‘You come at last,’ she said. ‘I have waited too long.’
‘It was a dark road. I have come as I could,’ he answered.
‘But you are too late,’ said Morwen. ‘They are lost.’
‘I know it,’ he said. ‘But you are not.’
But Morwen said: ‘Almost. I am spent. I shall go with the sun. Now little time is left: if you know, tell me! How did she find him?’
But Húrin did not answer, and they sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Húrin knew that she had died.
“The Death of Túrin” - The Children of Húrin - J.R.R. Tolkien
Neath Doriath’s boughs we dwelt in all my years of childhood and of growing as a boy. He was my hero, through my grief and tears I wanted to be like him. He brought joy to me in years of sorrow. I saw him as idol, friend, and captain, and his face beheld I with delight, a light in grim sad days, when darkness was my dwelling place. The greatest woodsman in all Middle-earth, the truest friend of any that has lived, the kindest spirit of the dark sea’s berth, most gen’rous heart that any one could give.
O Beleg! Now my greatest friend hath fled, I walk this dark earth as one of the dead.
Túrin Turambar’s Laer Cú Beleg
Morwen and Túrin