A/N: "Battlememories" is part of a seies of shorter pieces. I have also one for LotR, but they will be posted seperate in the section for LotR. Most entries will probably feature Húrin Thalion, but other charaters will probably appear. Updates will come as the muse strikes, but each part will stand on its own.
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Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried ' Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, untill at last he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery.
Thus ended Nirnaeth Arnoediad, as the sun went down beyond the sea. Night fell in Hithlum, and there came a great storm of wind out of the West. (The Silmarillion, Of the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad)

'Turgon, Turgon, remeber the Fen of Serech! O Turgon, will you not hear in your hidden halls?' But there was no sound save the wind in the dry grasses. 'Even so they hissed in Serech at the sunset,' Húrin said; ans as he spoke the sun went behind he Mountains of Shadow, and a darkness fell about him, and the wind ceased, and there was silence in the waste. (The Silmarillion, Of the Ruin of Doriath)

Hurin speaks

Thangorodrim.

I remember the wind. The wind that hissed in the grass.

A silent sound. A peaceful sound. A fragile sound. Fragile - because peace is so easily broken, and silence can be destroyed by a single word.

It is strange that of all the sounds that day I remember this; the wind that hissed in the grass. The wind at the Fen of Serech that day when the sun set and all our hopes came to naught because the day had not yet come. Darkness fell upon us, and we were defeated by our own strength. They betrayed us. And I remember the wind in the grass at sunset when all other noises fell silent and Time stood still.

I saw my brother fall and I alone was left alive, for all that had not escaped were dead. And I remember the wind.

I could not even hear my own cries and I knew as I slew that my words were without meaning for Night came, Night when all things disappear, and the day I called for I would not see. I saw the fire that burnt in my enemies' eyes, and it was dark as the blood from my brother's eye. But still I screamed my defiance because my brother was dead! and I would soon follow him, for I saw no escape. And I remember the wind that hissed in the grass at Serech before the laughter of the Orcs and the cries of Angbald drowned the silence and Time returned.

Darkness fell.

No day has come for me. I am bound in darkness and I can not flee the power of the Enemy. I see my son. I can not reach him. I see my daughter. I can not help. My bonds will not break. My hopes are shattered. All strength has left me and I see no escape. I can only wait. Wait while all I once loved are lost and all I once honoured are gone. Wait until all memories fade and nothing is left of what I once knew.

But I remember the wind. The wind that hissed in the grass at Serech before the sun set.