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Turin rescues Beleg from captivity (2015)
llustration to the book of J.R.R. Tolkien "The Children of Hurin" "Then at the egging of Androg they left Beleg tied to the tree without food or water,and they sat near eating and drinking; but he said no more to them. When two days and nights had passed in this way they became angry and fearful, and were eager to be gone;and most were now ready to slay the Elf. As night drew down they were all gathered about him, and Ulrad brought a brand from the little fire that was lit in the cave-mouth. But at that moment Turin returned. Coming silently, as was his custom, he stood in the shadows beyond the ring of men, and he saw the haggard face of Beleg in the light of the brand. Then he was stricken as with a shaft, and as if at the sudden melting of a frost tears long unshed filled his eyes. He sprang out and ran to the tree. 'Beleg! Beleg!' he cried. 'How have you come hither?And why do you stand so?' At once he cut the bonds from his friend, and Beleg fell forward into his arms."
Brothers (2016)
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Song of Turin Turambar (Hail to the Black Sword) 2016
Far in the north, the wolf howls alone The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he fought the black horde, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. By glory deeds he forged his fiery soul, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, he’ll leave from this land, Because the truth can kill even the strongest heart. Upon the hill of sorrow lies your name. The rain flows on your grave, like tears from the sky. Hail to the Black Sword! Black sword of black doom! You murderer against yourself, Your wrath towards the elves and men. The victory in Morgoth’s hands, they will cry For those who don’t deserve to die. Far in the south, the eagle sings loud, The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he lived far from home, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. In Nargothrond you forged your mighty sword, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, you’ll leave from this land, Hear the call of death, and die by your hand. “Cabed-en-Aras, Cabed Naeramarth!”
Emin Muil