'Now Turin grew heavy-hearted, not knowing what new evil was afoot, and fearing that an ill fate had befallen Morwen and Nienor; and for many days he sat silent, brooding on the downfall of the House of Hador and the Men of the North. Then he rose up and went to seek Thingol; and he found him sitting with Melian under Hirilorn, the great beech of Menegroth.
Thingol looked on Turin in wonder, seeing suddenly before him in the place of his fosterling a Man and a stranger, tall, dark-haired, looking at him with deep eyes in a white face, stern and proud; but he did not speak.
"What do you desire, foster-son?" said Thingol, and guessed that he would ask for nothing small.
"Mail, sword, and shield of my stature, lord," answered Turin. "Also by your leave I will now reclaim the Dragonhelm of my sires."'
JRR Tolkien: Unfinished Tales: NARN I HÎN HÚRIN
The Tale of the Children of Húrin