Húrin is a fictional character in the Middle-earth legendarium of J. R. R. Tolkien. He is introduced in The Silmarillion as a hero of Men during the First Age, said to be the greatest warrior of both the Edain and all the other Men in Middle-earth. Húrin Thalion (pronounced , Sindarin for The Steadfast) was the elder son of Galdor the Tall of the House of Hador and Hareth of the Haladin, and he had a younger brother named Huor.
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Hurin may refer to:
- In J. R. R. Tolkien's Middle-earth legendarium:
- Húrin Thalion, a hero of the First Age and father of Túrin Turambar
- Húrin the Tall, Warden of the Keys in Minas Tirith
- Húrin I, fifth Ruling Steward of Gondor
- Húrin II, fourteenth Ruling Steward of Gondor
- Húrin of Emyn Arnen, Steward to King Minardil of Gondor and founder of the House of Húrin
- Hurin, Iran, a village in Qazvin Province
- Hurin, a character in Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time
- Hurin dynasty of Sapa Incas
- Silas Hurin, one of the original owners of the land where Lebanon, Ohio was built
- Hrvatska udruga radija i novina (HURIN), the Croatian Association of Radio Stations and Newspapers
Usage examples of "hurin".
Rand stuck out his hand, and after a moment Hurin grinned and took it.
They reached the city gates, and just beyond the walls Hurin lifted his face to the breeze.
The land was rolling, forested hills, thick with fir and leatherleaf and oak, but the path Hurin set led almost straight as an arrow, never wavering except to go around a few of the taller hills, where the way was clearly quicker around than over.
Twilight came with no sight of Trollocs or Darkfriends, and the next morning there was another abandoned campand another murder done, so Hurin saidand another change of direction, this time to the northwest.
Loial and Hurin had just waited there where Ingtar had left them, watching uneasily.
Hurin gave him a look, and he stared back until Hurin dropped his eyes.
He did not wait for an answer, but rode down to the ferry with Hurin and half the lancers.
Hurin eyed him nervously, but then Hurin seemed to be eyeing everything nervously since they had left Fal Dara.
He had a silver whistle hanging around his neck to call them back if Hurin said the trail had veered, but it did not.
Rand gave them a sad look, then fetched Red, standing where he had been left with his reins dangling, and went to the other side of the hollow, where Hurin had joined Loial.
Loial and Hurin still lay on either side of him, wrapped in their cloaks asleep, and their horses still stood hobbled a pace away, but everyone else was gone.
Now on his feet, Hurin seemed calmer, but he clutched his coat at the waist with both hands, his face urgent.
They were both watching him, Loial curious, Hurin confident, both waiting to see what he would do.
As long as Rand was doing something, anything, Hurin would have confidence that it would all come right in the end.
Looking at Loial and Hurin, he thought he knew what Lan had meant about duty pressing down like a mountain.