#beleg

There he drew forth his sword, that now alone remained to him of all his possessions, and he said: ‘Hail Gurthang! No lord or loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee. From no blood wilt thou shrink. Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar, wilt thou slay me swiftly?’ And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: ‘Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly, that so I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly.’ Then Túrin set the hilts upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black blade took his life.

“Then Beleg’s burial in those bleak regions did Flinding fashion; where he fell sadly he left him lying, and lightly o'er him with long labour the leaves he poured. But Túrin tearless turning suddenly on the corse cast him, and kissed the mouth cold and open, and closed the eyes.”

A scene that hit me gently with a sledgehammer in the guts. There is a bit of a humorous story behind that drawing actually. Long before reading a copy of The children od Húrin myself, I watched the fandom argue back and forth wheather Turin and Beleg were implied lovers or not. Argument for my beautiful doomed gays was the quote of Beleg:

"If I stayed beside you, LOVE would lead me, not wisdom"

So I got a german copy myself, but what do I read? The translator had translated the word LOVE with FREUNDSCHAFT (friendship)! The audacity! With all the rage one biromantic asexual woman can posibly have, I sat down and began to draw on my tablet. To cope? To protest? I don't know. But here is the result.