Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
LongereKingFinrodFelagundcameovertheSea,thecavesofNargothrondwerediscoveredbythem,andbythemitsdelvingwasbegun;andbeneaththecrownofAmonRudh,theBaldHill,theslowhandsofthePetty-Dwarveshadboredanddeepenedthecavesthroughthelongyearsthattheydweltthere,untroubledbytheGrey-elvesofthewoods.
ButnowatlasttheyhaddwindledanddiedoutofMiddle-earth,allsaveMimandhistwosons;andMimwasoldeveninthereckoningofDwarves,oldandforgotten.Andinhishallsthesmithieswereidle,andtheaxesrusted,andtheirnamewasrememberedonlyinancienttalesofDoriathandNargothrond.
Butwhentheyeardrewontomidwinter,snowcamedownfromthenorthheavierthantheyhadknownitintheriver-vales,andAmonRudhwascovereddeep;andtheysaidthatthewintersworsenedinBeleriandasthepowerofAngbandgrew.Thenonlythehardiestdaredstirabroad;andsomefellsick,andallwerepinchedwithhunger.Butinthedimduskofawinter’sdaythereappearedsuddenlyamongthemaman,asitseemed,ofgreatbulkandgirth,cloakedandhoodedinwhite;andhewalkeduptothefirewithoutaword.Andwhenmensprangupinfear,helaughed,andthrewbackhishood,andbeneathhiswidecloakheboreagreatpack;andinthelightofthefireTurinlookedagainonthefaceofBelegCuthalion.
