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the silmarillion-第53部分

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up to Beleg; and drew forth the sword Anglachel that lay beneath the body of one that had fallen beside him; but Beleg  
stumbling up seized back the sword and thrust it at the Dwarf; and M?m in terror fled wailing from the hill…top。 And  
Beleg cried after him: 'The vengeance of the house of Hador will find you yet!' 
Now Beleg was sorely wounded; but he was mighty among the Elves of Middle…earth; and he was moreover a  
master of healing。 Therefore he did not die; and slowly his strength returned; and he sought in vain among the dead for  
Túrin; to bury him。 But he found him not; and then he knew that Húrin's son was yet alive; and taken to Angband。 
With little hope Beleg departed from Amon R?dh and set out northward; towards the Crossings of Teiglin;  
following in the track of the Orcs; and he crossed over the Brithiach and journeyed through Dimbar towards the Pass of  
Anach。 And now he was not far behind them; for he went without sleeping; whereas they had tarried on their road;  
hunting in the lands and fearing no pursuit as they came northward; and not even in the dreadful woods of Taur…nu…Fuin  
did he swerve from the trail; for the skill of Beleg was greater than any that have been in Middle…earth。 But as he passed  
by night through that evil land he came upon one lying asleep at the foot of a great dead tree; and Beleg staying his steps  
beside the sleeper saw that it was an Elf。 Then he spoke to him; and gave him lembas; and asked him what fate had  
brought him to that terrible place; and he named himself Gwindor; son of Guilin。 
Grieving Beleg looked upon him; for Gwindor was now but a bent and fearful shadow of his former shape and  
mood; when in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad that lord of Nargothrond rode with rash courage to the very doors of Angband;  
and there was taken。 For few of the Noldor whom Morgoth captured were put to death; because of their skill in forging  
and in mining for metals and gems; and Gwindor was not slain; but put to labour in the mines of the North。 By secret  
tunnels known only to themselves the mining Elves might sometimes escape; and thus it came to pass that Beleg found  
him; spent and bewildered in the mazes of Taur…nu…Fuin。' 
And Gwindor told him that as he lay and lurked among the trees he saw a great pany of Orcs passing  
northwards; and wolves went with them; and among them was a Man; whose hands were chained; and they drove him  
onward with whips。 'Very tall he was'; said Gwindor; 'as tall as are the Men from the misty hills of Hithlum。' Then Beleg  
told him of his own errand in Taur…nu…Fuin; and Gwindor sought to dissuade him from his quest; saying that he would  
but join Túrin in the anguish that awaited him。 But Beleg would not abandon Túrin; and despairing himself he aroused  
hope again in Gwindor's heart; and together they went on; following the Orcs until they came out of the forest on the  
high slopes that ran down to the barren dunes of Anfauglith。 There within sight of the peaks of Thangorodrim the Orcs  
made their encampment in a bare dell as the light of day was failing; and setting wolf…sentinels all about they fell to  
carousing。 A great storm rode up out of the west; and lightning glittered on the Shadowy Mountains far away; as Beleg  
and Gwindor crept towards the dell。 
When all in the camp were sleeping Beleg took his bow; and in the darkness shot the wolf…sentinels; one by one  
and silently。 Then in great peril they entered in; and they found Túrin fettered hand and foot and tied to a withered tree;  
and all about him knives that had been cast at him were embedded in the trunk; and he was senseless in a sleep of great  
weariness。 But Beleg and Gwindor cut the bonds that held him; and lifting him they carried him out of the dell; yet they  
could bear him no further than to a thicket of thorn…trees a little way above。 There they laid him down; and now the  
storm drew very near。 Beleg drew his sword Anglachel; and with it he cut the fetters that bound Túrin; but fate was that  
day more strong; for the blade slipped as he cut the shackles; and Túrin's foot was pricked。 Then he was aroused into a  
sudden wakefulness of rage and fear; and seeing one bending over him with naked blade he leapt up with a great cry;  
believing that Orcs were e again to torment him; and grappling with him in the darkness he seized Anglachel; and  
slew Beleg Cúthalion thinking him a foe。 
But as he stood; finding himself free; and ready to sell his life dearly against imagined foes; there came a great  
flash of lightning above them; and in its light he looked down on Beleg's face。 Then Túrin stood stone…still and silent;  
staring on that dreadful death; knowing what he had done; and so terrible was his face; lit by the lightning that flickered  
all about them; that Gwindor cowered down upon the ground and dared not raise his eyes。' 
But now in the dell beneath the Orcs were aroused; and all the camp was in a tumult; for they feared the thunder  
that came out of the west; believing that it was sent against them by the great Enemies beyond the Sea。 Then a wind  
arose; and great rains fell; and torrents swept down from the heights of Taur…nu…Fuin; and though Gwindor cried out to  
Túrin; warning him of their utmost peril; he made no answer; but sat unmoving and unweeping in the tempest beside the  
body of Beleg Cúthalion。 
When morning came the storm was passed away eastward over Lothlann; and the sun of autumn rose hot and  
bright; but believing that Túrin would have fled far away from that place and all trace of his flight be washed away; the  
Orcs departed in haste without longer search; and far off Gwindor saw them marching away over the steaming sands of  
Anfauglith。 Thus it came to pass that they returned to Morgoth empty…handed; and left behind them the son of Húrin;  
who sat crazed and unwitting on the slopes of Taur…nu…Fuin; bearing a burden heavier than their bonds。 
Then Gwindor roused Túrin to aid him in the burial of Beleg; and he rose as one that walked in sleep; and  
together they laid Beleg in a shallow grave; and placed beside him Belthronding his great bow; that was made of black  
yew…wood。 But the dread sword Anglachel Gwindor took; saying that it were better that it should take vengeance on the  
servants of Morgoth than lie useless in the earth; and he took also the lembas of Melian to strengthen them in the wild。 
Thus ended Beleg Strongbow; truest of friends; greatest in skill of all that harboured in the woods of Beleriand in  
the Elder Days; at the hand of him whom he most loved; and that grief was graven on the face of Túrin and never faded。  
But courage and strength were renewed in the Elf of Nargothrond; and departing from Taur…nu…Fuin he led Túrin far  
away。 Never once as they wandered together on long and grievous paths did Túrin speak; and he walked as one without  
wish or purpose; while the year waned and winter drew on over the northern lands。 But Gwindor was ever beside him to  
guard him and guide him; and thus they passed westward over Sirion and came at length to Eithel Ivrin; the springs  
whence Narog rose beneath the Mountains of Shadow。 There Gwindor spoke to Túrin; saying: 'Awake; Túrin son of  
Húrin Thalion! On Ivrin's lake is endless laughter。 She is fed from crystal fountains unfailing; and guarded from  
defilement by Ulmo; Lord of Waters; who wrought her beauty in ancient days。' Then Túrin knelt and drank from that  
water; and suddenly he cast himself down; and his tears were unloosed at last; and he was healed of his madness。 
There he made a song for Beleg; and he named it Laer Cú Beleg; the Song of the Great Bow; singing it aloud  
heedless of peril。 And Gwindor gave the sword Anglachel into his hands; and Túrin knew that it was heavy and strong  
and had great power; but its blade was black and dull and its edges blunt。 Then Gwindor said: 'This is a strange blade;  
and unlike any that I have seen in Middle…earth。 It mourns for Beleg even as you do。 But be forted; for I return to  
Nargothrond of the house of Finarfin; and you shall e with me; and be healed and renewed。' 
'Who are you?' said Túrin。 
'A wandering Elf; a thrall escaped; whom Beleg met and forted;' said Gwindor。 'Yet once I was Gwindor son  
of Guilin; a lord of Nargothrond; until I went to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad; and was enslaved in Angband。' 
'Then have you seen Húrin son of Galdor; the warrior of Dor…lómin?' said Túrin。 
'I have not seen him;' said Gwindor。 'But rumour of him runs through Angband that he still defies Morgoth; and  
Morgoth has laid a curse upon turn and all his kin。' 
'That I do believe;' said Túrin。 
And now they arose; and departing from Eithel Ivrin they journeyed southward along the banks of Narog; until  
they were taken by scouts of the Elves and brought as prisoners to the hidden stronghold。 Thus did Túrin e to  
Nargothrond。 
 
At first his own people did not know Gwindor; who went out young and strong; and returned now seeming as one  
of the aged among mortal Men; because of his torments and his labours; but Finduilas daughter of Orodreth the King  
knew him and weled him; for she had loved him before the Nir
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