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Originally Posted by Of Túrin Turambar

Then at last Turin knew that doom had overtaken him, and that he had slain Brandir unjustly; so that the words of Glaurung were fulfilled in him. And he laughed as one fey, crying: 'This is a bitter jest indeed!' But he bade Mablung go, and return to Doriath, with curses upon it.

'And a curse too upon your errand!' he cried. This only was wanting. Now comes the night.'

Originally Posted by The Pyre of Denethor

But if doom denies this to me, then I will have naught: neither life diminished, nor love halved, nor honour abated.

Ghost