Gurthang/Anglachel

The dark elf’s hands and breath brought it to life.  ‘Iron of the Flaming Star’; Beleg bore it long in honor.  Ah, but grim fate! Túrin’s misguided stroke was swift and Beleg would walk beneath the stars no more. Reforged to sit in poor friend’s hand…now ‘Iron of Death’ to serve this bitter master.  The Father of Dragons whispered treachery and sister loves brother. Eyes/hearts were blind. Glaurung’s bane, it carved its mark into the old worm’s belly and loosed the fire.  Misfortune followed Túrin’s steps and when he asked the sword answered—yea, I would.  Morgoth’s curse fulfilled.