Сильмариллион
Of Beren and Luthien
Thensuddenlysheeludedhissight,andoutoftheshadowsbeganasongofsuchsurpassingloveliness,andofsuchblindingpower,thathelistenedperforce;andablindnesscameuponhim,ashiseyesroamedtoandfro,seekingher.
Allhiscourtwerecastdowninslumber,andallthefiresfadedandwerequenched;buttheSilmarilsinthecrownonMorgoth’sheadblazedforthsuddenlywitharadianceofwhiteflame;andtheburdenofthatcrownandofthejewelsboweddownhishead,asthoughtheworldweresetuponit,ladenwithaweightofcare,offear,andofdesire,thateventhewillofMorgothcouldnotsupport.ThenLuthiencatchingupherwingedrobesprangintotheair,andhervoicecamedroppingdownlikerainintopools,profoundanddark.Shecasthercloakbeforehiseyes,andsetuponhimadream,darkastheouterVoidwhereoncehewalkedalone.
Suddenlyhefell,asahillslidinginavalanche,andhurledlikethunderfromhisthronelayproneuponthefloorsofhell.Theironcrownrolledechoingfromhishead.Allthingswerestill.
AsadeadbeastBerenlayupontheground;butLuthientouchinghimwithherhandarousedhim,andhecastasidethewolf-hame.ThenhedrewforththeknifeAngrist;andfromtheironclawsthatheldithecutaSilmaril.
Ashecloseditinhishand,theradiancewelledthroughhislivingflesh,andhishandbecameasashininglamp;butthejewelsufferedhistouchandhurthimnot.
