Сильмариллион
Of Turin Turambar
NowGurthanghadbeenwrestedfromTurambar’shandinthethroeofGlaurung,anditclavetothebellyofthedragon.Turambarthereforecrossedthewateroncemore,desiringtorecoverhisswordandtolookuponhisfoe;andhefoundhimstretchedathislength,androlledupononeside,andthehiltsofGurthangstoodinhisbelly.ThenTurambarseizedthehiltsandsethisfootuponthebelly,andcriedinmockeryofthedragonandhiswordsatNargothrond:’Hail,WormofMorgoth!Wellmetagain!Dienowandthedarknesshavethee!ThusisTurinsonofHurinavenged.’
Thenhewrenchedoutthesword,butaspoutofblackbloodfollowedit,andfellonhishand,andthevenomburnedit.AndthereuponGlaurungopenedhiseyesandlookeduponTurambarwithsuchmalicethatitsmotehimasablow;andbythatstrokeandtheanguishofthevenomhefellintoadarkswoon,andlayasonedead,andhisswordwasbeneathhim.
ThescreamsofGlaurungranginthewoods,andcametothepeoplethatwaitedatNenGirith;andwhenthosethatlookedforthheardthem,andsawafartheruinandburningthatthedragonmade,theydeemedthathehadtriumphedandwasdestroyingthosethatassailedhim.AndNinielsatandshudderedbesidethefallingwater,andatthevoiceofGlaurungherdarknesscreptuponheragain,sothatshecouldnotstirfromthatplaceofherownwill.
EvensoBrandirfoundher,forhecametoNenGirithatlast,limpingwearily;andwhenheheardthatthedragonhadcrossedtheriverandhadbeatendownhisfoes,hisheartyearnedtowardsNinielinpity.
