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Morwen
,
daughter
of
Baragund
,
was
the
wife
of
Hurin
,
Lord
of
Dor
-
lomin
;
and
their
son
was
Turin
,
who
was
born
in
the
year
that
Beren
Erchamion
came
upon
Luthien
in
the
Forest
of
Neldoreth
.
A
daughter
they
had
also
who
was
called
Lalaith
,
which
is
Laughter
,
and
she
was
beloved
by
Turin
her
brother
;
but
when
she
was
three
years
old
there
came
a
pestilence
to
Hithlum
,
borne
on
an
evil
wind
out
of
Angband
,
and
she
died
.
Now
after
the
Nirnaeth
Arnoediad
Morwen
abode
still
in
Dor
-
lomin
,
for
Turin
was
but
eight
years
old
,
and
she
was
again
with
child
.
Those
days
were
evil
;
for
the
Easterlings
that
came
into
Hithlum
despised
the
remnant
of
the
people
of
Hador
,
and
they
oppressed
them
,
and
took
their
lands
and
their
goods
,
and
enslaved
their
children
.
But
so
great
was
the
beauty
and
majesty
of
the
Lady
of
Dor
-
lomin
that
the
Easterlings
were
afraid
,
and
dared
not
to
lay
hands
upon
her
or
her
household
;
and
they
whispered
among
themselves
,
saying
that
she
was
perilous
,
and
a
witch
skilled
in
magic
and
in
league
with
the
Elves
.
Yet
she
was
now
poor
and
without
aid
,
save
that
she
was
succoured
secretly
by
a
kinswoman
of
Hurin
named
Aerin
,
whom
Brodda
,
an
Easterling
,
had
taken
as
his
wife
;
and
Morwen
feared
greatly
that
Turin
would
be
taken
from
her
and
enslaved
.
Therefore
it
came
into
her
heart
to
send
him
away
in
secret
,
and
to
beg
King
Thingol
to
harbour
him
,
for
Beren
son
of
Barahir
was
her
father
’
s
kinsman
,
and
he
had
been
moreover
a
friend
of
Hurin
,
ere
evil
befell
.
Therefore
in
the
autumn
of
the
Year
of
Lamentation
Morwen
sent
Turin
forth
over
the
mountains
with
two
aged
servants
,
bidding
them
find
entry
,
if
they
could
,
into
the
kingdom
of
Doriath
.
Thus
was
the
fate
of
Turin
woven
,
which
is
fulltold
in
that
lay
that
is
called
Narn
i
Hin
Hurin
,
the
Tale
of
the
Children
of
Hurin
,
and
is
the
longest
of
all
the
lays
that
speak
of
those
days
.
Here
that
tale
is
told
in
brief
,
for
it
is
woven
with
the
fate
of
the
Silmarils
and
of
the
Elves
;
and
it
is
called
the
Tale
of
Grief
,
for
it
is
sorrowful
,
and
in
it
are
revealed
most
evil
works
of
Morgoth
Bauglir
.
In
the
first
beginning
of
the
year
Morwen
gave
birth
to
her
child
,
the
daughter
of
Hurin
;
and
she
named
her
Nienor
,
which
is
Mourning
.
But
Turin
and
his
companions
passing
through
great
perils
came
at
last
to
the
borders
of
Doriath
;
and
there
they
were
found
by
Beleg
Strongbow
,
chief
of
the
marchwardens
of
King
Thingol
,
who
led
them
to
Menegroth
.
Then
Thingol
received
Turin
,
and
took
him
even
to
his
own
fostering
,
in
honour
of
Hurin
the
Steadfast
;
for
Thingol
’
s
mood
was
changed
towards
the
houses
of
the
Elf
-
friends
.
Thereafter
messengers
went
north
to
Hithlum
,
bidding
Morwen
leave
Dor
-
lomin
and
return
with
them
to
Doriath
;
but
still
she
would
not
leave
the
house
in
which
she
had
dwelt
with
Hurin
.
And
when
the
Elves
departed
she
sent
with
them
the
Dragon
-
helm
of
Dor
-
lomin
,
greatest
of
the
heirlooms
of
the
house
of
Hador
.
Turin
grew
fair
and
strong
in
Doriath
,
but
he
was
marked
with
sorrow
.
For
nine
years
he
dwelt
in
Thingol
’
s
halls
,
and
during
that
time
his
grief
grew
less
;
for
messengers
went
at
times
to
Hithlum
,
and
returning
they
brought
better
tidings
of
Morwen
and
Nienor
.
But
there
came
a
day
when
the
messengers
did
not
return
out
of
die
north
,
and
Thingol
would
send
no
more
.
Then
Turin
was
filled
with
fear
for
his
mother
and
his
sister
,
and
in
grimness
of
heart
he
went
before
the
King
and
asked
for
mail
and
sword
;
and
he
put
on
the
Dragon
-
helm
of
Dor
-
lomin
and
went
out
to
battle
on
the
marches
of
Doriath
,
and
became
the
companion
in
arms
of
Beleg
Cuthalion
.
And
when
three
years
had
passed
,
Turin
returned
again
to
Menegroth
;
but
he
came
from
the
wild
,
and
was
unkempt
,
and
his
gear
and
garments
were
way
-
worn
.
Now
one
there
was
in
Doriath
,
of
the
people
of
the
Nandor
,
high
in
the
counsels
of
the
King
;
Saeros
was
his
name
.
He
had
long
begrudged
to
Turin
the
honour
he
received
as
Thingol
’
s
fosterson
;
and
seated
opposite
to
him
at
the
board
he
taunted
him
,
saying
:
’
If
the
Men
of
Hithlum
are
so
wild
and
fell
,
of
what
sort
are
the
women
of
that
land
?
Do
they
run
like
deer
clad
only
in
their
hair
?
’
Then
Turin
in
great
anger
took
up
a
drinking
-
vessel
,
and
cast
it
at
Saeros
;
and
he
was
grievously
hurt
.
