Beren, in the form of a werewolf (Draugluin) at the gates of Angband,
meets Carcharoth, the Red Maw...
Before those gates alone they stood,
while Carcharoth in doubtful mood,
glowered upon them, and snarling spoke,
and echoes in the arches woke:
"Hail! Draugluin, my kindred's lord!
'Tis very long since hitherward
thou camest. Yea, tis passing strange
to see thee now: a grievous change
is on thee, lord, who once so dire,
so dauntless, and as fleet as fire,
ran over wild and waste, but now
with weariness must bend and bow!
'Tis hard to find the struggling breath
when Huan's teeth as sharp as death
have rent the throat? What fortune rare
brings thee back living here to fare--
if Draugluin thou are? Come near!
I would know more, and see thee clear".
The Geste of Beren and Luthien
by J.R.R. Tolkien (lines 3750 - 3767)
Posted by Arborfield at 8:17 pm