Сильмариллион
Of Beren and Luthien
ItistoldintheLayofLeithianthatBerencamestumblingintoDoriathgreyandbowedaswithmanyyearsofwoe,sogreathadbeenthetormentoftheroad.ButwanderinginthesummerinthewoodsofNeldorethhecameuponLuthien,daughterofThingolandMelian,atatimeofeveningundermoonrise,asshedancedupontheunfadinggrassinthegladesbesideEsgalduin.Thenallmemoryofhispaindepartedfromhim,andhefellintoanenchantment;forLuthienwasthemostbeautifulofalltheChildrenofIluvatar.Bluewasherraimentastheuncloudedheaven,buthereyesweregreyasthestarlitevening;hermantlewassewnwithgoldenflowers,butherhairwasdarkastheshadowsoftwilight.Asthelightupontheleavesoftrees,asthevoiceofclearwaters,asthestarsabovethemistsoftheworld,suchwashergloryandherloveliness;andinherfacewasashininglight.
Butshevanishedfromhissight;andhebecamedumb,asonethatisboundunderaspell,andhestrayedlonginthewoods,wildandwaryasabeast,seekingforher.InhishearthecalledherTinuviel,thatsignifiesNightingale,daughteroftwilight,intheGrey-elventongue,forheknewnoothernameforher.Andhesawherafarasleavesinthewindsofautumn,andinwinterasastaruponahill,butachainwasuponhislimbs.
Therecameatimeneardawnontheeveofspring,andLuthiendanceduponagreenhill;andsuddenlyshebegantosing.
