Stigmas by Robinka

Gorthol

But as he stood, finding himself free (...) he looked down on Beleg's face. Then Túrin stood stone-still and silent, staring on that dreadful death, knowing what he had done.

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What ill path led you here?

Could you not see that love blinded you, my brother? I release you from the bond of friendship undone when wrath was the only thing I could offer in return. Who now dares to believe that fate lies in our bare hands?

I realize that there will be no truce, even if sorrow overcomes horror. My heart is bleeding with your immortal blood, and I shall never dwell in peace again.

Death shall become my dearest friend, for naught but forgiveness comforts, and there is, in the whole world, no greater hate than mine!