Turin Turambar, son of Hurin Thalion, is an outlaw. Aren't outlaws usually put to the sword prematurely? In Turin's case, it is his own doing. This one-shot is about Turin's thoughts before he slew himself.
Title: Master of Doom
Author: Dunruth Caryonde
Disclaimer: Nothing owned. I'm dealing with it. Heavily…
Master of Doom…that was what they used to call me. Some still do.
Turambar.
Gorthol…the Dread-helm.
Such horrid names…yet they fit the course of my life in perfection.
How can I live with myself any longer? I cannot.
Curse Glaurung. Curse that dreaded Worm. To think that I believed his twisted words…
Revenge I have bought against him, and yet the price was too great. How can I not have seen the curse leering me in the eyes?
I have brought the great Doom upon myself. I cannot escape it. There is no more to be done.
My part in this story is over. I must die.
Forgive me, Nienor sister…I did not see it. But thou wouldst not have understood my plight. Farewell, dear, Niniel, my Tear-maiden.
Forgive me, Brandir. I slew thee needlessly. I will join thee soon, in darkness…
Forgive me, Strongbow, my friend. May thy spirit kindle the hearts of the Eldar ever after.
Forgive me, father, for not being there at thy side in battle. I should have died whilst thou escapeth to Gondolin and dwelt in peace. My death there would not have been in vain.
I even beg thee to forgive me, Glaurung, for not putting thee to Gurthang's point and ended thy long-matured life. May you lie long in your rotten carcass, Worm of Morgoth.
Lastly, forgive me, Gurthang, for drawing thee away from thy fallen master and my fallen friend, whom thou stoleth his pure blood from. Anglachel thou hadst been named in your childhood, 'iron-flame'. Now I feel naught from you, and I realize why I named thee Gurthang, 'death-iron'. But I do not grudge thee, for the hand that wields thee is the true slayer. Thou hadst standeth by my side during my corrupted years. Wilt thou take the bespoiled blood of Turin son of Hurin, and thus rid him of the demon that is his life?
Come, my brother, for that you are. Take the blood of Turin, he accepts it willingly. This is the hour of Doom for Turambar.
And with Turambar's death the Sun shines…