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now alone and upon the threshold of the final peril he made the Song of Parting； in praise of Lúthien and the lights of
heaven； for he believed that he must now say farewell to both love and light。 Of that song these words were part：
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky；
for ever blest； since here did lie
and here with lissom limbs did run
beneath the Moon； beneath the Sun；
Lúthien Tinúviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell。
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss；
yet were its making good； for this…
the dusk； the dawn； the earth； the sea…
that Lúthien for a time should be。
And he sang aloud； caring not what ear should overhear him； for he was desperate and looked for no escape。
But Lúthien heard his song； and she sang in answer； as she came through the woods unlooked for。 For Huan；
consenting once more to be her steed； had borne her swiftly hard upon Beren's trail。 Long he had pondered in his heart
what counsel he could devise for the lightning of the peril of these two whom he loved。 He turned aside therefore at
Sauron's isle； as they ran northward again； and he took thence the ghastly wolf…hame of Draugluin； and the bat…fell of？
ThurIngw？thil。 She was the messenger of Sauron； and was wont to fly in vampire's form to Angband； and her
greatfingered wings were barbed at each joint's end with and iron claw。 Clad in these dreadful garments Huan and
Lúthien ran through Taur…nu…Fuin； and all things fled before them。
Beren seeing their approach was dismayed； and he wondered； for he had heard the voice of Tinúviel； and he
thought it now a phantom for his ensnaring。 But they halted and cast aside their disguise； and Lúthien ran towards him。
Thus Beren and Lúthien met again between the desert and the wood。 For a while he was silent and was glad； but after a
space he strove once more to dissuade Lúthien from her journey。
'Thrice now I curse my oath to Thingol；' he said； 'and I would that he had slain me in Menegroth； rather than I
should bring you under the shadow of Morgoth。'
Then for the second time Huan spoke with words； and he counselled Beren； saying： 'From the shadow of death
you can no longer save Lúthien； for by her love she is now subject to it。 You can turn from your fate and lead her into
exile； seeking peace in vain while your life lasts。 But if you will not deny your doom； then either Lúthien； being
forsaken； must assuredly die alone； or she must with you challenge the fate that lies before youhopeless； yet not
certain。 Further counsel I cannot give； nor may I go further on your road。 But my heart forebodes that what you find at
the Gate I shall myself see。 All else is dark to me； yet it may be that our three paths lead back to Doriath； and we may
meet before the end。'
Then Beren perceived that Lúthien could not be divided from the doom that lay upon them both； and he sought
no longer to dissuade her。 By the counsel of Huan and the arts of Lúthien he was arrayed now in the hame of Draugluin；
and she in the winged fell of ThurIngw？thil。 Beren became in all things like a werewolf to look upon； save that in his
eyes there shone a spirit grim indeed but clean； and horror was in his glance as he saw upon his flank a bat…like creature
clinging with creased wings。 Then howling under the moon he leaped down the hill； and the bat wheeled and flittered
above him。
They passed through all perils； until they came with the dust of their long and weary road upon them to the drear
dale that lay before the Gate of Angband。 Black chasms opened beside the road； whence forms as of writhing serpents
issued。 On either hand the cliffs stood as embattled walls； and upon them sat carrion fowl crying with fell voices。 Before
them was the impregnable Gate； an arch wide and dark at the foot of the mountain； above it reared a thousand feet of
precipice。
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 g