But Hurin passed on and on the sixth day he came at last to the place of the burning of Glaurung. There he saw the tall Standing Stone standing near the brink of Cabed Naeramarth. Hurin did not look at the stone, he already knew what was written on it and he knew he was not here alone. Sitting in the shadow of the stone there was some homeless wanderer, broken with age it seemed, to wayworn to heed his coming. Hurin stood there silent and at length the wanderer casted back the tattered hood and lifted up the face. Morwen it was, sharpnosed with broken teeth and grey, with a lean hand she clawed at the cloak upon her breast but when her eyes looked into his Hurin knew her, for though they were wild and full of fear a light still gleamed in them, the Elven light that long ago had earned her name, Eledwen : Elfsheen.