Húrin’s shame was complete. Lorgan laughed as he walked away. There was nothing worse than his own people believing he had been in league with Morgoth. His master was clever. Too clever for one such as Húrin.
Of course, this victory reminded him of the boy, the one who got away. His master had not been happy with that but they never found him. He was stubborn, Tuor was, but Lorgan was certain he never amounted to much. He would like to know how he managed to disappear so easily though.
No matter! They were all useless no accounts anyway!