Сильмариллион
Of Beren and Luthien
FireandsmokebelchedforthfromThangorodrim,andflamingboltswerehurledfarabroad,fallingruinousuponthelands;andtheNoldorinHithlumtrembled.ButThorondortookhiswayfarabovetheearth,seekingthehighroadsofheaven,wherethesundaylongshinesunveiledandthemoonwalksamidthecloudlessstars.ThustheypassedswiftlyoverDor-nu-Fauglith,andoverTaur-nu-Fuin,andcameabovethehiddenvalleyofTumladen.Nocloudnormistlaythere,andlookingdownLuthiensawfarbelow,asawhitelightstartingfromagreenjewel,theradianceofGondolinthefairwhereTurgondwelt.Butshewept,forshethoughtthatBerenwouldsurelydie,hespokenoword,noropenedhiseyes,andknewthereafternothingofhisflight.
AndatthelasttheeaglessetthemdownuponthebordersofDoriath;andtheywerecometothatsamedellwhenceBerenhadstolenindespairandleftLuthienasleep.
TheretheeagleslaidheratBeren’ssideandreturnedtothepeaksofCrissaegrimandtheirhigheyries;butHuancametoher,andtogethertheytendedBeren,evenasbeforewhenshehealedhimofthewoundthatCurufingavetohim.Butthiswoundwasfellandpoisonous.LongBerenlay,andhisspiritwandereduponthedarkbordersofdeath,knowingeveryananguishthatpursuedhimfromdreamtodream.Thensuddenly,whenherhopewasalmostspent,hewokeagain,andlookedup,seeingleavesagainstthesky;andheheardbeneaththeleavessingingsoftandslowbesidehimLuthienTinuviel.Anditwasspringagain.
