Сильмариллион
Of the Darkening of Valinor
TherecametheVanyar,andtherecametheNoldorofTirion,andtheMaiarweregatheredtogether,andtheValarwerearrayedintheirbeautyandmajesty;andtheysangbeforeManweandVardaintheirloftyhalls,ordanceduponthegreenslopesoftheMountainthatlookedwesttowardstheTrees.InthatdaythestreetsofValmarwereempty,andthestairsofTirionweresilent;andallthelandlaysleepinginpeace.OnlytheTeleribeyondthemountainsstillsangupontheshoresofthesea;fortheyreckedlittleofseasonsortimes,andgavenothoughttothecaresoftheRulersofArda,ortheshadowthathadfallenonValinor,forithadnottouchedthem,asyet.
OnethingonlymarredthedesignofManwe.Feanorcameindeed,forhimaloneManwehadcommandedtocome;butFinwecamenot,noranyothersoftheNoldorofFormenos.ForsaidFinwe:’WhilethebanlastsuponFeanormyson,thathemaynotgotoTirion,Iholdmyselfunkinged,andIwillnotmeetmypeople.’AndFeanorcamenotinraimentoffestival,andheworenoornament,neithersilvernorgoldnoranygem;andhedeniedthesightoftheSilmarilstotheValarandtheEldar,andleftthemlockedinFormenosintheirchamberofiron.NeverthelesshemetFingolfinbeforethethroneofManwe,andwasreconciled,inword;andFingolfinsetatnaughttheunsheathingofthesword.ForFingolfinheldforthhishand,saying:’AsIpromised,Idonow.Ireleasethee,andremembernogrievance.’
ThenFeanortookhishandinsilence;butFingolfinsaid:’Half-brotherinblood,fullbrotherinheartwillIbe.
ThoushaltleadandIwillfollow.Maynonewgriefdivideas.’
’Ihearthee,’saidFeanor.’Sobeit.’Buttheydidnotknowthemeaningthattheirwordswouldbear.
