Сильмариллион
Of Beren and Luthien
BytheringofFelagund,thathegavetoBarahirmyfatheronthebattlefieldoftheNorth,myhousehasnotearnedsuchnamesfromanyElf,behekingorno.’
Hiswordswereproud,andalleyeslookeduponthering;forhehelditnowaloft,andthegreenjewelsgleamedtherethattheNoldorhaddevisedinValinor.Forthisringwasliketotwinserpents,whoseeyeswereemeralds,andtheirheadsmetbeneathacrownofgoldenflowers,thattheoneupheldandtheotherdevoured;thatwasthebadgeofFinarfinandhishouse;ThenMelianleanedtoThingol’sside,andinwhisperedcounselbadehimforgohiswrath.’Fornotbyyou,’shesaid,’shallBerenbeslain;andfarandfreedoeshisfateledhimintheend,yetitiswoundwithyours.
Takeheed!’
ButThingollookedinsilenceuponLuthien;andhethoughtinhisheart:’UnhappyMen,childrenoflittlelordsandbriefkings,shallsuchastheselayhandsonyou,andyetlive?’Thenbreakingthesilencehesaid:’Iseethering,sonofBarahir,andIperceivethatyouareproud,anddeemyourselfmighty.Butafather’sdeeds,evenhadhisservicebeenrenderedtome,availnottowinthedaughterofThingolandMelian.Seenow!Itoodesireatreasurethatiswithheld.ForrockandsteelandthefiresofMorgothkeepthejewelthatIwouldpossessagainstallthepowersoftheElf-kingdoms.YetIhearyousaythatbondssuchasthesedonotdauntyou.Goyourwaytherefore!BringtomeinyourhandaSilmarilfromMorgoth’scrown;andthen,ifshewill,Luthienmaysetherhandinyours.
