A/N heyy this is my first story abt these two and I just love them topieces, and the fact that Beleg taught Túrin a lot of what he knew later in life is just... too precious for this world. I know this is short, but I hope to update this at least once a month, and I'll probably be posting other little stories in between. Xoxo

I had been hunting orcs when I found them, three weary travelers wandering blindly with no clear sense of where they were. Two were old edain, and one was a child, the one they had been sent to protect.

Looking at this starving, weary child, no more than eight years old, had nearly broken my heart.

I had kneeled down beside him and looked into his eyes, and when they looked back into mine they were so trusting.

I held out my arms and he came willingly into them, clinging to me like Arda depended on it. I picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, and burying his face in my tunic he fell asleep. I carried him back to Menegroth where he was given proper rest and nourishment, but still he refused to be parted from me.

The King had asked for him to be set on his knee, but only when I told him he could trust him did he go.

Always he had looked to me before making any decision, and his rock solid trust in me had always given me a reason to continue, a reason to love. Because he needed me, and I needed him, child though he was.

But his trust was also the reason it had hurt so much more when he rejected my plea for him to return to Doriath so many years later. I had almost begged him, and though he would not come back, I knew I could not be parted from him. He knew it too, but his bitterness and pride had put a barrier between our relationship. So I had yielded to his own desires, staying against all good counsel to be with Túrin. My sworn brother.


I was attempting to get some sleep after a long, wearying day in the wilds, when I heard my door being opened. The sound of small feet shuffling in soon followed, and I knew instantly who it was, though he no doubt thought he was being quiet.

I waited for him to close the door and come closer before whispering "Túrin?"

I held out my hand, and soon enough I felt a smaller one grasp mine. I heard him sniffing as if he were crying, which kicked me into worry mode. "What is wrong neth er?" I said as I pulled him onto the bed.

He laid down beside me, snuggling into my side but not letting go of my hand. "I worry for my mother and my baby sister."

I sighed and wrapped my arm around him. "Your mother is strong. And she has many who are faithful to her. She will come to you soon enough I am sure."

"But always the messengers tell me she will not come, and how shall we know she is safe if they do not go more often."

"The King does what he can, little one. She will be safe. Do you trust me, gwador-nín?"

"Of course I trust you Beleg." He said as if it was a most foolish question. Then more thoughtfully, "Nellas has taught me many words, but what does 'gwador-nín' mean?"

"My sworn brother." I said with a chuckle. "Shall I be yours?"

He nodded. "Yes, but who shall be our witness for this oath?"

I laughed. "We do not need one, but we may be each others witnesses."

I heard him laugh softly and congratulated myself on a rare accomplishment. Getting Túrin Húrinion to laugh was no small feat.

He was sleeping softly a few moments later, and I knew my words had calmed his fears- for a little while.

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