Сильмариллион
Of the Ruin of Doriath
Greyshewasandold,butsuddenlyhereyeslookedintohis,andheknewher;forthoughtheywerewildandfulloffear,thatlightstillgleamedinthemthatlongagohadearnedforherthenameEledhwen,proudestandmostbeautifulofmortalwomeninthedaysofold.
’Youcomeatlast,’shesaid.’Ihavewaitedtoolong.’
’Itwasadarkroad.IhavecomeasIcould,’heanswered.
’Butyouaretoolate,’saidMorwen.’Theyarelost.’
’Iknowit,’hesaid.’Butyouarenot.’
ButMorwensaid:’Almost.IamspentIshallgowiththesun.Nowlittletimeisleft:ifyouknow,tellme!Howdidshefindhim?’
ButHurindidnotanswer,andtheysatbesidethestone,anddidnotspeakagain;andwhenthesunwentdownMorwensighedandclaspedhishand,andwasstill;andHurinknewthatshehaddied.Helookeddownatherinthetwilightanditseemedtohimthatthelinesofgriefandcruelhardshipweresmoothedaway.’Shewasnotconquered,’hesaid;andheclosedhereyes,andsatunmovingbesideherasthenightdrewdown.ThewatersofCabedNaeramarthroaredon,butheheardnosound,andhesawnothing,andfeltnothing,forhisheartwasstonewithinhim.Buttherecameachillwindthatdrovesharprainintohisface;andhewasroused,andangerroseinhimlikesmoke,masteringreason,sothatallhisdesirewastoseekvengeanceforhiswrongsandforthewrongsofhiskin,accusinginhisanguishallthosewhoeverhaddealingswiththem.
