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Contents
A Passage from the ‘Sketch of the Mythology’
A Passage Extracted from The Lay of Leithian
A Passage Extracted from the Quenta
A Second Extract from The Lay of Leithian
A Further Extract from the Quenta
The Narrative in The Lay of Leithian to Its Termination
The Return of Beren and Lúthien According to the Quenta Noldorinwa
Extract from the Lost Tale of the Nauglafring
Appendix: Revisions to The Lay of Leithian
‘yet now did he see Tinúviel dancing in the twilight’
‘but Tevildo caught sight of her where she was perched’
‘no leaves they had, but ravens dark / sat thick as leaves on bough and bark’
‘Now ringed about with wolves they stand, / and fear their doom.’
‘Then the brothers rode off, but shot back at Huan treacherously’
‘On the bridge of woe / in mantle wrapped at dead of night / she sat and sang’
‘now down there swooped / Thorondor the King of Eagles, stooped’
‘fluttering before his eyes, she wound / a mazy-wingéd dance’
“Surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?”