THE TALE OF HURIN AND MORWEN

As it has been passed down in the Silmarillion for ages

HE thought of Morgoth dwelt ever upon Turgon; for Turgon had escaped him, of all his foes that one whom he most desired to take or to destroy. 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 shall 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.

HE Tale of the Children of Hurin is the longest of all the lays that speak of those days. It's tale shall not be told here but suffice it to say that Morgoth poisoned the fates of Turin and Nienor (the children of Hurin) and they suffered greatly. This tale is the story of the last meeting of Hurin and Morwen. When all was fulfilled to its desperate ending and Hurin had seen everything; Morgoth released Hurin from his bondage, bidding him to go where he would; and Morgoth feigned that in this he was moved by pity as for an enemy utterly defeated. Then little though he trusted the words of Morgoth, knowing indeed that he was without pity, Hurin took his freedom, and went forth in grief, embittered by the words of the dark lord; and a year was gone now since the death of Turin his son. Hurin wandered through the lands in heavy grief. He came to the place where his son and daughter had been betrayed and then he saw her. Sitting in the shadow of the stone there was a woman, bent over her knees; and as Hurin stood there silent she cast back her tattered hood and lifted her face. Grey she was and old, but suddenly her eyes looked into his, and he knew her; for though they were wild and full of fear, that light still gleamed in them that long ago had earned her the name Morwen Eledhwen, proudest and most beautiful of mortal woman in the days of old.

"You come at last," she said. "I have waited too long."
"It was a dark road. I have come as I could," he answered.
"But you are too late," said Morwen. "They are lost."
"I know it," he said. "But you are not."
But Morwen said: "Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now 
little time is left: if you know, tell me! How did she find him?" 

But Hurin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Hurin knew that she had died. He looked down at her in the twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away. "She was not conquered," he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.

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