Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
Forshefledasinamadnessoffear,swifterthanadeer,andtoreoffallherclothingassheran,untilshewasnaked;andshepassedoutoftheirsight,runningnorthward,andthoughtheysoughtherlongtheyfoundhernot,noranytraceofher.AndatlastMablungindespairreturnedtoMenegrothandtoldthetidings.ThenThingolandMelianwerefilledwithgrief;butMablungwentforth,andsoughtlonginvainfortidingsofMorwenandNienor.
ButNienorranonintothewoodsuntilshewasspent,andthenfell,andslept,andawoke;anditwasasunlitmorning,andsherejoicedinlightasitwereanewthing,andallthingselsethatshesawseemednewandstrange,forshehadnonamesforthem.Nothingdidsheremembersaveadarknessthatlaybehindher,andashadowoffear;thereforeshewentwarilyasahuntedbeast,andbecamefamished,forshehadnofoodandknewnothowtoseekitButcomingatlasttotheCrossingsofTeiglinshepassedover,seekingtheshelterofthegreattreesofBrethil,forshewasafraid,anditseemedtoherthatthedarknesswasovertakingheragainfromwhichshehadfled.
Butitwasagreatstormofthunderthatcameupfromthesouth,andinterrorshecastherselfdownuponthemoundofHaudh-en-Elleth,stoppingherearsfromthethunder;buttherainsmoteheranddrenchedher,andshelaylikeawildbeastthatisdying.
