Сильмариллион
Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin
ButFingolfingleamedbeneathitasastar;forhismailwasoverlaidwithsilver,andhisblueshieldwassetwithcrystals;andhedrewhisswordRingil,thatglitteredlikeice.
ThenMorgothhurledaloftGrond,theHammeroftheUnderworld,andswungitdownlikeaboltofthunder.
ButFingolfinsprangaside,andGrondrentamightypitintheearth,whencesmokeandfiredarted.ManytimesMorgothessayedtosmitehim,andeachtimeFingolfinleapedaway,asa’lightningshootsfromunderadarkcloud;andhewoundedMorgothwithsevenwounds,andseventimesMorgothgaveacryofanguish,whereatthehostsofAngbandfellupontheirfacesindismay,andthecriesechoedintheNorthlands.
ButatthelasttheKinggrewweary,andMorgothboredownhisshielduponhintThricehewascrushedtohisknees,andthricearoseagainandboreuphisbrokenshieldandstrickenhelm.Buttheearthwasallrentandpittedabouthim,andhestumbledandfellbackwardbeforethefeetofMorgoth;andMorgothsethisleftfootuponhisneck,andtheweightofitwaslikeafallenhill.YetwithhislastanddesperatestrokeFingolfinhewedthefootwithRingil,andthebloodgashedforthblackandsmokingandfilledthepitsofGrond.
ThusdiedFingolfin,HighKingoftheNoldor,mostproudandvaliantoftheElven-kingsofold.TheOrcsmadenoboastofthatduelatthegate;neitherdotheElvessingofit,fortheirsorrowistoodeep.Yetthetaleofitisrememberedstill,forThorondorKingofEaglesbroughtthetidingstoGondolin,andtoHithlumafaroff.
