Now the phalanx of the guard of the king
broke through the ranks of the Orcs
and Turgon hewed his way to the side of his brother.
And it is said that the meeting of Turgon with Húrin,
who stood beside Fingon, was glad in the midst of the battle.
For awhile then, the hosts of Angband were driven back
and Fingon again began his retreat.
But having routed Maedhros in the East,
Morgoth had now great forces to spare.
And before Fingon and Turgon could come
to the shelter of the hills,
they were assailed by a tide of foes thrice greater
than all the force that was left to them.
Gothmog, High Captain of Angband, was calm
and he drove a dark wedge between the Elvin hosts,
surrounding King Fingon and thrusting Turgon and Húrin
aside towards the Fen of Serech.
Then he turned upon Fingon. That was a grim meeting.
At last, Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him,
and he fought with Gothmog until a Balrog came behind him
and cast a thong of steel round him.
Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe
and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon
as it was cloven.
Thus fell the King of the Noldor,
and they beat him into the dust with their maces
and his banner blew and silver they trod
into the mire of his blood.