‘Grieving Beleg looked at him, for Gwindor was but a bent and timid shadow of his former shape and mood, when in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears that lord of Nargothrond rode to the very doors of Angband, and there was taken.’
Gwindor was forced to work as a slave in the mines of the North. When he finally had an opportunity to escape, he turned on the guards and fought his way out, but the orcs managed to cut off his left hand.
On his way home Gwindor helped Túrin, who was crazed and numbed with grief after accidentally killing his friend Beleg. During his journey to Nargothrond Gwindor was ever there beside him to guard him and guide him, not yet imagining that that unfortunate man will unwittingly steal from him the love of his life.
Accepting the fact that long years of torment had turned him, an immortal Firstborn, into a creature looking like an aged man, must have been terrible for Gwindor on its own. However, the loss of Finduilas was not the only blow he had to suffer after his return. Túrin’s shadow fell on his people and drove them to choose a course that would lead them to their destruction. And as if all mentioned above was not enough, his own kind turned against him: ‘Gwindor fell into dishonour, for he was no longer forward in arms, and his strength was small; and the pain in his maimed left hand was often upon him.’