Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
ButIsay,seekformeonAmonRudh!Else,thisisourlastfarewell.’Thentheyparted,infriendship,yetinsadness.
NowBelegreturnedtotheThousandCaves,andcomingbeforeThingolandMelianhetoldthemofallthathadbefallen,saveonlyofhisevilhandlingbyTurin’scompanions.ThenThingolsighed,andhesaid:’WhatmorewouldTurinhavemedo?’
’Givemeleave,lord,’saidBeleg,’andIwillguardhimandguidehimasImay;thennomanshallsaythatelvenwordsarelightlyspoken.NorwouldIwishtoseesogreatagoodruntonothinginthewild.’
ThenThingolgaveBelegleavetodoashewould;andhesaid:’BelegCuthalion!Formanydeedsyouhaveearnedmythanks;butnottheleastisthefindingofmyfosterson.Atthispartingaskforanygift,andIwillnotdenyittoyou.’
’Iaskthenforaswordofworth,’saidBeleg;’fortheOrcscomenowtoothickandcloseforabowonly,andsuchbladeasIhaveisnomatchfortheirarmour.’
’ChoosefromallthatIhave,’saidThingol,’saveonlyAranruth,myown.’
ThenBelegchoseAnglachel;andthatwasaswordofgreatworth,anditwassonamedbecauseitwasmadeofironthatfellfromheavenasablazingstar;itwouldcleaveallearth-delvediron.OneotherswordonlyinMiddle-earthwasliketoit.Thatsworddoesnotenterintothistale,thoughitwasmadeofthesameorebythesamesmith;andthatsmithwasEoltheDarkElf,whotookAredhelTurgon’ssistertowife.
