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.k Shere the fire and anguish of hell entered into him, and he became filled with a devouring spirit, tormented, terrible, and strong.
Carcharoth, the Red Mar, he is named in the
tales of those days, and
Anfauglir, the Jaws of Thirst. . . . . when they [Beren and Luthien] approached he [Carcharoth] denied them entry, and bade them stand; and he drew near with menace, scenting somehting strange in th air about them. But suddenly some power, descended fro of old from dvince race, possessed Luthien, and casting back herfoul raiment she stood orth, small before the might of Carcharoth, but radiant and terrible. Lifting up her hand she commanded him to sleep, saing: 'O woe-begotten spirit, fall now into the dark oblivion, and forget for a while the dreadful doom of life.' And Carcharoth was felled, as though lightning had smitten him. . . . For they came to the seatof Moroth in his nethermot 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 Luthien was stripped of her discguise by the will of Morgoth, and he bent his gaze upon her.
SHe was not daunted by his eyes; and named her own name, and ffered her service to sing before him, after the maner of a minstrel. THen Morgoth looking pon her beauty conceived in his thought an
evil lust, and a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor. Thus he ws hbeguiled byu his own malice, for he watchd her, leaving her free or a while, and taking secret pleasure in his thougt. THen sddenly she eluded his sight, nd out of
the shadows began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and of such blinding power, that he listend perforce. . . . Then Luthien 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 doors of hell.