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’
Blackheart
!
’
she
said
.
’
I
have
done
thy
bidding
.
But
I
hunger
still
.
’
’
What
wouldst
thou
have
more
?
’
said
Morgoth
.
’
Dost
thou
desire
all
the
world
for
thy
belly
?
I
did
not
vow
to
give
thee
that
.
I
am
its
Lord
.
’
’
Not
so
much
,
’
said
Ungoliant
.
’
But
thou
hast
a
great
treasure
from
Formenos
;
I
will
have
all
that
.
Yea
,
with
both
hands
thou
shalt
give
it
’
.
Then
perforce
Morgoth
surrendered
to
her
the
gems
that
he
bore
with
him
,
one
by
one
and
grudgingly
;
and
she
devoured
them
,
and
their
beauty
perished
from
the
world
.
Huger
and
darker
yet
grew
Ungoliant
,
but
her
lust
was
unsated
.
’
With
one
hand
thou
givest
,
’
she
said
;
’
with
the
left
only
.
Open
thy
right
hand
.
’
In
his
right
hand
Morgoth
held
close
the
Silmarils
,
and
though
they
were
locked
in
a
crystal
casket
,
they
had
begun
to
bum
him
,
and
his
hand
was
clenched
in
pain
;
but
he
would
not
open
it
’
Nay
!
’
he
said
.
’
Thou
hast
had
thy
doe
.
For
with
my
power
that
I
put
into
thee
thy
work
was
accomplished
.
I
need
thee
no
more
.
These
things
thou
shalt
not
have
,
nor
see
.
I
name
them
unto
myself
for
ever
.
’
But
Ungoliant
had
grown
great
,
and
he
less
by
the
power
that
had
gone
out
of
him
;
and
she
rose
against
him
,
and
her
cloud
closed
about
him
,
and
she
enmeshed
him
in
a
web
of
clinging
thongs
to
strangle
him
.
Then
Morgoth
sent
forth
a
terrible
cry
,
that
echoed
in
the
mountains
.
Therefore
that
region
was
called
Lammoth
;
for
the
echoes
of
his
voice
dwelt
there
ever
after
,
so
that
any
who
cried
aloud
in
that
land
awoke
them
,
and
all
the
waste
between
the
hills
and
the
sea
was
filled
with
a
clamour
as
of
voices
in
anguish
.
The
cry
of
Morgoth
in
that
hour
was
the
greatest
and
most
dreadful
that
was
ever
heard
in
the
northern
world
;
the
mountains
shook
,
and
the
earth
trembled
,
and
rocks
were
riven
asunder
.
Deep
in
forgotten
places
that
cry
was
heard
.
Far
beneath
the
rained
halls
of
Angband
,
in
vaults
to
which
the
Valar
in
the
haste
of
their
assault
had
not
descended
,
Balrogs
lurked
still
,
awaiting
ever
the
return
of
their
Lord
;
and
now
swiftly
they
arose
,
and
passing
over
Hithlum
they
came
to
Lammoth
as
a
tempest
of
fire
.
With
their
whips
of
flame
they
smote
asunder
the
webs
of
Ungoliant
,
and
she
quailed
,
and
turned
to
flight
,
belching
black
vapours
to
cover
her
;
and
fleeing
from
the
north
she
went
down
into
Beleriand
,
and
dwelt
beneath
Ered
Gorgoroth
,
in
that
dark
valley
that
was
after
called
Nan
Dungortheb
,
the
Valley
of
Dreadful
Death
,
because
of
the
horror
that
she
bred
there
.
For
other
foul
creatures
of
spider
form
had
dwelt
there
since
the
days
of
the
delving
of
Angband
,
and
she
mated
with
them
,
and
devoured
them
;
and
even
after
Ungoliant
herself
departed
,
and
went
whither
she
would
into
the
forgotten
south
of
the
world
,
her
offspring
abode
there
and
wove
their
hideous
webs
.
Of
the
fate
of
Ungoliant
no
tale
tells
.
Yet
some
have
said
that
she
ended
long
ago
,
when
in
her
uttermost
famine
she
devoured
herself
at
last
.
And
thus
the
fear
of
Yavanna
that
the
Silmarils
would
be
swallowed
up
and
fall
into
nothingness
did
not
come
to
pass
;
but
they
remained
in
the
power
of
Morgoth
.
And
he
being
freed
gathered
again
all
his
servants
that
he
could
find
,
and
came
to
the
ruins
of
Angband
.
There
he
delved
anew
his
vast
vaults
and
dungeons
,
and
above
their
gates
he
reared
the
threefold
peaks
of
Thangorodrim
,
and
a
great
reek
of
dark
smoke
was
ever
wreathed
about
them
.
There
countless
became
the
hosts
of
his
beasts
and
his
demons
,
and
the
race
of
the
Orcs
,
bred
long
before
,
grew
and
multiplied
in
the
bowels
of
the
earth
.
Dark
now
fell
the
shadow
on
Beleriand
,
as
is
told
hereafter
,
but
in
Angband
Morgoth
forged
for
himself
a
great
crown
of
iron
,
and
he
called
himself
King
of
the
World
.
In
token
of
this
he
set
the
Silmarils
in
his
crown
.
His
hands
were
burned
black
by
the
touch
of
those
hallowed
jewels
,
and
black
they
remained
ever
after
;
nor
was
he
ever
free
from
the
pain
of
the
burning
,
and
the
anger
of
the
pain
.
That
crown
he
never
took
from
his
head
,
though
its
weight
became
a
deadly
weariness
.
Never
but
once
only
did
he
depart
for
a
while
secretly
from
his
domain
in
the
North
;
seldom
indeed
did
he
leave
the
deep
places
of
his
fortress
,
but
governed
his
armies
from
his
northern
throne
.
And
once
only
also
did
he
himself
wield
weapon
,
while
his
realm
lasted
.
