Сильмариллион
Of the Ruin of Doriath
ThereforetheydidnotlayhandsonHurin,butlethimwalkatwillinthoselands;inwhichtheywerewise,fortheremnantofhisownpeopleshunnedhim,becauseofhiscomingfromAngbandasoneinleagueandhonourwithMorgoth.
ThushisfreedomdidbutincreasethebitternessofHurin’sheart;andhedepartedfromthelandofHithlumandwentupintothemountains.Thencehedescriedfaroff.amidthecloudsthepeaksoftheCrissaegrim,andherememberedTurgon;andhedesiredtocomeagaintothehiddenrealmofGondolin.HewentdownthereforefromEredWethrin,andheknewnotthatthecreaturesofMorgothwatchedallhissteps;andcrossingovertheBrithiachhepassedintoDimbar,andcametothedarkfeetoftheEchoriath.Allthelandwascoldanddesolate,andhelookedabouthimwithlittlehope,standingatthefootofagreatfallofstonesbeneathasheerrock-wall;andheknewnotthatthiswasallthatwasnowlefttoseeoftheoldWayofEscape:theDryRiverwasblocked,andthearchedgatewasburied.ThenHurinlookeduptothegreysky,thinkingthathemightoncemoredescrytheeagles,ashehaddonelongagoinhisyouth;buthesawonlytheshadowsblownfromtheeast,andcloudsswirlingabouttheinaccessiblepeaks,andheheardonlythewindhissingoverthestones.
Butthewatchofthegreateagleswasnowredoubled,andtheymarkedHurinwell,farbelow,forlorninthefadinglight;andstraightwayThorondorhimself,sincethetidingsseemedgreat,broughtwordtoTurgon.ButTurgonsaid:’DoesMorgothsleep?Youweremistaken.’
