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 e 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 e。
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 Lúthien； and casting back her foul raiment she stood forth； small before the might of Carcharoth；
but radiant and terrible。 Lifting up her hand she manded 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 Lúthien 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 Lúthien 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 e 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。 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 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