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The Lay of the Children of Húrin (First Version) III

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Volume: The Lays of Beleriand
Chapter: The Lay of the Children of Húrin (First Version)
Pages: 56–79
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FAILIVRIN
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin faithful-hearted¶⸥⸤⸥
⸤¶the brand of
⸤¶lifted with loathing
⸤¶and hid it
⸤¶then he turned
⸤¶and softly said
⸤¶unhappy-hearted, what helpeth
⸤¶to sit thus
⸤¶without hope or
⸤¶by those words
⸤¶‘I abide by
⸤¶thou voice unfaithful.
⸤¶O Death dark-handed,
⸤¶if remorse may
⸤¶crush me conquered
⸤¶Flinding answered, and
⸤¶for wrath and
⸤¶Not thus unthinking
⸤¶heights enchainéd did
⸤¶‘Curse thy comfort!
⸤¶If Death comes
⸤¶I will seek
⸤¶O cold and
⸤¶murderer of thy
⸤¶and slay me
⸤¶‘Look not, luckless,
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⸤¶nor sully anew
⸤¶in the flesh
⸤¶he fell by
⸤¶Yea, think that
⸤¶his wrongéd blade
⸤¶its thirst cooling
⸤¶blood of Bauglir’s
⸤¶Is the feud
⸤¶on thee laid,
⸤¶Dream not that
⸤¶or thy dirges
⸤¶less would like
⸤¶and vows of
⸤¶though victory seldom
⸤¶Then fiercely Túrin
⸤¶cried new-crazéd: ‘Ye
⸤¶why turn ye
⸤¶when the son
⸤¶in wrath await
⸤¶here is vengeance
⸤¶I will follow
⸤¶of the angry
⸤¶Fainting Flinding there
⸤¶and words of
⸤¶he breathless spake:
⸤¶for need hast
⸤¶and strength to
⸤¶Who flees to
⸤¶and vengeance delayed
⸤¶The madness passed;
⸤¶neath the tangled
⸤¶brooding blackly on
⸤¶till the dusk
⸤¶and the early
⸤¶Then Beleg’s burial
⸤¶did Flinding fashion;
⸤¶he left him
⸤¶with long labour
⸤¶But Túrin tearless
⸤¶on the corse
⸤¶cold and open,
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⸤¶His bow laid
⸤¶and words of
⸤¶‘Now fare well,
⸤¶neath Tengwethil in
⸤¶where drink the
⸤¶o’er the sea
⸤¶but the tears
⸤¶by the flames
⸤¶His mind once
⸤¶as heaped they
⸤¶a mound of
⸤¶Light lay the
⸤¶heavy lay the
⸤¶That grief was
⸤¶on his face
⸤¶and this was
⸤¶Thence he wandered
⸤¶but for Flinding
⸤¶or been lost
⸤¶Renewed in that
⸤¶was heart and
⸤¶that he guarded
⸤¶with the light
⸤¶and they hid
⸤¶by darkness shrouded
⸤¶The tale tells
⸤¶how roamed their
⸤¶whose beetling branches,
⸤¶did greedy grope
⸤¶to ensnare their
⸤¶Yet west they
⸤¶and haggard hunger,
⸤¶and hiding in
⸤¶by their fate
⸤¶of Dor-na-Fauglith’s dusty
⸤¶to a mighty
⸤¶they came at
⸤¶bedewed as by
⸤¶‘A! green that
⸤¶where sleep the
⸤¶where the folk
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⸤¶There was fought
⸤¶Nirnaith Ornoth, Unnumbered
⸤¶’Twas built with
⸤¶neath moon nor
⸤¶by Man nor
⸤¶ever dare for
⸤¶Thus Flinding faltered,
⸤¶Túrin’s heaviness, that
⸤¶toward Thangorodrim, and
⸤¶the maker of
⸤¶Thence later led
⸤¶o’er the slender
⸤¶not long had
⸤¶from his shining
⸤¶the Shadowy Mountains
⸤¶there bend humbled
⸤¶in mist mantled,
⸤¶Here the Orcs
⸤¶o’er Sirion swim,
⸤¶through moor and
⸤¶through caverns carven
⸤¶of Earth far
⸤¶and leagues untrodden,
⸤¶fleeting floweth, with
⸤¶in the songs
⸤¶Thus reached they
⸤¶of those hoary
⸤¶the shaggy pinewoods
⸤¶There the twain
⸤¶and dim mazes
⸤¶in Nan Dungorthin
⸤¶have shrouded shrines
⸤¶more old than
⸤¶the golden Gods
⸤¶But the ghostly
⸤¶hindered nor hurt
⸤¶with creeping flesh
⸤¶Yet laughter at
⸤¶as distant mockery
⸤¶there harsh and
⸤¶Flinding fancied, fell,
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⸤¶as that leering
⸤¶that rang in
⸤¶of Beleg’s slaughter.
⸤¶that dogs us
⸤¶he shuddering thought;
⸤¶and black foreboding
⸤¶when they clomb
⸤¶that walled that
⸤¶and southward saw
⸤¶more warm and
⸤¶during the daylight
⸤¶o’er mountain pasture,
⸤¶over fell and
⸤¶that slipped down
⸤¶in his eastward
⸤¶to the South,
⸤¶After seven journeys
⸤¶on a night
⸤¶to those lands
⸤¶Flinding aforetime. At
⸤¶the white arrows
⸤¶gazed down gladly
⸤¶and smiling slopes
⸤¶There builded boles
⸤¶marched in majesty
⸤¶of golden russet
⸤¶in leaves translucent
⸤¶their boughs up-bending
⸤¶by the wings
⸤¶o’er blossomy bent
⸤¶to the wavering
⸤¶There rush and
⸤¶and leaves like
⸤¶green with sunlight.
⸤¶of Flinding the
⸤¶there glimmered golden,
⸤¶was washed with
⸤¶Túrin Thalion, and
⸤¶On Ivrin’s lake
⸤¶Lo! cool and
⸤¶she is fed
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⸤¶by Ylmir the
⸤¶wielder of waters,
⸤¶From outmost Ocean
⸤¶his message hither
⸤¶the healing of
⸤¶for foes of
⸤¶who alone remembers
⸤¶the need of
⸤¶(that in tongue
⸤¶are born, and
⸤¶o’er the bents
⸤¶swirl down southward
⸤¶of Nargothrond by
⸤¶that death and
⸤¶of Nirnaith Ornoth,
⸤¶escaped unscathed. Thence
⸤¶the Hills of
⸤¶and the Dancer
⸤¶it winds and
⸤¶Nan-Tathrin’s land, for
⸤¶it journeys joyful
⸤¶with Sirion in
⸤¶where snipe and
⸤¶first pipe and
⸤¶sweeping soundless to
⸤¶where the waters
⸤¶murmurous mingle. A
⸤¶there lies, all
⸤¶there all day
⸤¶and the sea-birds
⸤¶whitewingéd hosts whistling
⸤¶uncounted voices crying
⸤¶There a shining
⸤¶whose pebbles as
⸤¶by spray and
⸤¶in the moon
⸤¶when the Dweller
⸤¶the waters white
⸤¶when the long-haired
⸤¶with bit and
⸤¶in wrack wreathéd
⸤¶to the thunder
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⸤¶Thus Flinding spake
⸤¶of Ylmir the
⸤¶which hale and
⸤¶and foaming Narog,
⸤¶Orc of Morgoth,
⸤¶no plunderer passed.
⸤¶to reach the
⸤¶(nought yet knew
⸤¶they harried o’er
⸤¶that lay behind
⸤¶the Shadowy Mountains
⸤¶of the pools
⸤¶Túrin hearkened to
⸤¶the washing of
⸤¶an echo as
⸤¶in the abyss
⸤¶was hope in
⸤¶to the lake
⸤¶arm it reaches
⸤¶o’ergrown with green
⸤¶at whose outer
⸤¶a gap, a
⸤¶whence thrusteth thin
⸤¶newborn Narog, nineteen
⸤¶o’er a flickering
⸤¶and a glimmering
⸤¶fountains fills he
⸤¶in the cool
⸤¶There deeply drank
⸤¶Túrin the toilworn
⸤¶hurt’s ease found
⸤¶from the meshes
⸤¶as they sat
⸤¶and watched in
⸤¶o’er the wall
⸤¶whose peaks empurpled
⸤¶Then it dropped
⸤¶up the cliffs
⸤¶the last beacons
⸤¶To the stars
⸤¶the mountains waited
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⸤¶o’er the endless
⸤¶dreaming deeply dim
⸤¶their pallid faces.
⸤¶woven, wordless, they
⸤¶till cold breezes
⸤¶clear and fragrant
⸤¶then sought they
⸤¶cove outcarven; there
⸤¶that brightly blossomed
⸤¶in flowers of
⸤¶a slender smoke,
⸤¶on the firelit
⸤¶and wondering words
⸤¶‘O Gnome, I
⸤¶or father’s blood
⸤¶to a witless
⸤¶the bane of
⸤¶Then Flinding fearful
⸤¶should seize for
⸤¶retold the tale
⸤¶how the trackless
⸤¶Deadly Nightshade, dreadly
⸤¶of Beleg the
⸤¶and that deed
⸤¶that song has
⸤¶of the fate
⸤¶in the tangled
⸤¶when Morgoth’s might
⸤¶Then his voice
⸤¶and lo! tears
⸤¶till loosed at
⸤¶of his whelming
⸤¶soundless, shaken, the
⸤¶with griping fingers
⸤¶But Flinding the
⸤¶no comfort cold
⸤¶for sleep swept
⸤¶There a singing
⸤¶and he woke
⸤¶the night was
⸤¶but a song
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⸤¶went strong and
⸤¶’Twas Túrin that
⸤¶up high o’er
⸤¶now falling faintly,
⸤¶a song of
⸤¶the dirge of
⸤¶There wondrous wove
⸤¶that woods and
⸤¶the rocks were
⸤¶That song he
⸤¶by Gnomes renewed
⸤¶it widely has
⸤¶to battle with
⸤¶’Tis told that
⸤¶and fared to
⸤¶to sleep soundless
⸤¶to the high
⸤¶A vision he
⸤¶of slumber roving:
⸤¶up the bleak
⸤¶to a cup
⸤¶whose broken brink
⸤¶by the North-wind’s
⸤¶did fringe forbidding.
⸤¶was a dark
⸤¶with yews mingled
⸤¶The leafless limbs
⸤¶were blotched and
⸤¶a lifeless remnant
⸤¶charred chill fingers
⸤¶to the cold
⸤¶‘O Beleg, my
⸤¶where is buried
⸤¶and the echoes
⸤¶yet a veiléd
⸤¶he caught that
⸤¶o’er the sea’s
⸤¶My bow is
⸤¶my grove is
⸤¶here dread dwelleth,
⸤¶this angry earth,
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⸤¶none gain the
⸤¶by this perilous
⸤¶yet my life
⸤¶in the halls
⸤¶Courage be thy
⸤¶Then he woke
⸤¶courage him comforted,
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin, to
⸤¶There the sun
⸤¶through the wild
⸤¶roofed with a
⸤¶‘Whither, O Flinding,
⸤¶or dwell we
⸤¶by the lake
⸤¶‘To Nargothrond of
⸤¶said Flinding, ‘my
⸤¶that Celegorm and
⸤¶of Fëanor founded
⸤¶there built a
⸤¶who live now
⸤¶with those five
⸤¶fell unflinching foes
⸤¶Maidros whom Morgoth
⸤¶is lord and
⸤¶his sweeping sword;
⸤¶there Damrod and
⸤¶the seven seekers
⸤¶Now Orodreth rules
⸤¶the numbered hosts
⸤¶There to woman’s
⸤¶frail Finduilas the
⸤¶his daughter dear,
⸤¶a light, a
⸤¶and yet love
⸤¶Where Narog’s torrent
⸤¶down his stream
⸤¶swiftly southward they
⸤¶and summer smiling
⸤¶through day on
⸤¶where birds blithely
⸤¶thrilled and trembled
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⸤¶No eyes them
⸤¶till they gained
⸤¶all glad and
⸤¶There her gentler
⸤¶and they glide
⸤¶to the Hunters’
⸤¶uprear their rocks
⸤¶There watchful waited
⸤¶lest the need
⸤¶for the sea
⸤¶and eager Narog
⸤¶Their treegirt towers
⸤¶no light betrayed
⸤¶no horns hooted
⸤¶in loud alarm;
⸤¶unseen, stealthy, beset
⸤¶as of wild
⸤¶then follow fleetly
⸤¶their heedless prey
⸤¶In this fashion
⸤¶that wandering Orc
⸤¶unheard harried, hemmed
⸤¶The slain are
⸤¶of the nimble
⸤¶who word or
⸤¶from their homes
⸤¶was to Bauglir
⸤¶and east over
⸤¶no cause or
⸤¶though of shield
⸤¶of warriors wieldy
⸤¶to power and
⸤¶their scouts and
⸤¶Thus the twain
⸤¶and the river
⸤¶in foam hastened
⸤¶In a gloom
⸤¶there his fate
⸤¶Túrin Thalion –
⸤¶of writhing roots
⸤¶as he fell
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⸤¶a shrill-shafted arrow
⸤¶and trembled sudden
⸤¶Then Flinding o’er
⸤¶‘Who shoots unsure
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin of
⸤¶and the son
⸤¶here flee to
⸤¶His words in
⸤¶no leaf there
⸤¶there cracked, no
⸤¶stirred the silence.
⸤¶in the glades
⸤¶Thus fared they
⸤¶unseen saw them,
⸤¶unheard hastened behind
⸤¶till each shaken
⸤¶they fled furtive
⸤¶for thereafter was
⸤¶and they came
⸤¶through flowery frith
⸤¶they fared, and
⸤¶the leas and
⸤¶the teeming tilth
⸤¶twixt hills and
⸤¶in the fields
⸤¶in the long
⸤¶every tree there
⸤¶and eyed them
⸤¶of the nodding
⸤¶on land and
⸤¶Never hall or
⸤¶in the light
⸤¶but a pathway
⸤¶was broadly beaten.
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin, whose
⸤¶that white roadway.
⸤¶to the acres’
⸤¶twixt wall and
⸤¶to blossomy banks
⸤¶A spuming torrent,
⸤¶from the highest
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⸤¶clove and crossed
⸤¶with slim and
⸤¶a bridge was
⸤¶in the froth
⸤¶that headlong hurried
⸤¶Where it found
⸤¶there steeply stood
⸤¶of the hills,
⸤¶there shrouded in
⸤¶wide and winding,
⸤¶was fashioned in
⸤¶Doors there darkly
⸤¶were hewn in
⸤¶and their posts
⸤¶They were shut
⸤¶as a phantom
⸤¶in the hill
⸤¶a creaking portal
⸤¶was flung, and
⸤¶leaping lightly, lances
⸤¶and swift encircling
⸤¶the wanderers wayworn,
⸤¶through the gaping
⸤¶Ground and grumbled
⸤¶the door gigantic;
⸤¶it clanged and
⸤¶and echoes awful
⸤¶there ran and
⸤¶the light was
⸤¶down long and
⸤¶their guards guiding
⸤¶till the faint
⸤¶flared before them;
⸤¶as of many
⸤¶they heard as
⸤¶Round a sudden
⸤¶and saw a
⸤¶where hundreds hushed
⸤¶neath distant domes
⸤¶them wordless waited.
⸤¶with washing echoes
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⸤¶amid the multitude,
⸤¶for fifty fathoms
⸤¶and wavering wan,
⸤¶flushed and flickering
⸤¶it fell at
⸤¶of a king
⸤¶A voice they
⸤¶and the king
⸤¶from the North
⸤¶a Gnome of
⸤¶No welcome finds
⸤¶save his wish
⸤¶for those that
⸤¶it boots not
⸤¶Then Flinding go-Fuilin
⸤¶‘Has the watch
⸤¶since Orodreth ruled
⸤¶Or how have
⸤¶if the warders
⸤¶or how hast
⸤¶who shot his
⸤¶there learned our
⸤¶and knowing our
⸤¶loosed no longer?’
⸤¶a murmur moved
⸤¶and some were
⸤¶the long looked-for,
⸤¶the narrow path
⸤¶who was born
⸤¶and some were
⸤¶was lost and
⸤¶What sign or
⸤¶have we heard
⸤¶with back bended
⸤¶the scout who
⸤¶most far afield
⸤¶‘That tale was
⸤¶the Lord Orodreth,
⸤¶That alone of
⸤¶the Orcs of
⸤¶have dragged to
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⸤¶by grace or
⸤¶what proof dost
⸤¶that a Man,
⸤¶should look and
⸤¶Thus the curse
⸤¶at the Swans’
⸤¶but Flinding go-Fuilin
⸤¶‘Is the son
⸤¶in a deathless
⸤¶unknown, nameless, in
⸤¶to fend from
⸤¶Flinding the faithful,
⸤¶though form and
⸤¶and bitter bondage,
⸤¶have seared and
⸤¶had hoped in
⸤¶that he dreamed
⸤¶Are these deep
⸤¶a lesser Angband
⸤¶Thereat was wrath
⸤¶and the muttering
⸤¶and this and
⸤¶when sweet and
⸤¶a voice of
⸤¶mounted in melody
⸤¶with clear echoes
⸤¶it filled, and
⸤¶those words weaving
⸤¶that the wayweary
⸤¶since the Gnomes
⸤¶Then hushed was
⸤¶for long known
⸤¶and Flinding knew
⸤¶like stone graven
⸤¶with heart laden;
⸤¶was waked to
⸤¶and searching the
⸤¶the kingly throne,
⸤¶a gleam, a
⸤¶’Twas frail Finduilas,
⸤¶to woman’s stature,
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⸤¶now grown in
⸤¶there raised in
⸤¶Locked fast the
⸤¶that in laughter
⸤¶when in the
⸤¶with fleet-footed Fuilin’s
⸤¶No searing scars
⸤¶could blind those
⸤¶and wet with
⸤¶at the grief
⸤¶on the face
⸤¶‘what dream of
⸤¶’Tis Flinding go-Fuilin,
⸤¶none dared to
⸤¶mournful-fated Man beside
⸤¶if his oath
⸤¶of Húrin Thalion,
⸤¶shall lack belief
⸤¶But are none
⸤¶that mighty of
⸤¶to seek and
⸤¶form and features?
⸤¶not thus, methinks,
⸤¶come without comrades,
⸤¶thus grave and
⸤¶Then did Túrin’s
⸤¶at the sweet
⸤¶of that tender
⸤¶that years of
⸤¶and Orodreth, whose
⸤¶yet loved deeply
⸤¶gave ear and
⸤¶and his doubt
⸤¶and his quick
⸤¶No few were
⸤¶where Finweg fell
⸤¶and Húrin Thalion
⸤¶the dark Glamhoth’s
⸤¶and who called
⸤¶‘'Tis the face
⸤¶and his strong
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⸤¶though such care
⸤¶whose laughing eyes
⸤¶at board or
⸤¶Nor could lack
⸤¶and faith of
⸤¶and his father
⸤¶Lo! sire and
⸤¶neath trees entwining
⸤¶at the dark
⸤¶that Fuilin’s folk
⸤¶and dwelt in
⸤¶to the West
⸤¶Of the four
⸤¶the watchtowers’ lords,
⸤¶and the guards
⸤¶that was flung
⸤¶from Fuilin’s children
⸤¶most noble of
⸤¶In those halls
⸤¶mirth was mingled
⸤¶for the unyielding
⸤¶the form and
⸤¶had changed and
⸤¶that leapt once
⸤¶Now in kindly
⸤¶with song assuaged
⸤¶the lights were
⸤¶o’er the burdened
⸤¶Túrin Thalion with
⸤¶at the long
⸤¶where dish and
⸤¶wood well-waxéd, where
⸤¶engraven glistened gold
⸤¶Then Fuilin filled
⸤¶dear-hoarded drink dark
⸤¶a carven cup
⸤¶by ancient art
⸤¶fairly fashioned, filled
⸤¶there gleamed and
⸤¶the folk of
⸤¶of the Blissful
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⸤¶in garlands golden
⸤¶in the wind
⸤¶fitful flickering, on
⸤¶the ancient Elves
⸤¶danced undying in
⸤¶of the gardens
⸤¶and Bansil bloomed
⸤¶mothwhite moonlight from
⸤¶the hilltops of
⸤¶were crowned by
⸤¶town white-walléd where
⸤¶with pale pinnacle
⸤¶and its crystal
⸤¶with slender shaft
⸤¶Through wrack and
⸤¶through weary wandering,
⸤¶had come that
⸤¶in woe hoarded,
⸤¶when little was
⸤¶Now Fuilin at
⸤¶save in pledge
⸤¶blithely bade he
⸤¶for the sake
⸤¶Túrin Thalion in
⸤¶of a league
⸤¶‘O Húrin’s child
⸤¶with mourning marred,
⸤¶thy heart uplift
⸤¶nor fare thou
⸤¶here deign to
⸤¶thus dark-dolven dimly
⸤¶displease thee not,
⸤¶There deeply drank
⸤¶Túrin Thalion and
⸤¶in eager earnest,
⸤¶with loud laughter
⸤¶with mournful lay
⸤¶of magic minstrels
⸤¶did weave with
⸤¶from black foreboding;
⸤¶their guest was
⸤¶the light and
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⸤¶were quenched in
⸤¶the sickle of
⸤¶o’er the wan
⸤¶nightshadowed Narog, the
⸤¶In tall treetops
⸤¶there hooted hollow
⸤¶Thus fate it
⸤¶the dark destiny
⸤¶of Túrin the
⸤¶with the folk
⸤¶lore long forgotten
⸤¶for light yet
⸤¶and wisdom yet
⸤¶whose minds yet
⸤¶and the faces
⸤¶more clear and
⸤¶or Men unwitting
⸤¶Thus Fuilin and
⸤¶and their halls
⸤¶waned to autumn
⸤¶the leaves loosened
⸤¶the feet of
⸤¶and burnished brown
⸤¶a restless rustle
⸤¶sighed and whispered.
⸤¶the sailing Moon
⸤¶was filled with
⸤¶whose hold had
⸤¶whose shrouds were
⸤¶uprising ruddy o’er
⸤¶by the misty
⸤¶Thus the months
⸤¶in the forest
⸤¶slumbering a season,
⸤¶the lore learning
⸤¶of the Gnomes
⸤¶The ways of
⸤¶and the land’s
⸤¶by winter unhindered
⸤¶whether snow or
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⸤¶from glowering heavens
⸤¶cold and cruel
⸤¶till the floods
⸤¶of sweeping Narog,
⸤¶were filled with
⸤¶passed in tumult;
⸤¶ice-hung evening was
⸤¶a dome of
⸤¶of the windless
⸤¶like frozen phantoms
⸤¶By day or
⸤¶he dared and
⸤¶ever seeking unsated
⸤¶yet as winter
⸤¶and biting blizzards
⸤¶lashed and tortured
⸤¶and haggard hilltops,
⸤¶was he found
⸤¶and cunning there
⸤¶and in subtle
⸤¶and peerless poesy,
⸤¶and wise woodcraft;
⸤¶were told to
⸤¶in those mansions
⸤¶to the hearth
⸤¶did those friends
⸤¶for frail Finduilas
⸤¶to his board
⸤¶and it grudging
⸤¶king deep-counselled –
⸤¶his ruth unready,
⸤¶yet fierce and
⸤¶his breast was
⸤¶(his son had
⸤¶Halmir the hunter
⸤¶and kinship therein
⸤¶in his heart
⸤¶dark and silent,
⸤¶of anguish and
⸤¶feud unsated. Thus
⸤¶by the king
⸤¶he was member
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⸤¶and wild venture
⸤¶he achieved renown
⸤¶and fearless bowmen;
⸤¶in secret ambush
⸤¶where fell-tonguéd flew
⸤¶their shafts envenomed,
⸤¶he played his
⸤¶who trusted to
⸤¶whose hand was
⸤¶but dared never
⸤¶to draw or
⸤¶though he wished
⸤¶When tales were
⸤¶of valour they
⸤¶glory half-forgot, grief
⸤¶then they bade
⸤¶of deeds in
⸤¶by the shadowy
⸤¶where Esgalduin the
⸤¶by root-fencéd pools
⸤¶by deep eddies
⸤¶flowed fleetly on
⸤¶of the Thousand
⸤¶the woodland ways
⸤¶Beleg the bowman
⸤¶by slade and
⸤¶neath trees enchanted;
⸤¶and his tale
At Túrin’s sorrow
⸤¶one marvelled and
⸤¶the frail Finduilas
⸤¶the glimmering sheen
⸤¶of Ivrin’s lake
⸤¶had named anew.
⸤¶and by day
⸤¶lay locked in
⸤¶for the doom
⸤¶on Beleg the
⸤¶Túrin warded, nor
⸤¶of Flinding the
⸤¶in the waste
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⸤¶for the form
⸤¶for the bended
⸤¶the wistful eyes
⸤¶of Flinding the
⸤¶with deepwelling pity
⸤¶Grown old betimes
⸤¶he was wise
⸤¶with sight and
⸤¶nor fiercely valiant,
⸤¶his share he
⸤¶in his heart
⸤¶but he seldom
⸤¶in his grave
⸤¶Finduilas maybe faring
⸤¶on the sward
⸤¶a sheen of
⸤¶Yet to Túrin
⸤¶against will and
⸤¶in dreams she
⸤¶with love lightening,
⸤¶in eyes new-kindled,
⸤¶he eager spake,
⸤¶they fared free-hearted
⸤¶with hand in
⸤¶of that land
⸤¶by no moon
⸤¶to the black
⸤¶From woe unhealed
⸤¶of Túrin the
⸤¶Amazed and moved,
⸤¶half-guessed, half-guarded, in
⸤¶of night’s watches,
⸤¶paths of pondering
⸤¶he would lonely
⸤¶shut fast and
⸤¶in dreamless sleep,
⸤¶where no echo
⸤¶of waking worlds,
⸤¶flower nor firelight
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⸤¶a land illumined
⸤¶‘O! hands unholy,
⸤¶O! outlaw whose
⸤¶wilt thou, troth-breaker,
⸤¶to thy burden
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin thus
⸤¶who thy madness
⸤¶to thy waters
⸤¶did lead at
⸤¶where his life
⸤¶O! stainéd hands
⸤¶Thus love was
⸤¶and coldly clad
⸤¶yet he would
⸤¶in her gentle
⸤¶her face watching
⸤¶might mark his
⸤¶Failivrin’s face, the
⸤¶like sun through
⸤¶over faded fields,
⸤¶as Túrin passed;
⸤¶his grave glances
⸤¶his sighs in
⸤¶Flinding go-Fuilin, who
⸤¶and lost his
⸤¶he watched and
⸤¶and his heart
⸤¶bewildered, weary, in
⸤¶Then Finduilas, more
⸤¶twixt olden love
⸤¶and new refused,
⸤¶and folk wondered
⸤¶of the hands
⸤¶on slender shoulders
⸤¶the glory of
⸤¶of secret thought
⸤¶Many bosoms burdened
⸤¶their glooms disowned
⸤¶In song and
⸤¶winter wore away;
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⸤¶a year once
⸤¶nor were leaves
⸤¶the flowers less
⸤¶no spring was
⸤¶danger and dread
⸤¶to their halls
⸤¶came tale and
⸤¶Orcs unnumbered to
⸤¶roamed and ravened
⸤¶the might of
⸤¶No ambush stayed
⸤¶each vale by