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Now
Beren
lay
in
a
swoon
within
the
perilous
Gate
,
and
death
drew
nigh
him
for
there
was
venom
on
the
fangs
of
the
wolf
.
Luthien
with
her
lips
drew
out
the
venom
,
and
she
put
forth
her
failing
power
to
staunch
the
hideous
wound
.
But
behind
her
in
the
depths
of
Angband
the
rumour
grew
of
great
wrath
aroused
.
The
host
of
Morgoth
were
awakened
.
Thus
the
quest
of
the
Silmaril
was
like
to
have
ended
in
ruin
and
despair
;
but
in
that
hour
above
the
wall
of
the
valley
three
mighty
birds
appeared
,
flying
northward
with
wings
swifter
than
the
wind
.
Among
all
birds
and
beasts
the
wandering
and
need
of
Beren
had
been
noised
,
and
Huan
himself
had
bidden
all
things
watch
,
that
they
might
bring
him
aid
.
High
above
the
realm
of
Morgoth
Thorondor
and
his
vassals
soared
,
and
seeing
now
the
madness
of
the
Wolf
and
Beren
’
s
fall
they
came
swiftly
down
,
even
as
the
powers
of
Angband
were
released
from
the
toils
of
sleep
.
Then
they
lifted
up
Luthien
and
Beren
from
the
earth
,
and
bore
them
aloft
into
the
clouds
.
Below
them
suddenly
thunder
rolled
,
lightnings
leaped
upward
,
and
the
mountains
quaked
.
Fire
and
smoke
belched
forth
from
Thangorodrim
,
and
flaming
bolts
were
hurled
far
abroad
,
falling
ruinous
upon
the
lands
;
and
the
Noldor
in
Hithlum
trembled
.
But
Thorondor
took
his
way
far
above
the
earth
,
seeking
the
high
roads
of
heaven
,
where
the
sun
daylong
shines
unveiled
and
the
moon
walks
amid
the
cloudless
stars
.
Thus
they
passed
swiftly
over
Dor
-
nu
-
Fauglith
,
and
over
Taur
-
nu
-
Fuin
,
and
came
above
the
hidden
valley
of
Tumladen
.
No
cloud
nor
mist
lay
there
,
and
looking
down
Luthien
saw
far
below
,
as
a
white
light
starting
from
a
green
jewel
,
the
radiance
of
Gondolin
the
fair
where
Turgon
dwelt
.
But
she
wept
,
for
she
thought
that
Beren
would
surely
die
,
he
spoke
no
word
,
nor
opened
his
eyes
,
and
knew
thereafter
nothing
of
his
flight
.
And
at
the
last
the
eagles
set
them
down
upon
the
borders
of
Doriath
;
and
they
were
come
to
that
same
dell
whence
Beren
had
stolen
in
despair
and
left
Luthien
asleep
.
There
the
eagles
laid
her
at
Beren
’
s
side
and
returned
to
the
peaks
of
Crissaegrim
and
their
high
eyries
;
but
Huan
came
to
her
,
and
together
they
tended
Beren
,
even
as
before
when
she
healed
him
of
the
wound
that
Curufin
gave
to
him
.
But
this
wound
was
fell
and
poisonous
.
Long
Beren
lay
,
and
his
spirit
wandered
upon
the
dark
borders
of
death
,
knowing
every
an
anguish
that
pursued
him
from
dream
to
dream
.
Then
suddenly
,
when
her
hope
was
almost
spent
,
he
woke
again
,
and
looked
up
,
seeing
leaves
against
the
sky
;
and
he
heard
beneath
the
leaves
singing
soft
and
slow
beside
him
Luthien
Tinuviel
.
And
it
was
spring
again
.
Thereafter
Beren
was
named
Erchamion
,
which
is
the
One
-
handed
;
and
suffering
was
graven
in
his
face
.
But
at
last
he
was
drawn
back
to
life
by
the
love
of
Luthien
,
and
he
arose
,
and
together
they
walked
in
the
woods
once
more
.
And
they
did
not
hasten
from
that
place
,
for
it
seemed
fair
to
them
.
Luthien
indeed
was
willing
to
wander
in
the
wild
without
returning
,
forgetting
house
and
people
and
all
the
glory
of
the
Elf
-
kingdoms
,
and
for
a
time
Beren
was
content
;
but
he
could
not
for
long
forget
his
oath
to
return
to
Menegroth
,
nor
would
he
withhold
Luthien
from
Thingol
for
ever
.
For
he
held
by
the
law
of
Men
,
deeming
it
perilous
to
set
at
naught
the
will
of
the
father
,
save
at
the
last
need
;
and
is
seemed
also
to
him
unfit
that
one
so
royal
and
fair
as
Luthien
should
live
always
in
the
woods
,
as
the
rude
hunters
among
Men
,
without
home
or
honour
or
the
fair
things
which
are
the
delight
of
the
queens
of
the
Eldalie
.
Therefore
after
a
while
he
persuaded
her
,
and
their
footsteps
forsook
the
houseless
lands
;
and
he
passed
into
Doriath
,
leading
Luthien
home
.
So
their
doom
willed
it
.
Upon
Doriath
evil
days
had
fallen
.
Grief
and
silence
had
come
upon
all
its
people
when
Luthien
was
lost
.
Long
they
had
sought
for
her
in
vain
.
And
it
is
told
that
in
that
time
Daeron
the
minstrel
of
Thingol
strayed
from
the
land
,
and
was
seen
no
more
.
He
it
was
that
made
music
for
the
dance
and
song
of
Luthien
,
before
Beren
came
to
Doriath
;
and
he
had
loved
her
,
and
set
all
his
thought
of
her
in
his
music
.
