#tolkien text

But Flinding the faithful feared no longer;

no comfort cold he kindly found, for sleep swept him into slumber dead.

There a singing voice sweetly vexed him and he woke and wondered: the watchfire faded;

the night was aging, nought was moving

but a song upsoaring in the soundless dark went strong and stern to the starlit heaven.

'Twas Túrin that towering on the tarn's margin, up high o'er the head of the hushed water

now falling faintly, let flare and echo a song of sorrow and sad splendour, the dirge of Beleg's deathless glory.

There wondrous wove he words enchanted, that woods and water waked and answered,

the rocks were wrung with ruth for Beleg.

That song he sang is since remembered, by Gnomes renewed in Nargothrond it widely has wakened warfain armies

to battle with Bauglir- 'The Bowman's Friendship'."

Idk but this is torture 😂😂 NÍNIEL NOOOOOO

'I have not seen him,' said Gwindor. 'But the rumour runs through Angband that he still defies Morgoth; and Morgoth has laid a curse upon him and all his kin.'

'That I do believe,' said Túrin.