Labadal and Túrin: Farewell

A bitter farewell we have come to.  So young he is, still.  How painful the world that one so young must become so hard.   Yet to me he clings; he will not take back the knife he gave me.  His heart is true.  I am not noble, not one of the high men, though I fought in the Elf-king's army once.  A foreboding comes over me: his child's heart will break, and of the shards will grow a heart of stone and pride.  He is his mother's son.

"Let the unseen days be," I say, "Today is more than enough."