Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
NowwhenBelegpartedfromtheoutlawsandreturnedintoDoriath,TurinledthemawaywestwardoutofSirion’svale;fortheygrewwearyoftheirlifewithoutrest,everwatchfulandinfearofpursuit,andtheysoughtforasaferlair.AnditchancedatatimeofeveningthattheycameuponthreeDwarves,whofledbeforethem;butonethatlaggedbehindwasseizedandthrowndown,andamanofthecompanytookhisbowandletflyanarrowattheothersastheyvanishedinthedusk.NowthedwarfthattheyhadtakenwasnamedMim;andhepleadedforhislifebeforeTurin,andofferedasransomtoleadthemtohishiddenhallswhichnonemightfindwithouthisaid.ThenTurinpitiedMim,andsparedhim;andhesaid:’Whereisyourhouse?’
ThenMimanswered:’HighabovethelandsliesthehouseofMim,uponthegreathill;AmonRudhisthathillcallednow,sincetheElveschangedallthenames.’
ThenTurinwassilent,andhelookedlonguponthedwarf;andatlasthesaid:’Youshallbringustothatplace.’
Onthenextdaytheysetoutthither,followingMimtoAmonRudh.NowthathillstoodupontheedgeofthemoorlandsthatrosebetweenthevalesofSirionandNarog,andhighabovethestonyheathitreareditscrown;butitssteepgreyheadwasbare,savefortheredseregonthatmantledthestone.AndasthemenofTurin’sbanddrewnear,thesunwesteringbrokethroughtheclouds,andfelluponthecrown;andtheseregonwasallinflower.Thenoneamongthemsaid:’Thereisbloodonthehill-top.’
