Túrin grows to manhood in Doriath, watched over in secret by Melian. Beleg Strongbow trained him in the martial arts and crafts of the realm, in which Túrin most excelled at the sword. As Túrin grew, he gained a bitter rival in Saeros, son of Ithilbor. Saeros was one of the Nandor, who took refuge in Doriath following the first battle of Beleriand.
When word of his kin from outside stopped, Túrin approached Thingol to join in battle against the Orcs. Thingol bade him wait until he was older still, though the king allowed his freedom to fight, warning that he would do so alone. Túrin compares his ability to Beren, and Melian reminds him of their daughter Lúthien. Túrin takes his leave to fight the Orcs.
Three years later, Túrin returns to repair his arms, taking a seat at board where Saeros was accustomed to sit. For his part, Saeros believed it to be pride and was angered more that all welcomed Túrin rather than rebuking him. Saeros mocked Túrin, feigning respect without disguising his disgust. One thing leads to another, and the two are at each other, at which point Mablung intervenes. The two encounter again outside, and Túrin claims the life of Saeros. Thinking himself now to fall under Thingol’s doom, he flees. When Melian vouches for Túrin, Thingol pronounces his judgment to be less harsh than before, and Beleg sets off to bring Túrin back to Menegroth.
As the saying goes, pride goeth before a fall. This chapter sets Túrin’s darkness into motion and unleashes it upon the world. While there may be little doubt that Túrin is perhaps every bit the equal of his kin, Beren, the reminder that Beren could not do what he did without Lúthien is important. As always in Tolkien’s world, behind every great man is an incredible woman. Túrin walks alone, and worse still, he’s arrogant and foolish. But then, we already know this from The Silmarillion.
It’s to my shame that I have to admit I’m still using my scorecards over here to keep people straight. I’ve had a lifetime to absorb The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but I’m still wrapping my head around the First Age characters and details. I have all the stories and through-lines, certainly, but I’ve always been terrible with names. I will get there. Love of the tales will ensure that.