"Middle-Earth is not an Imaginary World"
J. R. R. Tolkien not only kindly shared with the whole humanity the extraordinary world created by his mind. He brought to everyone who believed in his words, a shelter, which walls can’t be trepassed by any evil. A shelter where love and friendship mean more than just false promises based on biased words. It's a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. He shall live forever inside each page that brings Arda to life.
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  Húrin wedded Morwen, the daughter of Baragund son of Bregolas of the House of Bëor; and she was thus of close kin to Beren One-hand. Morwen was dark-haired and tall, and for the light of her glance and the beauty of her face men called her Eledhwen, the elven-fair; but she was somewhat stern of mood and proud. The sorrows of the House of Bëor saddened her heart; for she came as an exile to Dor-lómin from Dorthonion after the ruin of the Bragollach.  Túrin was the name of the eldest child of Húrin and Morwen, and he was born in that year in which Beren came to Doriath and found Lúthien Tinúviel, Thingol’s daughter. Morwen bore a daughter also to Húrin, and she was named Urwen; but she was called Lalaith, which is Laughter, by all that knew her in her short life. 

“The Childhood of Túrin” - The Children of Húrin - J.R.R. Tolkien

  Húrin wedded Morwen, the daughter of Baragund son of Bregolas of the House of Bëor; and she was thus of close kin to Beren One-hand. Morwen was dark-haired and tall, and for the light of her glance and the beauty of her face men called her Eledhwen, the elven-fair; but she was somewhat stern of mood and proud. The sorrows of the House of Bëor saddened her heart; for she came as an exile to Dor-lómin from Dorthonion after the ruin of the Bragollach. Túrin was the name of the eldest child of Húrin and Morwen, and he was born in that year in which Beren came to Doriath and found Lúthien Tinúviel, Thingol’s daughter. Morwen bore a daughter also to Húrin, and she was named Urwen; but she was called Lalaith, which is Laughter, by all that knew her in her short life.

“The Childhood of Túrin” - The Children of Húrin - J.R.R. Tolkien




 Then Morwen bade farewell to Húrin without tears; and she said:   ‘I will guard what you leave in my keeping, both what is and what shall be’    And Húrin answered her:   ‘Farewell, Lady of Dor-Lómin; we ride now with greater hope than ever we have known before. Let us think that at this midwinter the feast shall be merrier than in all our years yet, with a fearless spring to follow after!’   Then he lifted Túrin to his shoulders, and cried to his men:   ‘Let the heir of the House of Hador see the light of your swords!’   And the sun glittered on fifty blades as they leaped forth, and the court rang with the battle-cry of the Edain of the North: Lacho calad! Drego morn! Flame light! Flee night!  Then at last Húrin leaped into his saddle, and his golden banner was unfurled, and the trumpets sang again in the morning; and thus Húrin Thalion rode away to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. 

“The Childhood of Túrin” - Narn i Hîn Húrin - Unfinished Tales - J.R.R. Tolkien

 Then Morwen bade farewell to Húrin without tears; and she said:
  ‘I will guard what you leave in my keeping, both what is and what shall be’
  And Húrin answered her:
  ‘Farewell, Lady of Dor-Lómin; we ride now with greater hope than ever we have known before. Let us think that at this midwinter the feast shall be merrier than in all our years yet, with a fearless spring to follow after!’
  Then he lifted Túrin to his shoulders, and cried to his men:
  ‘Let the heir of the House of Hador see the light of your swords!’
  And the sun glittered on fifty blades as they leaped forth, and the court rang with the battle-cry of the Edain of the North: Lacho calad! Drego morn! Flame light! Flee night! Then at last Húrin leaped into his saddle, and his golden banner was unfurled, and the trumpets sang again in the morning; and thus Húrin Thalion rode away to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

“The Childhood of Túrin” - Narn i Hîn Húrin - Unfinished Tales - J.R.R. Tolkien




‘You come at last,’ she said. ‘I have waited too long.’ ‘It was a dark road. I have come as I could,’ he answered. ‘But you are too late,’ said Morwen. ‘They are lost.’ ‘I know it,’ he said. ‘But you are not.’ But Morwen said: ‘Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now little time is left: if you know, tell me! How did she find him?’ But Húrin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Húrin knew that she had died.

“The Death of Túrin” - The Children of Húrin - J.R.R. Tolkien

‘You come at last,’ she said. ‘I have waited too long.’
‘It was a dark road. I have come as I could,’ he answered.
‘But you are too late,’ said Morwen. ‘They are lost.’
‘I know it,’ he said. ‘But you are not.’
But Morwen said: ‘Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now little time is left: if you know, tell me! How did she find him?’
But Húrin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Húrin knew that she had died.

“The Death of Túrin” - The Children of Húrin - J.R.R. Tolkien




  Morwen was dark-haired and tall, and for the light of her glance and the beauty of her face men called her Eledhwen, the elven-fair; but she was somewhat stern of mood and proud. 

“Narn i Hîn Húrin.” - The Unfinished Tales - J.R.R. Tolkien

  Morwen was dark-haired and tall, and for the light of her glance and the beauty of her face men called her Eledhwen, the elven-fair; but she was somewhat stern of mood and proud.

“Narn i Hîn Húrin.” - The Unfinished Tales - J.R.R. Tolkien