Well... Er as you can see my username is
Húrin Thalion and I have it because, er, it is a rather long story for two words but I'll post it anyway.
Well I could start by reminding all of the unforgettable (paradoxical?) chapter in
the Silmarillion about Húrin Thalion and his children. The first I admire with him is his and the rest of the
men from Dor-Lómin's attitude, when they in the saddest of all
battles decided not to retreat but hold their ground. They sent away
Turgon and the Gondolindrim to save the last of the high
elven kingdoms in
middle earth, and they held the pass of Sirion against all the hordes of
Morgoth Bauglir. At the fifth day,
Húrin's brother, Huor, was slain by a poisoned
arrow in the eye and the
orcs killed the rest of the men of Hador's house and made of their heads a pile that gleamed of gold in the sinking sun. Last of all Húrin stood alone, he then threw away his shield and wielded his
axe with both hands. For each enemy he hewed he shouted: "Aurë entuluva!" "Day shall come!"
Húrin knew that all this would happen when he advised Turgon to leave but still he did this uncomprehendable sacrifice, he was after that battle prisoner in
Angband for 28 years but even then he kept resisting and even scorning Morgoth. He was put on the highest peak of
Thangorodrim and forced to watch his family's misery. As the peak of all this he comes to his children's grave and meets there his now old and weary wife. She then dies and his family is eradicated. Full of grief he then comes to the vicinity of the
hidden realm Gondolin, and searches long for the gates but he cannot find them. At last he stands up and shiuts: "Turgon, Turgon, rememmber the marsh of Serech! Turgon, why will you not listen in your hidden
halls?" But the only thibng that answered him was the sound of the wind sweeping through the dry grass. "That is how they hissed in serech at sundown." He said and then the sun sunk beyond the the
mountains.
Need I say more?
