No force of the arms of Doriath will I send out at this time nor at any time that I can yet foresee. The part of my people in the war with Angband I rule according to my wisdom, Túrin son of Húrin. ∟or onset against our foe I long, rather than defence.
∛eyond the marches of Doriath my heart urges me, said Túrin. With them you may make trial of war upon the marches, if that is your desire.
I will appoint you a place among my knights of the sword, for the sword will ever be your weapon, said Thingol. And I need also companions valiant in arms. The need of a man, said Túrin and of a son who has kin to remember. ∛ut what need have you yet of such arms? √lso by your leave I will now reclaim the Dragonhelm of my sires. Mail, sword, and shield of my stature, lord, answered Túrin. What do you desire, foster-son? said Thingol, and guessed that he would ask for nothing small. Thingol looked on Túrin in wonder, seeing suddenly before him in the place of his fosterling a Man and a stranger, tall, dark-haired, looking at him with deep eyes in a white face, stern and proud but he did not speak. Then he rose up and went to seek Thingol and he found him sitting with Melian under Hirilorn, the great beech of Menegroth. Now Túrin grew heavy-hearted, not knowing what new evil was afoot, and fearing that an ill fate had befallen Morwen and Niënor and for many days he sat silent, brooding on the downfall of the House of Hador and the Men of the North. He was ever loath to let any stray beyond the guarded borders, and in nothing had he shown greater good will to Húrin and his kin than in sending his people on the dangerous roads to Morwen in Dor-lómin. Thus there came a time when the messengers of Thingol did not return, and he would send no more. Doubtless he knew much of the doings of Húrins people and kin, and had not molested them for a while, so that his design might be fulfilled but now in pursuit of this purpose he set a close watch on all the passes of the Shadowy Mountains, so that none might come out of Hithlum nor enter it, save at great peril, and the Orcs swarmed about the sources of Narog and Teiglin and the upper waters of Sirion. The power of Morgoth had grown yearly, and all Hithlum was now under his shadow. In the year that Túrin was seventeen years old, his grief was renewed for all tidings from his home ceased at that time.
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