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And grasped at moonbeams glistening。
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She tightly fled on dancing feet；
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening。
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden…leaves；
Or music welling underground；
In hidden hollows quavering。
Now withered lay the hemlock…sheaves；
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering。
He sought her ever； wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn；
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering。
Her mantle glinted in the moon；
As on a hill…top high and far
She danced； and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering。
When winter passed； she came again；
And her song released the sudden spring；
Like rising lark； and falling rain；
And melting water bubbling。
He saw the elven…flowers spring
About her feet； and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling。
Again she fled； but swift he came。
Tinúviel！ Tinúviel！
He called her by her elvish name；
And there she halted listening。
One moment stood she； and a spell
His voice laid on her： Beren came；
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening。
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair；
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering。
Tinúviel the elven…fair；
Immortal maiden elven…wise；
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering。
Long was the way that fate them bore；
O'er stony mountains cold and grey；
Through halls of iron and darkling door；
And woods of nightshade morrowless。
The Sundering Seas between them lay；
And yet at last they met once more；
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless。
Strider sighed and paused before he spoke again。 'That is a song；' hesaid； 'in the mode that is called _ann…thennath_ among the Elves； but is hardto render in our mon Speech； and this is but a rough echo of it。 It tellsof the meeting of Beren son of Barahir and Lúthien Tinúviel。 Beren was amortal man； but Lúthien was the daughter of Thingol； a King of Elves uponMiddle…earth when the world was young； and she was the fairest maiden that hasever been among all the children of this world。 As the stars above the mistsof the Northern lands was her loveliness； and in her face was a shining light。
In those days the Great Enemy； of whom Sauron of Mordor was but a servant；
dwelt in Angband in the North； and the Elves of the West ing back toMiddle…earth made war upon him to regain the Silmarils which he had stolen；
and the fathers of Men aided the Elves。 But the Enemy was victorious andBarahir was slain； and Beren escaping through great peril came over theMountains of Terror into the hidden Kingdom of Thingol in the forest ofNeldoreth。 There he beheld Lúthien singing and dancing in a glade beside theenchanted river Esgalduin； and he named her Tinúviel； that is Nightingale inthe language of old。 Many sorrows befell them afterwards； and they were partedlong。 Tinúviel rescued Beren from the dungeons of Sauron； and together theypassed through great dangers； and cast down even the Great Enemy from histhrone； and took from his iron crown one of the three Silmarils； brightest ofall jewels； to be the bride…price of Lúthien to Thingol her father。 Yet at thelast Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband； and hedied in the arms of Tinúviel。 But she chose mortality； and to die from theworld； so that she might follow him； and it is sung that they met again beyondthe Sundering Seas； and after a brief time walking alive once more in thegreen woods； together they passed； long ago； beyond the confines of thisworld。 So it is that Lúthien Tinúviel alone of the Elf…kindred has died indeed
and left the world； and they have lost her whom they most loved。 But from herthe lineage of the Elf…lords of old descended among Men。 There live still
those of whom Lúthien was the foremother； and it is said that her line shallnever fail。 Elrond of Rivendell is of that Kin。 For of Beren and Lúthien was
born Dior Thingol's heir； and of him Elwing the White whom E。rendil wedded； hethat sailed his ship out of the mists of the world into the seas of heavenwith the Silmaril upon his brow。 And of E。rendil came the Kings of Númenor；
that is Westernesse。'
As Strider was speaking they watched his strange eager face； dimly lit inthe red glow of the wood…fire。 His eyes shone； and his voice was rich anddeep。 Above him was a black starry sky。 Suddenly a pale light appeared overthe crown of Weathertop behind him。 The waxing moon was climbing slowly abovethe hill that overshadowed them； and the stars above the hill…top faded。
The story ended。 The hobbits moved and stretched。 'Look！' said Merry。
'The Moon is rising： it must be getting late。'
The others looked up。 Even as they did so； they saw on the top of thehill something small and dark against the glimmer of the moonrise。 It wasperhaps only a large stone or jutting rock shown up by the pale light。
Sam and Merry got up and walked away from the fire。 Frodo and Pippinremained seated in silence。 Strider was watching the moonlight on the hillintently。 All seemed quiet and still； but Frodo felt a cold dread creepingover his heart； now that Strider was no longer speaking。 He huddled closer tothe fire。 At that moment Sam came running back from the edge of the dell。
'I don't know what it is；' he said； 'but I suddenly felt afraid。 Idurstn't go outside this dell for any money； I felt that something wascreeping up the slope。'
'Did you _see_ anything？' asked Frodo； springing to his feet。
'No； sir。 I saw nothing； but I didn't stop to look。'
'I saw something；' said Merry； 'or I thought I did – away westwards wherethe moonlight was falling on the flats beyond the shadow of the hill…tops； I_thought_ there were two or three black shapes。 They seemed to be moving thisway。'
'Keep close to the fire； with your faces outward！' cried Strider。 'Getsome of the longer sticks ready in your hands！'
For a breathless time they sat there； silent and alert； with their backsturned to the wood…fire； each gazing into the shadows that encircled them。
Nothing happened。 There was no sound or movement in the night。 Frodo stirred；
feeling that he must break the silence： he longed to shout out aloud。
'Hush！' whispered Strider。 'What's that？' gasped Pippin at the samemoment。
Over the lip of the little dell； on the side away from the hill； theyfelt； rather than saw； a shadow rise； one shadow or more than one。 Theystrained their eyes； and the shadows seemed to grow。 Soon there could be nodoubt：
three or four tall black figures were standing there on the slope；
looking down on them。 So black were they that they seemed like black holes inthe deep shade behind them。 Frodo thought that he heard a faint hiss as ofvenomous breath and felt a thin piercing chill。 Then the shapes slowlyadvanced。
Terror overcame Pippin and Merry； and they threw themselves flat on theground。 Sam shrank to Frodo's side。 Frodo was hardly less terrified than hispanions； he was quaking as if he was bitter cold； but his terror wasswallowed up in a sudden temptation to put on the Ring。 The desire to do thislaid hold of him； and he could think of nothing else。 He did not forget theBarrow； nor the message of Gandalf； but something seemed to be pelling himto disregard all warnings； and he longed to yield。 Not with the hope ofescape； or of doing anything； either good or bad： he simply felt that he musttake the Ring and put it on his finger。 He could not speak。 He felt Samlooking at him； as if he knew that his master was in some great trouble； buthe could not turn towards him。 He shut his eyes and struggled for a while； butresistance became unbearable； and at last he slowly drew out the chain； andslipped the Ring on the forefinger of his left hand。
Immediately； though everything else remained as before； dim and dark； theshapes became terribly clear。 He was able to see beneath their blackwrappings。 There were five tall figures： two standing on the lip of the dell；
three advancing。 In their white faces burned keen and merciless eyes； undertheir mantles were long grey robes； upon their grey hairs were helms ofsilver； in their haggard hands were swords of steel。 Their eyes fell on himand pierced him； as they rushed towards him。 Desperate； he drew his own sword；
and it seemed to him that it flickered red； as if it was a firebrand。 Two ofthe figures halted。 The third was taller than the others： his hair was longand gleaming and on his helm was a crown。 In one hand he held a long sword；
and in the other a knife； both the knife and the hand that held it glowed witha pale light。 He sprang forward and bore down on Frodo。
At that moment Frodo threw himself forward on the ground； and he heardhimself crying aloud： O _Elbereth！ Gilthoniel！_ At the same time he struck atthe feet of his enemy。 A shrill cry rang out in the night； and he felt a painlike a dart of poisoned ice pierce his left shoulder。 Even as he swooned hecaught； as through a swirling mist； a glimpse of Strider leaping out