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Beren
seeing
their
approach
was
dismayed
;
and
he
wondered
,
for
he
had
heard
the
voice
of
Tinuviel
,
and
he
thought
it
now
a
phantom
for
his
ensnaring
.
But
they
halted
and
cast
aside
their
disguise
,
and
Luthien
ran
towards
him
.
Thus
Beren
and
Luthien
met
again
between
the
desert
and
the
wood
.
For
a
while
he
was
silent
and
was
glad
;
but
after
a
space
he
strove
once
more
to
dissuade
Luthien
from
her
journey
.
’
Thrice
now
I
curse
my
oath
to
Thingol
,
’
he
said
,
’
and
I
would
that
he
had
slain
me
in
Menegroth
,
rather
than
I
should
bring
you
under
the
shadow
of
Morgoth
.
’
Then
for
the
second
time
Huan
spoke
with
words
;
and
he
counselled
Beren
,
saying
:
’
From
the
shadow
of
death
you
can
no
longer
save
Luthien
,
for
by
her
love
she
is
now
subject
to
it
.
You
can
turn
from
your
fate
and
lead
her
into
exile
,
seeking
peace
in
vain
while
your
life
lasts
.
But
if
you
will
not
deny
your
doom
,
then
either
Luthien
,
being
forsaken
,
must
assuredly
die
alone
,
or
she
must
with
you
challenge
the
fate
that
lies
before
you
-
hopeless
,
yet
not
certain
.
Further
counsel
I
cannot
give
,
nor
may
I
go
further
on
your
road
.
But
my
heart
forebodes
that
what
you
find
at
the
Gate
I
shall
myself
see
.
All
else
is
dark
to
me
;
yet
it
may
be
that
our
three
paths
lead
back
to
Doriath
,
and
we
may
meet
before
the
end
.
’
Then
Beren
perceived
that
Luthien
could
not
be
divided
from
the
doom
that
lay
upon
them
both
,
and
he
sought
no
longer
to
dissuade
her
.
By
the
counsel
of
Huan
and
the
arts
of
Luthien
he
was
arrayed
now
in
the
hame
of
Draugluin
,
and
she
in
the
winged
fell
of
ThurIngwethil
.
Beren
became
in
all
things
like
a
werewolf
to
look
upon
,
save
that
in
his
eyes
there
shone
a
spirit
grim
indeed
but
clean
;
and
horror
was
in
his
glance
as
he
saw
upon
his
flank
a
batlike
creature
clinging
with
creased
wings
.
Then
howling
under
the
moon
he
leaped
down
the
hill
,
and
the
bat
wheeled
and
flittered
above
him
.
They
passed
through
all
perils
,
until
they
came
with
the
dust
of
their
long
and
weary
road
upon
them
to
the
drear
dale
that
lay
before
the
Gate
of
Angband
.
Black
chasms
opened
beside
the
road
,
whence
forms
as
of
writhing
serpents
issued
.
On
either
hand
the
cliffs
stood
as
embattled
walls
,
and
upon
them
sat
carrion
fowl
crying
with
fell
voices
.
Before
them
was
the
impregnable
Gate
,
an
arch
wide
and
dark
at
the
foot
of
the
mountain
;
above
it
reared
a
thousand
feet
of
precipice
.
There
dismay
took
them
,
for
at
the
gate
was
a
guard
of
whom
no
tidings
had
yet
gone
forth
.
Rumour
of
he
knew
not
what
designs
abroad
among
the
princes
of
the
Elves
had
come
to
Morgoth
,
and
ever
down
the
aisles
of
the
forest
was
heard
the
baying
of
Huan
,
the
great
hound
of
war
,
whom
long
ago
the
Valar
unleashed
.
Then
Morgoth
recalled
the
doom
of
Huan
,
and
he
chose
one
from
among
the
whelps
of
the
race
of
Draugluin
;
and
he
fed
him
with
his
own
hand
upon
living
flesh
,
and
put
his
power
upon
him
.
Swiftly
the
wolf
grew
,
until
he
could
creep
into
no
den
,
but
lay
huge
and
hungry
before
the
feet
of
Morgoth
.
There
the
fire
and
anguish
of
hell
entered
into
him
,
and
he
became
filled
with
a
devouring
spirit
,
tormented
,
terrible
,
and
strong
.
Carcharoth
,
the
Red
Maw
,
he
is
named
in
the
tales
of
those
days
,
and
Anfauglir
,
the
Jaws
of
Thirst
.
And
Morgoth
set
him
to
lie
unsleeping
before
the
doors
of
Angband
,
lest
Huan
come
.
Now
Carcharoth
espied
them
from
afar
,
and
he
was
filled
with
doubt
;
for
news
had
long
been
brought
to
Angband
that
Draugluin
was
dead
.
Therefore
when
they
approached
he
denied
them
entry
,
and
bade
them
stand
;
and
he
drew
near
with
menace
,
scenting
something
strange
in
the
air
about
them
.
But
suddenly
some
power
,
descended
from
of
old
from
divine
race
,
possessed
Luthien
,
and
casting
back
her
foul
raiment
she
stood
forth
,
small
before
the
might
of
Carcharoth
,
but
radiant
and
terrible
.
Lifting
up
her
hand
she
commanded
him
to
sleep
,
saying
:
’
O
woe
-
begotten
spirit
,
fall
now
into
dark
oblivion
,
and
forget
for
a
while
the
dreadful
doom
of
life
.
’
And
Carcharoth
was
felled
,
as
though
lightning
had
smitten
him
.
Then
Beren
and
Luthien
went
through
the
Gate
,
and
down
the
labyrinthine
stairs
;
and
together
wrought
the
greatest
deed
that
has
been
dared
by
Elves
or
Men
.
For
they
came
to
the
seat
of
Morgoth
in
his
nethermost
hall
that
was
upheld
by
horror
,
lit
by
fire
,
and
filled
with
weapons
of
death
and
torment
.
There
Beren
slunk
in
wolf
’
s
form
beneath
his
throne
;
but
Luthien
was
stripped
of
her
disguise
by
the
will
of
Morgoth
,
and
he
bent
his
gaze
upon
her
.
She
was
not
daunted
by
his
eyes
;
and
she
named
her
own
name
,
and
offered
her
service
to
sing
before
him
,
after
the
manner
of
a
minstrel
.
Then
Morgoth
looking
upon
her
beauty
conceived
in
his
thought
an
evil
lust
,
and
a
design
more
dark
than
any
that
had
yet
come
into
his
heart
since
he
fled
from
Valinor
.
Thus
he
was
beguiled
by
his
own
malice
,
for
he
watched
her
,
leaving
her
free
for
awhile
,
and
taking
secret
pleasure
in
his
thought
.
