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when men most hardy upon ground<br />
were reckoned folk would speak his name,<br />
foretelling that his after-name<br />
would even golden Hador pass<br />
or Barahir and Bregolas;<br />
but sorrow now his heart had wrought<br />
to fierce despair, no more he fought<br />
in hope of life or joy or praise,<br />
but seeking so to use his days<br />
only that Morgoth deep should feel<br />
the sting of his avenging steel,<br />
ere death he found and end of pain:<br />
his only fear was thraldom’s chain.<br />
Danger he sought and death pursued,<br />
and thus escaped the doom he wooed,<br />
and deeds of breathless daring wrought<br />
alone, of which the rumour brought<br />
new hope to many a broken man.<br />
They whispered ‘Beren’, and began<br />
in secret swords to whet, and soft<br />
by shrouded hearths at evening oft<br />
songs they would sing of Beren’s bow,<br />
of Dagmor his sword: how he would go<br />
silent to camps and slay the chief,<br />
or trapped in his hiding past belief<br />
would slip away, and under night<br />
by mist or moon, or by the light<br />
of open day would come again.<br />
Of hunters hunted, slayers slain<br />
they sang, of Gorgol the Butcher hewn,<br />
of ambush in Ladros, fire in Drûn,<br />
of thirty in one battle dead,<br />
of wolves that yelped like curs and fled,<br />
yea, Sauron himself with wound in hand.<br />
Thus one alone filled all that land<br />
with fear and death for Morgoth’s folk;<br />
his comrades were the beech and oak<br />
who failed him not, and wary things<br />
with fur and fell and feathered wings<br />
that silent wander, or dwell alone<br />
in hill and wild and waste of stone<br />
watched o’er his ways, his faithful friends.<br />
Yet seldom well an outlaw ends;<br />
and Morgoth was a king more strong<br />
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