

Then Morgoth laughed, and he said: “Death you may yet crave from me as a boon.” Then he took Húrin to the Haudh-en-Nirnaeth, and it was then new-built and the reek of death was upon it; and Morgoth set Húrin upon its top and bade him look west towards Hithlum, and think of his wife and his son and other kin. “For they dwell now in my realm,” said Morgoth, “and they are at my mercy.”
“You have none,” answered Húrin. “But you will not come at Turgon through them; for they do not know his secrets.”
Then wrath mastered Morgoth, and he said: “Yet I may come at you, and all your accursed house; and you shall be broken on my will, though you all were made of steel.” And he took up a long sword that lay there and broke it before the eyes of Húrin, and a splinter wounded his face; but Húrin did not blench.
“Narn I Hîn Húrin” - The Unfinished Tales - J.R.R. Tolkien
so. much. lovely. fanart.
One of the saddest tales from Middle Earth.