Сильмариллион
Of Beren and Luthien
Theypassedthroughallperils,untiltheycamewiththedustoftheirlongandwearyroaduponthemtothedreardalethatlaybeforetheGateofAngband.Blackchasmsopenedbesidetheroad,whenceformsasofwrithingserpentsissued.Oneitherhandthecliffsstoodasembattledwalls,anduponthemsatcarrionfowlcryingwithfellvoices.
BeforethemwastheimpregnableGate,anarchwideanddarkatthefootofthemountain;aboveitrearedathousandfeetofprecipice.Theredismaytookthem,foratthegatewasaguardofwhomnotidingshadyetgoneforth.RumourofheknewnotwhatdesignsabroadamongtheprincesoftheElveshadcometoMorgoth,andeverdowntheaislesoftheforestwasheardthebayingofHuan,thegreathoundofwar,whomlongagotheValarunleashed.ThenMorgothrecalledthedoomofHuan,andhechoseonefromamongthewhelpsoftheraceofDraugluin;andhefedhimwithhisownhanduponlivingflesh,andputhispoweruponhim.Swiftlythewolfgrew,untilhecouldcreepintonoden,butlayhugeandhungrybeforethefeetofMorgoth.Therethefireandanguishofhellenteredintohim,andhebecamefilledwithadevouringspirit,tormented,terrible,andstrong.Carcharoth,theRedMaw,heisnamedinthetalesofthosedays,andAnfauglir,theJawsofThirst.AndMorgothsethimtolieunsleepingbeforethedoorsofAngband,lestHuancome.
NowCarcharothespiedthemfromafar,andhewasfilledwithdoubt;fornewshadlongbeenbroughttoAngbandthatDraugluinwasdead.
