The Lays of Beleriand

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madly,
    like a deer driven by dogs baying
    from his hiding in the hills and hollow places; and Flinding followed fearful after him
    neath the yawning gate, þ through yew-thickets, through bogs and bents and bushes shrunken,
    till they reached the rocks and the riven moorlands and friendless fells falling darkly
    to the dusty dunes of Dor-na-Fauglith.
    In a cup outcarven on the cold hillside,
    whose broken brink was bleakly fringed
    with bended bushes bowed in anguish
    from the North-wind's knife, beneath them far the feasting camp of their foes was laid;
    the fiery flare of fuming torches,
    and black bodies in the blaze they saw
    crossing countlessly, and cries they heard
    and the hollow howling of hungry wolves.
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    Then a moon mounted o'er the mists riding,
    and the keen radiance of the cold moonshine
    the shadows sharpened in the sheer hollows,
    and slashed the slopes with slanting blackness; in wreaths uprising the reek of fires
    was touched to tremulous trails of silver.
    Then the fires faded, and their foemen slumbered in a sleep of surfeit. No sentinel watched,
    nor guards them girdled -- what good were it
    to watch wakeful in those withered regions
    neath Eiglir Engrin, whence the eyes of Bauglir gazed unclosing from the gates of Hell?
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    Did not werewolves' eyes unwinking gleam
    in the wan moonlight -- the wolves that sleep not, that sit in circles with slavering tongues
    round camp or clearing of the cruel Glamhoth?
    Then was Beleg a-shudder, and the unblinking eyes nigh chilled his marrow and chained his flesh in fear unfathomed, as' flat to earth
    by a boulder he lay. Lo! black cloud-drifts
    surged up like smoke from the sable North,
    and the sheen was shrouded of the shivering moon; the wind came wailing from the woeful mountains, and the heath unhappy hissed and whispered;
    and the moans came faint of men in torment
    in the camp accursed. His quiver rattled
    as he found his feet and felt his bow,
    hard horn-pointed, by hands of cunning
    of black yew wrought; with bears' sinews
    it was stoutly strung; strength to bend it
    had nor Man nor Elf save the magic helped him that Beleg the bowman now bore alone.
    No arrows of the Orcs so unerring winged
    as his shaven shafts that could shoot to a mark that was seen but in glance ere gloom seized it.
    Then Dailir he drew, his dart beloved;
    howso far fared it, or fell unnoted,
    unsought he found it with sound feathers
    and barbs unbroken (till it broke at last);
    and fleet bade he fly that feather-pinioned
    snaketongued shaft, as he snicked the string
    in the notch nimbly, and with naked arm
    to his ear drew it. The air whistled,
    and the tingling string twanged behind it,
    soundless a sentinel sank before it --
    there was one of the wolves that awaked no more.

    Now arrows after he aimed swiftly
    that missed not their mark and meted silent
    death in the darkness dreadly stinging,
    till three of the wolves with throats pierced, and four had fallen with fleet-winged
    arrows a-quivering in their quenched eyes.
    Then great was the gap in the guard opened,
    and Beleg his bow unbent, and said:
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    Wilt come to the camp, comrade Flinding,
    or await me watchful? If woe betide
    thou might win with word through the woods homeward to Thingol the king how throve my quest,
    how Turin the tall was trapped by fate,
    how Beleg the bowman to his bane hasted.'
    -: Then Flinding fiercely, though fear shook him:
    -'- 'I have followed thee far, 0 forest-walker, nor will leave thee now our league denying! '
    ' Then both bow and sword Beleg left there
    : with his belt unbound in the bushes tangled of a dark thicket in a dell nigh them,
    -' and Flinding there laid his flickering lamp
    = and his nailed shoes, and his knife only
    . he kept, that uncumbered he might creep silent.
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    Thus those brave in dread down the bare hillside wards the camp clambered creeping wary,
    ', and dared that deed in days

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