it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood ofthe troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried: 'Aurë entuluva
she abases those whom she despises. The mistress, a hurin bird who lets no one escape. Inana, a falcon preying on the gods. Enheduanna, A Hymn to Inana
a punishment for the sin. Aiel on the Three Fold Land Jump in a hole without looking, and there’ll be a snake in it every time. Hurin You break your neck