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Then
suddenly
she
eluded
his
sight
,
and
out
of
the
shadows
began
a
song
of
such
surpassing
loveliness
,
and
of
such
blinding
power
,
that
he
listened
perforce
;
and
a
blindness
came
upon
him
,
as
his
eyes
roamed
to
and
fro
,
seeking
her
.
All
his
court
were
cast
down
in
slumber
,
and
all
the
fires
faded
and
were
quenched
;
but
the
Silmarils
in
the
crown
on
Morgoth
’
s
head
blazed
forth
suddenly
with
a
radiance
of
white
flame
;
and
the
burden
of
that
crown
and
of
the
jewels
bowed
down
his
head
,
as
though
the
world
were
set
upon
it
,
laden
with
a
weight
of
care
,
of
fear
,
and
of
desire
,
that
even
the
will
of
Morgoth
could
not
support
.
Then
Luthien
catching
up
her
winged
robe
sprang
into
the
air
,
and
her
voice
came
dropping
down
like
rain
into
pools
,
profound
and
dark
.
She
cast
her
cloak
before
his
eyes
,
and
set
upon
him
a
dream
,
dark
as
the
outer
Void
where
once
he
walked
alone
.
Suddenly
he
fell
,
as
a
hill
sliding
in
avalanche
,
and
hurled
like
thunder
from
his
throne
lay
prone
upon
the
floors
of
hell
.
The
iron
crown
rolled
echoing
from
his
head
.
All
things
were
still
.
As
a
dead
beast
Beren
lay
upon
the
ground
;
but
Luthien
touching
him
with
her
hand
aroused
him
,
and
he
cast
aside
the
wolf
-
hame
.
Then
he
drew
forth
the
knife
Angrist
;
and
from
the
iron
claws
that
held
it
he
cut
a
Silmaril
.
As
he
closed
it
in
his
hand
,
the
radiance
welled
through
his
living
flesh
,
and
his
hand
became
as
a
shining
lamp
;
but
the
jewel
suffered
his
touch
and
hurt
him
not
.
It
came
then
into
Beren
’
s
mind
that
he
would
go
beyond
his
vow
,
and
bear
out
of
Angband
all
three
of
the
Jewels
of
Feanor
;
but
such
was
not
the
doom
of
the
Silmarils
.
The
knife
Angrist
snapped
,
and
a
shard
of
the
blade
flying
smote
the
cheek
of
Morgoth
.
He
groaned
and
stirred
,
and
all
the
host
of
Angband
moved
in
sleep
.
Then
terror
fell
upon
Beren
and
Luthien
,
and
they
fled
,
heedless
and
without
disguise
,
desiring
only
to
see
the
light
once
more
.
They
were
neither
hindered
nor
pursued
,
but
the
Gate
was
held
against
their
going
out
;
for
Carcharoth
had
arisen
from
sleep
,
and
stood
now
in
wrath
upon
the
threshold
of
Angband
.
Before
they
were
aware
of
him
,
he
saw
them
,
and
sprang
upon
them
as
they
ran
.
Luthien
was
spent
,
and
she
had
not
time
nor
strength
to
quell
the
wolf
.
But
Beren
strode
forth
before
her
,
and
in
his
right
hand
he
held
aloft
the
Silmaril
.
Carcharoth
halted
,
and
for
a
moment
was
afraid
.
’
Get
you
gone
,
and
fly
!
’
cried
Beren
;
’
for
here
is
afire
that
shall
consume
you
,
and
all
evil
things
.
’
And
he
thrust
the
Silmaril
before
the
eyes
of
the
wolf
.
But
Carcharoth
looked
upon
that
holy
jewel
and
was
not
daunted
,
and
the
devouring
spirit
within
him
awoke
to
sudden
fire
;
and
gaping
he
took
suddenly
the
hand
within
his
jaws
,
and
he
bit
it
off
at
the
wrist
.
Then
swiftly
all
his
inwards
were
filled
with
a
flame
of
anguish
,
and
the
Silmaril
seared
his
accursed
flesh
.
Howling
he
led
before
them
,
and
the
walls
of
the
valley
of
the
Gate
echoes
with
the
clamour
of
his
torment
.
So
terrible
did
he
become
in
his
madness
that
all
the
creatures
of
Morgoth
that
abode
in
that
valley
,
or
were
upon
any
of
the
roads
that
led
thither
,
fled
far
away
’
for
he
slew
all
living
things
that
stood
in
his
path
,
and
burst
from
the
North
with
ruin
upon
the
world
.
Of
all
the
terrors
that
came
ever
into
Beleriand
ere
Angband
’
s
fall
the
madness
of
Carcharoth
was
the
most
dreadful
;
for
the
power
of
the
Silmaril
was
hidden
within
him
.
