Сильмариллион
Of the Ruin of Doriath
Andafterwardsthywifeandthydaughterwereharbouredherewithhonourandgoodwill;andwesoughtbyallmeansthatwemighttodissuadeMorwenfromtheroadtoNargothrond.WiththevoiceofMorgoththoudostnowupbraidthyfriends.’
AndhearingthewordsofMelianHurinstoodmoveless,andhegazedlongintotheeyesoftheQueen;andthereinMenegroth,defendedstillbytheGirdleofMelianfromthedarknessoftheEnemy,hereadthetruthofallthatwasdone,andtastedatlastthefullnessofwoethatwasmeasuredforhimbyMorgothBauglir.Andhespokenomoreofwhatwaspast,butstoopinglifteduptheNauglamirfromwhereitlaybeforeThingol’schair,andhegaveittohim,saying:’Receivenow,lord,theNecklaceoftheDwarves,asagiftfromonewhohasnothing,andasamemorialofHurinofDor-lomin.Fornowmyfateisfulfilled,andthepurposeofMorgothachieved;butIamhisthrallnolonger.’
Thenheturnedaway,andpassedoutfromtheThousandCaves,andallthatsawhimfellbackbeforehisface;andnonesoughttowithstandhisgoing,nordidanyknowwhitherhewent.ButitissaidthatHurinwouldnotlivethereafter,beingbereftofallpurposeanddesire,andcasthimselfatlastintothewesternsea;andsoendedthemightiestofthewarriorsofmortalMen.
ButwhenHurinwasgonefromMenegroth,Thingolsatlonginsilence,gazinguponthegreattreasurethatlayuponhisknees;anditcameintohismindthatitshouldberemade,andinitshouldbesettheSilmaril.
