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true name, nor is it fit for you, Adanedhel. I call you Thurin, the Secret."
At this Túrin started, but he said: "That is not my name; and I am not a king,
for our kings are of the
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Eldar, as I am not."
Now Túrin marked that Gwindor's friendship grew cooler towards him; and he
wondered also that whereas at first the woe and horror of Angband had begun to
be lifted from him, now he seemed to slip back into care and sorrow. And he
thought, it may be that he is grieved that I oppose his counsels, and have
overcome him; I would it were not so. For he loved Gwindor as his guide and
healer, and was filled with pity for him. But in those days the radiance of
Finduilas also became dimmed, her footsteps slow and her face grave; and Túrin
perceiving this surmised that the words of Gwindor had set fear in her heart
of what might come to pass.
In truth Finduilas was torn in mind. For she honoured Gwindor and pitied him,
and wished not to add one tear to his suffering; but against her will her love
for Túrin grew day by day, and she thought of Beren and
Lúthien. But Túrin was not like Beren! He did not scorn her, and was glad in
her company; yet she knew that he had no love of the kind she wished. His mind
and heart were elsewhere, by rivers in springs long past.
Then Túrin spoke to Finduilas, and said: "Do not let the words of Gwindor
affright you. He has suffered in the darkness of Angband; and it is hard for
one so valiant to be thus crippled and backward perforce. He needs all solace,
and a longer time for healing."
"I know it well," she said.
"But we will win that time for him!" said Túrin. "Nargothrond shall stand!
Never again will Morgoth the
Craven come forth from Angband, and all his reliance must be on his servants;
thus says Melian of Doriath.
They are the fingers of his hands; and we will smite them, and cut them off,
till he draws back his claws.
Nargothrond shall stand!"
"Perhaps," said Finduilas. "It shall stand, if you can achieve it. But have a
care, Adanedhel; my heart is heavy when you go out to battle, lest Nargothrond
be bereaved."
And afterwards Túrin sought out Gwindor, and said to him: "Gwindor, dear
friend, you are falling back into sadness; do not so! For your healing will
come in the houses of your kin, and in the light of Finduilas."
Then Gwindor stared at Túrin, but he said nothing, and his face was clouded.
"Why do you look upon me so?" said Túrin. "Often your eyes have gazed
strangely at me of late. How have I grieved you? I have opposed your counsels;
but a man must speak as he sees, nor hide the truth that he believes, for any
private cause. I would that we were one in mind; for to you I owe a great
debt, and I shall not forget it."
"Will you not?" said Gwindor. "Nonetheless your deeds and your counsels have
changed my home and my kin. Your shadow lies upon them. Why should I be glad,
who have lost all to you?"
But Túrin did not understand these words, and did but guess that Gwindor
begrudged him his place in the heart and counsels of the King.
A passage follows in which Gwindor warned Finduilas against her love for
Túrin, telling her who Túrin was, and this is closely based on the text given
in
The Silmarillion
(pp. 210-11). But at the end of Gwindor's speech
Finduilas answers him at greater length than in the other version:
"Your eyes are dimmed, Gwindor," she said. "You do not see or understand what
is here come to pass.
Must I now be put to double shame to reveal the truth to you? For I love you,
Gwindor, and I am ashamed that I
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love you not more, but have taken a love even greater, from which I cannot
escape. I did not seek it, and long I
put it aside. But I have pity for your hurts, have pity on mine. Túrin loves
me not; nor will."
"You say this," said Gwindor, "to take the blame from him whom you love. Why
does he seek you out, and sit long with you, and come ever more glad away?"
"Because he also needs solace," said Finduilas, "and is bereaved of his kin.
You both have your needs.
But what of Finduilas? Now is it not enough that I must confess myself to you
unloved, but that you should say that I speak so to deceive?"
"Nay, a woman is not easily deceived in such a case," said Gwindor. "Nor will
you find many who will deny that they are loved, if that is true."
"If any of us three be faithless, it is I: but not in will. But what of your
doom and rumours of Angband?
What of death and destruction? The Adanedhel is mighty in the tale of the
World, and his stature shall reach yet to Morgoth in some far day to come."
"He is proud," said Gwindor.
"But also he is merciful," said Finduilas. "He is not yet awake, but still
pity can ever pierce his heart, and he will never deny it. Pity maybe shall be
ever the only entry. But he does not pity me. He holds me in awe, as were I
both his mother and a queen!"
Maybe Finduilas spoke truly, seeing with the keen eyes of the Eldar. And now
Túrin, not knowing what had passed between Gwindor and Finduilas, was ever
gentler towards her as she seemed more sad. But on a time
Finduilas said to him: "Thurin Adanedhel, why did you hide your name from me?
Had I known who you were I
should not have honoured you less, but I should better have understood your
grief."
"What do you mean?" he said. "Whom do you make me?"
"Túrin son of Húrin Thalion, captain of the North."
Then Túrin rebuked Gwindor for revealing his true name, as is told in
The Silmarillion
(p. 211).
One other passage in this part of the narrative exists in a fuller form than
in
The Silmarillion
(of the battle of
Tumhalad and the sack of Nargothrond there is no other account; while the
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