Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Knife in the Dark
YetatthelastBerenwasslainbytheWolfthatcamefromthegatesofAngband,andhediedinthearmsofTinúviel.Butshechosemortality,andtodiefromtheworld,sothatshemightfollowhim;anditissungthattheymetagainbeyondtheSunderingSeas,andafterabrieftimewalkingaliveoncemoreinthegreenwoods,togethertheypassed,longago,beyondtheconfinesofthisworld.SoitisthatLúthienTinúvielaloneoftheElf-kindredhasdiedindeedandlefttheworld,andtheyhavelostherwhomtheymostloved.ButfromherthelineageoftheElf-lordsofolddescendedamongMen.TherelivestillthoseofwhomLúthienwastheforemother,anditissaidthatherlineshallneverfail.ElrondofRivendellisofthatKin.ForofBerenandLúthienwasbornDiorThingol’sheir;andofhimElwingtheWhitewhomEärendilwedded,hethatsailedhisshipoutofthemistsoftheworldintotheseasofheavenwiththeSilmariluponhisbrow.AndofEärendilcametheKingsofNúmenor,thatisWesternesse.’
AsStriderwasspeakingtheywatchedhisstrangeeagerface,dimlylitintheredglowofthewood-fire.Hiseyesshone,andhisvoicewasrichanddeep.Abovehimwasablackstarrysky.SuddenlyapalelightappearedoverthecrownofWeathertopbehindhim.Thewaxingmoonwasclimbingslowlyabovethehillthatovershadowedthem,andthestarsabovethehill-topfaded.
Thestoryended.Thehobbitsmovedandstretched.‘Look!’saidMerry.‘TheMoonisrising:itmustbegettinglate.’
Theotherslookedup.
