Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
ButMimledthembysecretpathsupthesteepslopesofAmonRudh;andatthemouthofhiscavehebowedtoTurin,saying:’EnterintoBar-en-Danwedh,theHouseofRansom;forsoitshallbecalled.’
Andnowtherecameanotherdwarfbearinglighttogreethim,andtheyspoketogether,andpassedswiftlydownintothedarknessofthecave;butTurinfollowedafter,andcameatlengthtoachamberfarwithin,litbydimlampshanginguponchains.TherehefoundMimkneelingatastonecouchbesidethewall,andhetorehisbeard,andwailed,cryingonenameunceasingly;andonthecouchtherelayathird.ButTurinenteringstoodbesideMim,andofferedhimaid.ThenMimlookedupathim,andsaid:’Youcangivenoaid.ForthisisKhim,myson;andheisdead,piercedbyanarrow.Hediedatsunset.Ibunmysonhastoldme.’
ThenpityroseinTurin’sheart,andhesaidtoMim:’Alas!Iwouldrecallthatshaft,ifIcould.NowBar-enDanwedhthishouseshallbecalledintruth;andifeverIcometoanywealth,Iwillpayyouaransomofgoldforyourson,intokenofsorrow,thoughitgladdenyourheartnomore.’
ThenMimrose,andlookedlongatTurin.’Ihearyou,’hesaid.’Youspeaklikeadwarf-lordofold;andatthatImarvel.Nowmyheartiscooled,thoughitisnotglad;andhithishouseyoumaydwell,ifyouwill;forIwillpaymyransom.’
SobegantheabidingofTurininthehiddenhouseofMimuponAmonRudh;andhewalkedonthegreenswardbeforethemouthofthecave,andlookedouteast,andwest,andnorth.