[Author's note: I made a few changes to the names as the story is many thousand years old and a story might come to differ each time it is told:
Tyrvin Trjónhammar- Túrin Turambar
Glaurungr - Glaurung
Tingolfr - Thingol
Mæva - Melian
Nereiðr - Nienor
Mandos - Luth]
It was that Tyrvin found a rift and he stood in it for a time. But as Glaurungr, the wyrm crawled over it, there Tyrvin pierced his sword in his heart. Glaurungr tossed himself about with skin and tail of pain. There Tyrvin emerged from the rift, so one could see the other and Glaurungr spoke:
1 Fellow and fellow, what fellow made thee,
What art thou me a child of Man?
Who in Glaurungr dyeth the sparkling steel;
Thy sword clingeth to my heart.
But Tyrvin denied him his name, for he knew that words had power and that a foe could curse him with his dying breath. He spoke:
2 Wonder they name me, I stumble about
A child that knoweth no mother
The father I miss too, that Man usually have
I wander lonely, alone.
Glaurungr:
3 Missing the father, that Man usually have
What wonder made thee then?
Tyrvin:
4 My kin is thee hardly known
As is it to myself
Tyrvin they name me,
Tingolfr was my father, yet not my maker
And Mæva my mother, yet I did not issue from her womb.
Glaurungr:
5 Who provoked thee? How didst thou decide
To murder my life,
Clear-eyed boy? Valiant is thy father
The unborn inherited his sense.
Tyrvin:
6 Provoked did me my heart, my hands have done it
And my sharp sword.
No one is valiant, when the years are coming
Who was dumb in childhood.
Glaurungr:
7 Wouldst thou be risen on other's breasts
One would know thee not valiant in battle;
In custody thou art here, a prisoner;
Ever, they say, quivers the one who is bound.
Tyrvin:
8 What accusation, Glaurungr, as if I would be far
From my father's land?
I was not emprisoned here,
Thou feelst well that I am free
Glaurungr:
9 An accusation thou findst in friendly words;
But one I proclaim thee:
The knowledge of her, thy kin, who is thy wife
These words will be thy end.
Tyrvin:
10 Ending must one day then any Man
Living till the very day.
For every soul must go
To take its leave for good.
Glaurungr:
11 Thou takest for naught the words of Luth
My words for foolish speeches.
But wilt thou drown, if sailing by storm
All dieth what must.
12 The Lord of Horrors protected me long
As I crawled about the treasures.
Alone thought I myself stronger than any
I found seldom challenge.
Tyrvin:
13 No one can the Lord of Horros protect
Where angry ones come to fight.
Who fought with many will soon see:
No one is alone valiant.
Glaurungr:
14 Poison I blew, as I lay on the gold
And I am the father of many.
Tyrvin:
15 No doubt thou werest terrible, glimmering wyrm;
A hard heart was to thee given.
Glaurungr:
16 Now I give thee advice:
Turn now and ride home thither.
The knowledge of her, thy kin, who is thy wife
These words will be thy end.
Tyrvin:
17 Advice is me given; I ride anyway
To the meadow were lieth my true kin.
And as I arrive
Thou wilt be no more.
Glaurungr:
18 Destiny betrayed me, it also betrayeth thee
It will mean death to us both.
His life must leave now Glaurungr,
Thy powers mastered me.
As Glaurungr died, the spell on Nereiðr was lifted and she came to know that Tyrvin was her brother and so she cast herself into the river.
Then Tyrvin came to know the same and he found that the Wyrm had spoken true. So he spoke:
19 The black sword it is called,
Comest thou from a smithy's craft
Who's heart was dark as thy blade.
Wilt thou take my life?
And the sword answered him:
20 Gladly will I take thee and send thee hither,
Where no one knoweth where thou hast gone.
But certain is:
There is no return.
And so Tyrvin threw himself into the blade of the dark sword and beneath him it shattered.
