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