Finduilas

[laughs]

Like Finduilas the Fair and-

That fine piece of butt.

And like, "I wish, I wish these stories would've come true, but this is where we're at.

He's carrying a message from Ulmo to Turgon in Gondolin, the Hidden City.

Turin is running north from the sack of Nargothrond, chasing Finduilas.

For one afternoon, in the ruin of Ivrin, they are in the same place.

And here's the passage from of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin in Unfinished Tales.

Turin doesn't stop.

He is, in Tolkien's phrase, as one in pursuit or on an errand of great haste.

Nothing in this man's entire history suggests that a conversation with a cousin turns him aside from Finduilas.

Brethil is still coming.