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that even
the will of Morgoth could not support。 Then Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 F？anor； 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 Lúthien； 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。
Lúthien 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 bee 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。
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。 Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 e to that same dell whence
Beren had stolen in despair and left Lúthien 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 Lúthien Tinúviel。 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 Lúthien； 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。 Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 Eldali？。 Therefore after
a while he persuaded her； and their footsteps forsook the houseless lands； and he passed into Doriath； leading Lúthien
home。 So their doom willed it。
Upon Doriath evil days had fallen。 Grief and silence had e upon all its people when Lúthien 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 Lúthien； before Beren came to Doriath； and he
had loved her； and set all his thought of her in his music。 He became the greatest of all the minstrels of the Elves east of
the Sea； named even before Maglor son of F？anor。 But seeking for Lúthien in despair he wandered upon strange paths；
and passing over the mountains he came into the East of Middle…earth； where for many ages he made lament beside dark
waters for Lúthien； daughter of Thingol； most beautiful of all living things。
In that time Thingol turned to Melian； but now she withheld her counsel from him； saying that the doom that he
had devised must work to its appointed end； and that he must wait now upon time。 But Thingol learned that Lúthien had
journeyed far from Doriath； for messages came secretly from Celegorm； as has been told； saying that Felagund was
dead； and Beren was dead； but Lúthien was in Nargothrond； and that Celegorm would wed her。 Then Thingol was
wrathful； and he sent forth spies； thinking to make war upon Nargothrond； and thus he learned that Lúthien was again
fled； and that Celegorm and Curufin were driven from Nargothrond。 Then his counsel was in doubt； for he had not the
strength to assail the seven sons of F？anor； but he sent messengers to Himring to summon their aid in seeking for
Lúthien； since Celegorm had not sent her to the house of her father； nor had he kept her safely。
But in the north of his realm his messengers met with a peril sudden and unlooked for： the onslaught of
Carcharoth； the Wolf of Angband。 In his madness he had run ravening from the north； and passing at length over
Taur…nu…Fuin upon its eastern side he came down from the sources of Esgalduin like a destroying fire。 Nothing hindered
him； and the might of Melian upon the borders of the land stayed him not； for fate drove him； and the power of the
Silmaril that he bore to his torment。 Thus he burst into the inviolate woods of Doriath； and all fled away in fear。 Alone of
the messengers Mablung； chief captain of the King； escaped； and he brought the dread tidings to Thingol。
Even in that dark hour Beren and Lúthien returned； hastening from the west； and the news of their ing went
before them like a sound of music borne by the wind into dark houses where men sit sorrowful。 They came at last to the
gates of Menegroth； and a great host followed them。 Then Beren led Lúthien before the throne of Thingol her father； and
he looked in wonder upon Beren； whom he had thought dead； but he loved him not； because of the woes that he had
brought upon Doriath。 But Beren knelt before him； and said： 'I return according to my word。 I am e now to claim my
own。'
And Thingol answered： 'What of your quest； and of your vow？'
But Beren said： 'It is fulfilled。 Even now a Silmaril is in my hand。'
Then Thingol said： 'Show it to me！'
And Beren put forth his left hand； slowly opening its fingers； but it was empty。 Then he held up his right arm； and
from that hour he named himself Camlost； the Empty…handed。
Then Thingol's mood was softened； and Beren sat before his throne upon the left； and Lúthien upon the right； and
they told all the tale of the Quest； while all there listened and were filled with amazement。 And it seemed to Thingol that
this Man was unlike all other mortal Men； and among the great in Arda； and the love of Lúthien a thing new and strange；
and he perceived that their doom might not be withstood by any power of the world。 Therefore at the last he yielded his
will； and Beren took the hand of Lúthien before the throne of her father。
But now a shadow fell upon the joy of Doriath at the return of Lúthien the fair； for learning of the cause of the
madness of Carcharoth the people grew the more afraid； perceiving that his danger was fraught with dreadful power
because of the holy jewel； and hardly might be overthrown。 And Beren； hearing of the onslaught of the Wolf； understood
that the Quest was not yet fulfilled。
Therefore； since daily Carcharoth drew nearer to Menegroth； they prepared the Hunting of the Wolf； of all
pursuits of beasts whereof tales tell the most perilous。 To that chase went Huan the Hound of Valinor； and Mablung of
the Heavy Hand； and Beleg Strongbow； and Beren Erchamion； and Thingol King of Doriath。 They rode forth in the
morning and passed over the River Esgalduin； but Lúthien remained behind at the gates of Menegroth。 A dark shadow
fell upon her and it seemed to her that the sun had sickened and turned black。
The hunters turned east and north； and following the course of the river they came at last upon Carcharoth the
Wolf in a dark valley； down the northern side whereof Esgalduin fell in a torrent over steep falls。 At the foot of the falls
Carcharoth drank to ease his consuming thirst； and he howled； and thus they were aware of him； But he； espying their
approach； rushed not suddenly to attack them。 It may be that the devil's cunning of his heart awoke； being for a moment
eased of his pain by the sweet waters of Esgalduin； and even as they rode towards him he slunk aside into a deep brake；
and there lay hid。 But they set a guard about all that place； and waited； and the shadows grew long in the forest。
Beren stood beside Thingol； and suddenly they were aware that Huan had left their side。 Then a great baying
awoke in the thicket； for Huan being impatient and desiring to look upon this wolf had gone in alone to dislodge
him。 But Carcharoth avoided him； and bursting form the thorns leaped suddenly upon Thingol。 Swiftly Beren strode
before him with a spear； but Carcharoth swept it aside and felled him； biting at his breast。 In that moment Huan leaped
from the thicket upon the back of the Wolf； and they fell together fighting bitterly； and no battle of wolf and hound has
been like to it； for in the baying of Huan was heard the voice of the horns of Orom？ and the wrath of the Valar； but in the
howls of Carcharoth was the hate of Morgoth and malice crueller than teeth of steel； and the rocks were rent by their
clamour and fell from on high and choked the falls of Esgalduin。 There they fought to the death； but Thingol gave no
heed； for he knelt by Beren； seeing that he was sorely hurt。
Huan in that hour slew Carcharoth； but there in the wove