawled over him, with his last stroke Azaghal drove a knife into his belly, and so wounded him that he fled the field, and the beasts of Angband in dismay followed after him. Then the Dwarves raised up the body of Azaghal and bore it away; and with slow steps they walked behind singing a dirge in deep voices, as it were a funeral pomp in their country, and gave no heed more to their foes; and none dared to stay them. But now in the western battle Fingon and Turgon were assailed by a tide of foes thrice greater than all the force that was left to them. Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, high-captain of Angband, was come; and he drove a dark wedge between the Elvenhosts, surrounding King Fingon, and thrusting Turgon and Hurin aside towards the Fen of Serech. Then he turned upon Fingon. That was a grim meeting. At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces, and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. The field was lost; but still Hurin and Huor and the remnant of the house of Hador stood firm with Turgon of Gondolin, and the hosts of Morgoth could not yet win the Pass of Sirion. Then Hurin spoke to Turgon, saying: 'Go now, lord, while time is! For in you lives the last hope of the Eldar, and while Gondolin stands Morgoth shall still know fear in his heart.' But Turgon answered: 'Not long now can Gondolin be hidden; and being discovered it must fall.' Then Huor spoke and said: 'Yet if it stands but a little while, then out of your house shall come the hope of Elves and Men. This I say to you, lord, with the eyes of death: though we part here for ever, and I shall not look on your white walls again, from you and from me a new star shall arise. Farewell!' And Maeglin, Turgon's sister-son, who stood by, heard these words, and did not forget them; but he said nothing. Then Turgon took the counsel of Hurin and Huor, and summoning all that remained of the host of Gondolin and such of Fingon's people as could be gathered he retreated towards the Pass of Sirion; and his captains Ecthelion and Glorfindel guarded the flanks to right and left, so that none of the enemy should pass them by. But the Men of Dorlomin held the rearguard, as Hurin and Huor desired; for they did not wish in their hearts to leave the Northlands, and if they could not win back to their homes, there they would stand to the end. Thus was the treachery of Uldor redressed; and of all the deeds of war that the fathers of Men wrought in behalf of the Eldar, the last stand of the Men of Dorlomin is most renowned. So it was that Turgon fought his way southward, until coming behind the guard of Hurin and Huor he passed down Sirion and escaped; and he vanished into the mountains and was hidden from the eyes of Morgoth. But the brothers drew the remnant of the Men of the house of Hador about them, and foot by foot they withdrew, until they came behind the Fen of Serech, and had the stream of Rivil before them. There they stood and gave way no more. Then all the hosts of Angband swarmed against them, and they bridged the stream with their dead, and encircled the remnant of Hithlum as a gathering tide about a rock. There as the sun westered on the sixth day, and the shadow of Ered Wethrin grew dark, Huor fell pierced with a venomed arrow in his eye, and all the valiant Men of Hador were slain about him in a heap; and the Orcs hewed their heads and piled them as a mound of gold in the sunset. Last of all Hurin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Hurin  cried: 'Aure entuluva! Day shall come again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery. Thus ended Nirnaeth Arnoediad, as the sun went down beyond the sea. Night fell in Hithlum, and there came a great storm of wind out of the West. Great was the triumph of Morgoth, and his design was accomplished in a manner after his own heart; for Men took the lives of Men, and betrayed the Eldar, and fear and hatred were aroused among those that should have been united against him. From that day the hearts of the Elves were estranged from Men, save only those of the Three Houses of the Edain. The realm of Fingon was no more; and the sons of Feanor wandered as leaves before the wind. Their arms were scattered, and their league broken; and they took to a wild and woodland life beneath the feet of Ered Lindon, mingling with the Green-elves of Ossiriand, bereft of their power and glory of old. In Brethil some few of the Haladin yet dwelt in the protection of their woods, and Handir son of Haldir was their lord; but to Hithlum came back never one of Fingon's host, nor any of the Men of Hador's house, nor any tidings of the battle and the fate of their lords. But Morgoth sent thither the Easterlings that had served him, denying them the rich lands of Beleriand which they coveted; and he shut them in Hithlum and forbade them to leave it. Such was the reward he gave them for their treachery to Maedhros: to plunder and harass the old and the women and the children of Hador's people. The remnant of the Eldar of Hithlum were taken to the mines of the north and laboured there as thralls, save some that eluded him and escaped into the wilds and the mountains.' The Orcs and the wolves went freely through all the North, and came ever further southward into Beleriand, even as far as Nantathren, the Land of Willows, and the borders of Ossiriand, and none were safe in field or wild. Doriath indeed remained, and the halls of Nargothrond were hidden; but Morgoth gave small heed to them, either because he knew little of them, or because their hour was not yet come in the deep purposes of his malice. Many now fled to the Havens and took refuge behind Cirdan's walls, and the mariners passed up and down the coast and harried the enemy with swift landings. But in the next year, ere the winter was come, Morgoth sent great strength over Hithlum and Nevrast, and they came down the rivers Brithon and Nenning and ravaged all the Falas, and besieged the walls of Brithombar and Eglarest. Smiths and miners and makers of fire they brought with them, and they set up great engines; and valiantly though they were resisted they broke the walls at last. Then the Havens were laid in ruin, and the tower of Barad Nimras cast down; and the most part of Cirdan's people were slain or enslaved. But some went aboard ship and escaped by sea; and among them was Ereinion Gil-galad, the son of Fingon, whom his father had sent to the Havens after the Dagor Bragollach. This remnant sailed with Cirdan south to the Isle of Balar, and they made a refuge for all that could come thither; for they kept a foothold also at the Mouths of Sirion, and there many light and swift ships lay hid in the creeks and waters where the reeds were dense as a forest. And when Turgon heard of this he sent again his messengers to Sirion's mouths, and besought the aid of Cirdan the Shipwright. At the bidding of Turgon Cirdan built seven swift ships, and they sailed out into the West; but no tidings of them came ever back to Balar, save of one, and the last. The mariners of that ship toiled long in the sea, and returning at last in despair they foundered in a great storm within sight of the coasts of Middle-earth; but one of them was saved by Ulmo from the wrath of Osse, and the waves bore him up, and cast him ashore in Nevrast. His name was Voronwe; and he was one of those that Turgon sent forth as messengers from Gondolin. Now the thought of Morgoth dwelt ever upon Turgon; for Turgon had escaped him, of ail his foes that one whom he most desired to take or to destroy. And that thought troubled him, and marred his victory, for Turgon of the mighty house of Fingolfin was now by right King of all the Noldor; and Morgoth feared and hated the house of Fingolfin, because they had the friendship of Ulmo his foe, and because of the wounds that Fingolfin gave him with his sword. And most of all his kin Morgoth feared Turgon; for of old in Valinor his eye had lighted upon him, and whenever he drew near a shadow had fallen on his spirit, foreboding that in some time that yet lay hidden, from Turgon ruin should come to him. Therefore Hurin was brought before Morgoth, for Morgoth knew that he had the friendship of the King of Gondolin; but Hurin defied him, and mocked him. Then Morgoth cursed Hurin and Morwen and their offspring, and set a doom upon them of darkness and sorrow; and taking Hurin from prison he set him in a chair of stone upon a high place of Thangorodrim. There he was bound by the power of Morgoth, and Morgoth standing beside him cursed him again; and he said: 'Sit now there; and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou lovest. Thou hast dared to mock me, and to question the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda. Therefore with my eyes thou shalt see, and with my ears thou shalt hear; and never shalt thou move from this place until all is fulfilled unto its bitter end.' And even so it came to pass; but it is not said that Hurin asked ever of Morgoth either mercy or death, for himself or for any of his kin. By the command of Morgoth the Orcs with great labour gathered all the bodies of those who had fallen in the great battle, and all their harness and weapons, and piled them in a great mound in the midst of Anfauglith; and it was like a hill that could be seen from afar. Haudh-en-Ndengin the Elves named it, the Hill of Slain, and Haudh-enNirnaeth, the Hill of Tears. But grass came there and grew again long and green upon that hill, alone in all the desert that Morgoth made; and no creature of Morgoth trod thereafter upon the earth beneath which the swords of the Eldar and the Edain crumbled into rust.