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The Children of Hurin

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The Children of Hurin a été écrit par J. R. R. Tolkien qui connu comme un auteur et ont écrit beaucoup de livres intéressants avec une grande narration. The Children of Hurin a été l'un des livres de populer sur 2016. Il contient 320 pages et disponible sur format . Ce livre a été très surpris en raison de sa note rating et a obtenu environ avis des utilisateurs. Donc, après avoir terminé la lecture de ce livre, je recommande aux lecteurs de ne pas sous-estimer ce grand livre. Vous devez prendre The Children of Hurin que votre liste de lecture ou vous serez regretter parce que vous ne l'avez pas lu encore dans votre vie.Rang parmi les ventes Amazon: #17247 dans LivresPublié le: 2014-12-16Langue d'origine: AnglaisDimensions: 7.80" h x .79" l x 5.08" L, .60 livres Reliure: Broché320 pagesExtraitChapter OneTHE CHILDHOOD OF TÚRINHador Goldenhead was a lord of the Edain and wellbelovedby the Eldar. He dwelt while his days lasted underthe lordship of Fingolfin, who gave to him wide lands inthat region of Hithlum which was called Dor-lómin. Hisdaughter Glóredhel wedded Haldir son of Halmir, lord ofthe Men of Brethil; and at the same feast his son Galdor theTall wedded Hareth, the daughter of Halmir.Galdor and Hareth had two sons, Húrin and Huor.Húrin was by three years the elder, but he was shorter instature than other men of his kin; in this he took after hismother’s people, but in all else he was like Hador, hisgrandfather, strong in body and fiery of mood. But thefire in him burned steadily, and he had great endurance ofwill. Of all Men of the North he knew most of the counselsof the Noldor. Huor his brother was tall, the tallest ofall the Edain save his own son Tuor only, and a swiftrunner; but if the race were long and hard Húrin would bethe first home, for he ran as strongly at the end of thecourse as at the beginning. There was great love betweenthe brothers, and they were seldom apart in their youth.Húrin wedded Morwen, the daughter of Baragund sonof Bregolas of the House of Bëor; and she was thus of closekin to Beren One-hand. Morwen was dark-haired and tall,and for the light of her glance and the beauty of her facemen called her Eledhwen, the elven-fair; but she was somewhatstern of mood and proud. The sorrows of the Houseof Bëor saddened her heart; for she came as an exile to Dorlóminfrom Dorthonion after the ruin of the Bragollach.Túrin was the name of the eldest child of Húrin andMorwen, and he was born in that year in which Berencame to Doriath and found Lúthien Tinúviel, Thingol’sdaughter. Morwen bore a daughter also to Húrin, and shewas named Urwen; but she was called Lalaith, which isLaughter, by all that knew her in her short life.Huor wedded Rían, the cousin of Morwen; she was thedaughter of Belegund son of Bregolas. By hard fate wasshe born into such days, for she was gentle of heart andloved neither hunting nor war. Her love was given to treesand to the flowers of the wild, and she was a singer and amaker of songs. Two months only had she been weddedto Huor when he went with his brother to the NirnaethArnoediad, and she never saw him again.But now the tale returns to Húrin and Huor in thedays of their youth. It is said that for a while the sons ofGaldor dwelt in Brethil as foster-sons of Haldir theiruncle, after the custom of Northern men in those days.They often went to battle with the Men of Brethil againstthe Orcs, who now harried the northern borders of theirland; for Húrin, though only seventeen years of age, wasstrong, and Huor the younger was already as tall as mostfull-grown men of that people.On a time Húrin and Huor went with a company ofscouts, but they were ambushed by the Orcs and scattered,and the brothers were pursued to the ford of Brithiach.There they would have been taken or slain but for thepower of Ulmo that was still strong in the waters of Sirion;and it is said that a mist arose from the river and hid themfrom their enemies, and they escaped over the Brithiachinto Dimbar. There they wandered in great hardship amongthe hills beneath the sheer walls of the Crissaegrim, untilthey were bewildered in the deceits of that land and knewnot the way to go on or to return. There Thorondor espiedthem, and he sent two of his Eagles to their aid; and theEagles bore them up and brought them beyond the EncirclingMountains to the secret vale of Tumladen and thehidden city of Gondolin, which no Man had yet seen.There Turgon the King received them well, when helearned of their kin; for Hador was an Elf-friend, andUlmo, moreover, had counselled Turgon to deal kindlywith the sons of that House, from whom help shouldcome to him at need. Húrin and Huor dwelt as guests inthe King’s house for well nigh a year; and it is said that inthis time Húrin, whose mind was swift and eager, gainedmuch lore of the Elves, and learned also something of thecounsels and purposes of the King. For Turgon took greatliking for the sons of Galdor, and spoke much with them;and he wished indeed to keep them in Gondolin out oflove, and not only for his law that no stranger, be he Elfor Man, who found the way to the secret kingdom orlooked upon the city should ever depart again, until theKing should open the leaguer, and the hidden peopleshould come forth.But Húrin and Huor desired to return to their ownpeople and share in the wars and griefs that now besetthem. And Húrin said to Turgon: ‘Lord, we are but mortalMen, and unlike the Eldar. They may endure for longyears awaiting battle with their enemies in some fardistant day; but for us the time is short, and our hope andstrength soon wither. Moreover we did not find the roadto Gondolin, and indeed we do not know surely wherethis city stands; for we were brought in fear and wonderby the high ways of the air, and in mercy our eyes wereveiled.’ Then Turgon granted his prayer, and he said: ‘Bythe way that you came you have leave to return, ifThorondor is willing. I grieve at this parting; yet in a littlewhile, as the Eldar account it, we may meet again.’But Maeglin, the King’s sister-son, who was mighty inGondolin, grieved not at all at their going, though hebegrudged them the favour of the King, for he had no lovefor any of the kindred of Men; and he said to Húrin: ‘TheKing’s grace is greater than you know, and some mightwonder wherefore the strict law is abated for two knavechildrenof Men. It would be safer if they had no choicebut to abide here as our servants to their life’s end.’‘The King’s grace is great indeed,’ answered Húrin, ‘butif our word is not enough, then we will swear oaths to you.’And the brothers swore never to reveal the counsels ofTurgon, and to keep secret all that they had seen in hisrealm. Then they took their leave, and the Eagles comingbore them away by night, and set them down in Dor-lóminbefore the dawn. Their kinsfolk rejoiced to see them, formessengers from Brethil had reported that they were lost;but they would not tell even to their father where they hadbeen, save that they were rescued in the wilderness by theEagles that brought them home. But Galdor said: ‘Did youthen dwell a year in the wild? Or did the Eagles house youin their eyries? But you found food and fine raiment, andreturn as young princes, not as waifs of the wood.’ ‘Becontent, father,’ said Húrin, ‘that we have returned; foronly under an oath of silence was this permitted. That oathis still on us.’ Then Galdor questioned them no more, buthe and many others guessed at the truth. For both the oathof silence and the Eagles pointed to Turgon, men thought.So the days passed, and the shadow of the fear ofMorgoth lengthened. But in the four hundred and sixtyninthyear after the return of the Noldor to Middle-earth there was a stirring of hope among Elves and Men; for therumour ran among them of the deeds of Beren andLúthien, and the putting to shame of Morgoth even uponhis throne in Angband, and some said that Beren andLúthien yet lived, or had returned from the Dead. In thatyear also the great counsels of Maedhros were almostcomplete, and with the reviving strength of the Eldar andthe Edain the advance of Morgoth was stayed, and theOrcs were driven back from Beleriand. Then some beganto speak of victories to come, and of redressing the Battleof the Bragollach, when Maedhros should lead forth theunited hosts, and drive Morgoth underground, and sealthe Doors of Angband.But the wiser were uneasy still, fearing that Maedhrosrevealed his growing strength too soon, and that Morgothwould be given time enough to take counsel against him.‘Ever will some new evil be hatched in Angband beyondthe guess of Elves and Men,’ they said. And in the autumnof that year, to point their words, there came an ill windfrom the North under leaden skies. The Evil Breath it wascalled, for it was pestilent; and many sickened and died inthe fall of the year in the northern lands that bordered onthe Anfauglith, and they were for the most part the childrenor the rising youth in the houses of Men.In that year Túrin son of Húrin was yet only five yearsold, and Urwen his sister was three in the beginning ofspring. Her hair was like the yellow lilies in the grass as sheran in the fields, and her laughter was like the sound of themerry stream that came singing out of the hills past the wallsof her father’s house. Nen Lalaith it was named, and after itall the people of the household called the child Lalaith, andtheir hearts were glad while she was among them.But Túrin was loved less than she. He was dark-hairedas his mother, and promised to be like her in mood also;for he was not merry, and spoke little, though he learnedto speak early and ever seemed older than his years. Túrinwas slow to forget injustice or mockery; but the fire of hisfather was also in him, and he could be sudden and fierce.Yet he was quick to pity, and the hurts or sadness of livingthings might move him to tears; and he was like his fatherin this also, for Morwen was stern with others as withherself. He loved his mother, for her speech to him wasforthright and plain; but his father he saw little, for Húrinwas often long away from home with the host of Fingonthat guarded Hithlum’s eastern borders, and when hereturned his quick speech, full of strange words and jestsand half-meanings, bewildered Túrin and made himuneasy. At that time all the warmth of his heart was forLalaith his sister; but he played with her seldom, and likedbetter to guard her unseen and to watch her going upongrass or under tree, as she sang such songs as the childrenof the Edain made long ago when the tongue of the Elveswas still fresh upon their lips.‘Fair as an Elf-child is Lalaith,’ said Húrin to Morwen;‘but briefer, alas! And so fairer, maybe, or dearer.’ AndTúrin hearing these words pondered them, but could not understand them. For he had seen no Elf-children. None ofthe Eldar at that time dwelt in his father’s lands, and onceonly had he seen them, when King Fingon and many of hislords had ridden through Dor-lómin and passed over thebridge of Nen Lalaith, glittering in silver and white.But before the year was out the truth of his father’swords was shown; for the Evil Breath came to Dor-lómin,and Túrin took sick, and lay long in a fever and darkdream. And when he was healed, for such was his fate andthe strength of life that was in him, he asked for Lalaith.But his nurse answered: ‘Speak no more of Lalaith, son ofHúrin; but of your sister Urwen you must ask tidings ofyour mother.’And when Morwen came to him, Túrin said to her: ‘Iam no longer sick, and I wish to see Urwen; but why mustI not say Lalaith any more?’‘Because Urwen is dead, and laughter is stilled in thishouse,’ she answered. ‘But you live, son of Morwen; andso does the Enemy who has done this to us.’She did not seek to comfort him any more than herself;for she met her grief in silence and coldness of heart. ButHúrin mourned openly, and he took up his harp and wouldmake a song of lamentation; but he could not, and he brokehis harp, and going out he lifted up his hand towards theNorth, crying: ‘Marrer of Middle-earth, would that I mightsee you face to face, and mar you as my lord Fingolfin did!’But Túrin wept bitterly at night alone, though toMorwen he never again spoke the name of his sister. Toone friend only he turned at that time, and to him hespoke of his sorrow and the emptiness of the house. Thisfriend was named Sador, a house-man in the service ofHúrin; he was lame, and of small account. He had been awoodman, and by ill-luck or the mishandling of his axe hehad hewn his right foot, and the footless leg had shrunken;and Túrin called him Labadal, which is ‘Hopafoot’,though the name did not displease Sador, for it was givenin pity and not in scorn. Sador worked in the outbuildings,to make or mend things of little worth that wereneeded in the house, for he had some skill in the workingof wood; and Túrin would fetch him what he lacked, tospare his leg, and sometimes he would carry off secretlysome tool or piece of timber that he found unwatched, ifhe thought his friend might use it. Then Sador smiled, butbade him return the gifts to their places; ‘Give with a freehand, but give only your own,’ he said. He rewarded as hecould the kindness of the child, and carved for him thefigures of men and beasts; but Túrin delighted most inSador’s tales, for he had been a young man in the days ofthe Bragollach, and loved now to dwell upon the shortdays of his full manhood before his maiming.‘That was a great battle, they say, son of Húrin. I wascalled from my tasks in the wood in the need of that year;but I was not in the Bragollach, or I might have got myhurt with more honour. For we came too late, save to bearback the bier of the old lord, Hador, who fell in the guardof King Fingolfin. I went for a soldier after that, and I wasin Eithel Sirion, the great fort of the Elf-kings, for manyyears; or so it seems now, and the dull years since havelittle to mark them. In Eithel Sirion I was when the BlackKing assailed it, and Galdor your father’s father was thecaptain there in the King’s stead. He was slain in thatassault; and I saw your father take up his lordship and hiscommand, though but new come to manhood. There wasa fire in him that made the sword hot in his hand, theysaid. Behind him we drove the Orcs into the sand; andthey have not dared to come within sight of the walls sincethat day. But alas! my love of battle was sated, for I hadseen spilled blood and wounds enough; and I got leave tocome back to the woods that I yearned for. And there Igot my hurt; for a man that flies from his fear may findthat he has only taken a short cut to meet it.’In this way Sador would speak to Túrin as he grew older;and Túrin began to ask many questions that Sador foundhard to answer, thinking that others nearer akin should havehad the teaching. And one day Túrin said to him: ‘WasLalaith indeed like an Elf-child, as my father said? And whatdid he mean, when he said that she was briefer?’‘Very like,’ said Sador; ‘for in their first youth the childrenof Men and Elves seem close akin. But the childrenof Men grow more swiftly, and their youth passes soon;such is our fate.’Then Túrin asked him: ‘What is fate?’‘As to the fate of Men,’ said Sador, ‘you must ask thosethat are wiser than Labadal. But as all can see, we weary soonand die; and by mischance many meet death even sooner. Butthe Elves do not weary, and they do not die save by greathurt. From wounds and griefs that would slay Men they maybe healed; and even when their bodies are marred they returnagain, some say. It is not so with us.’‘Then Lalaith will not come back?’ said Túrin. ‘Wherehas she gone?’‘She will not come back,’ said Sador. ‘But where shehas gone no man knows; or I do not.’‘Has it always been so? Or do we suffer some curse ofthe wicked King, perhaps, like the Evil Breath?’‘I do not know. A darkness lies behind us, and out of itfew tales have come. The fathers of our fathers may have hadthings to tell, but they did not tell them. Even their names areforgotten. The Mountains stand between us and the life thatthey came from, flying from no man now knows what.’‘Were they afraid?’ said Túrin.‘It may be,’ said Sador. ‘It may be that we fled from thefear of the Dark, only to find it here before us, andnowhere else to fly to but the Sea.’‘We are not afraid any longer,’ said Túrin, ‘not all of us.My father is not afraid, and I will not be; or at least, as mymother, I will be afraid and not show it.’It seemed then to Sador that Túrin’s eyes were not theeyes of a child, and he thought: ‘Grief is a hone to a hardmind.’ But aloud he said: ‘Son of Húrin and Morwen,how it will be with your heart Labadal cannot guess; butseldom and to few will you show what is in it.’Then Túrin said: ‘Perhaps it is better not to tell whatyou wish, if you cannot have it. But I wish, Labadal, thatI were one of the Eldar. Then Lalaith might come back,and I should still be here, even if she were long away. Ishall go as a soldier with an Elf-king as soon as I am able,as you did, Labadal.’Revue de presse“[A] superb addition to the Tolkien canon.”—Chicago Sun-Times“A GEM . . . TOLKIEN’S LEGACY IS DEEPENED.”—Minneapolis Star Tribune“Years from now, when our present day is as remote from men and women (or cyborgs) as the events of the First Age were to the Council of Elrond, people may still tell tales out of Middle-earth. If so, The Children of Húrin will be one of them.”—Washington PostPrésentation de l'éditeurThe Children of Húrin is the first complete book by J.R.R.Tolkien since the 1977 publication of The Silmarillion. Six thousand years before the One Ring is destroyed, Middle-earth lies under the shadow of the Dark Lord Morgoth. The greatest warriors among elves and men have perished, and all is in darkness and despair. But a deadly new leader rises, Túrin, son of Húrin, and with his grim band of outlaws begins to turn the tide in the war for Middle-earth -- awaiting the day he confronts his destiny and the deadly curse laid upon him.The paperback edition of The Children of Húrin includes eight color paintings by Alan Lee and a black-and-white map.Vous trouverez ci-dessous les commentaires du lecteur après avoir lu The Children of Hurin. Vous pouvez considérer pour votre référence.

20 internautes sur 20 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile.Buying for a Friend?Par Michael W. PerryThere's no way I can top some of the other reviews posted here, so I'll focus on a different question: "Should I, someone who knows little about Tolkien, buy this book for a friend who's a Tolkien fan?"The short answer is yes. As Tolkien's major tales go, this one ranks in third place after Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (or second for those who don't like the children's flavor of The Hobbit). Unlike The Silmarillion, this is a genuine story with a narrative and character development. The only deficiency is that, without those hobbits, it lacks the light and comic touch they provide, giving it a grimmer and more fatalistic feel. Unless he reads Tolkien only for the hobbits, your friend will be delighted with your gift.Perhaps the only other Tolkien work that would top The Children of Hurin in value--and one you ought to consider if your friend doesn't have it already--is The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien. It's a collection of Tolkien's letters over a six decade span (from 1914 to 1973), and it provides the definitive background to Middle earth. When I wrote the entry on "Magic in Middle earth" for The J. R. R. Tolkien Encyclopedia, I used it almost exclusively. It was far better to let Tolkien explain what he meant than to make guesses of my own.--Michael W. Perry, author of Untangling Tolkien (a book-length LOTR chronology)

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