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                                      IV.                                    
                             THE LAY OF LEITHIAN                             
                                 RECOMMENCED.                                
                                                                            
 When  my  father  began the  Lay of  Leithian again  from the  beginning, he
 did not at first intend  much more,  perhaps, than  a revision,  an improve-
 ment of individual lines and short passages,  but all  on the  original plan
 and structure. This, at least, is what he did with Canto  I; and  he carried
 out  the  revisions  on  the  old  B typescript.  But with  Canto II  he was
 quickly carried into a far  more radical  reconstruction, and  was virtually
 writing a new poem on the same subject  and in  the same  metre as  the old.
 This, it is true, was partly because the  story of  Gorlim had  changed, but
 it is also clear that a new impulse had entered, seeking  a new  rather than
 merely altered expression. The old typescript was still used  at least  as a
 physical basis for the new writing, but for a long stretch the  typed verses
 were  simply  struck  through  and  the  new written  on inserted  pages and
 slips.                                                                      
  The  old  Canto  II  of  just  over  300  lines  was  expanded to  500, and
 divided into new Cantos 2 and 3  (the old  and the  new can  be conveniently
 distinguished by Roman and Arabic numerals).                                
  The rewriting on the  old typescript  continues for  a short  distance into
 Canto  III  (new  Canto  4)  and  then  stops.  On  the  basis  of  this now
 extremely chaotic text  my father  wrote out  a fine,  decorated manuscript,
 'C',  inevitably introducing  some further  changes; and  this stops  only a
 few  lines  short  of the  point where  the rewriting  on the  B-text stops.
 Subsequently,  an  amanuensis  typescript  ('D')  was  made, in  two copies,
 apparently  with  my  father's  supervision,  but  for  the  moment  nothing
 need be said of this beyond noticing that he made  certain changes  to these
 texts at a later time.                                                      
                                                                            
  The  rewriting  on  the B-text  was no  doubt a  secondary stage,  of which
 the  preliminary  workings  no  longer  exist; for  in the  case of  the new
 Canto  4 such  preliminary drafts  are extant.  On one  of these  pages, and
 quite obviously done at the same time  as the  verse-drafts, my  father drew
 a floor-plan of part of the house 99  Holywell Street,  Oxford, to  which he
 removed  in  1950.  He  doubtless  drew  the  plan  shortly   before  moving
 house, while pondering its best  arrangement. It  is clear  then that  a new
 start on the Lay of Leithian was one of the first things  that he  turned to
 when The Lord of the Rings was complete.                                    
  I give below the text of the manuscript C in its final form (that is, after
 certain changes had been made to it)  so far  as it  goes (line 624), incor-

  porating  one  or  two  very  minor alterations  made later  to the  D type-
  script(s), followed by a further short section (lines 625 - 60) found  only in
  draft before  being  added to  D. Brief  Notes and  Commentary are  given on
  pp, 348 ff.                                                              
                                                                            
                             THE LAY OF LEITHIAN.                            
                                                                            
                          I. OF THINGOL IN DORIATH.                          
                                                                            
               A king there was in days of old:                              
               ere Men yet walked upon the mould                             
               his power was reared in caverns' shade,                       
               his hand was over glen and glade.                             
               Of leaves his crown, his mantle green,                        
               his silver lances long and keen;                              
               the starlight in his shield was caught,                       
               ere moon was made or sun was wrought.                         
               In after-days, when to the shore                              
               of Middle-earth from Valinor                               10
               the Elven-hosts in might returned,                            
               and banners flew and beacons burned,                          
               when kings of Eldamar went by                                 
               in strength of war, beneath the sky                           
               then still his silver trumpets blew                        15
               when sun was young and moon was new.                          
               Afar then in Beleriand,                                       
               in Doriath's beleaguered land,                                
               King Thingol sat on guarded throne                            
               in many-pillared halls of stone:                           20
               there beryl, pearl, and opal pale,                            
               and metal wrought like fishes' mail,                          
               buckler and corslet, axe-and sword,                           
               and gleaming spears were laid in hoard:                       
               all these he had and counted small,                        25
               for dearer than all wealth in hall,                           
               and fairer than are born to-Men,                              
               a daughter had he, Luthien.                                   
                                                                            
                           OF LUTHIEN THE BELOVED.                           
                                                                            
               Such lissom limbs no more shall run                           
               on the green earth beneath the sun;                        30

 so fair a maid no more shall be                
 from dawn to dusk, from sun to sea.            
 Her robe was blue as summer skies,             
 but grey as evening were her eyes;             
 her mantle sewn with lilies fair,           35
 but dark as shadow was her hair.               
 Her feet were swift as bird on wing,           
 her laughter merry as the spring;              
 the slender willow, the bowing reed,           
 the fragrance of a flowering mead,          40
 the light upon the leaves of trees,            
 the voice of water, more then these            
 her beauty was and blissfulness,               
 her glory and her loveliness.                  
                                               
   She dwelt in the enchanted land            45
 while elven-might yet held in hand             
 the woven woods of Doriath:                    
 none ever thither found the path               
 unbidden, none the forest-eaves                
 dared pass, or stir the listening leaves.   50
 To North there lay a land of dread,            
 Dungorthin where all ways were dead            
 in hills of shadow bleak and cold;             
 beyond was Deadly Nightshade's hold            
 in Taur-nu-Fuin's fastness grim,            55
 where sun was sick and moon was dim.           
 To South the wide earth unexplored;            
 to West the ancient Ocean roared,              
 unsailed and shoreless, wide and wild;         
 to East in peaks of blue were piled,        60
 in silence folded, mist-enfurled,              
 the mountains of the outer world.              
                                               
   Thus Thingol in his dolven hall              
 amid the Thousand Caverns tall                 
 of Menegroth as king abode:                 65
 to him there led no mortal road.               
 Beside him sat his deathless queen,            
 fair Melian, and wove unseen                   
 nets of enchantment round his throne,          
 and spells were laid on tree and stone:     70
 sharp was his sword and high his helm,         

 the king of beech and oak and elm.               
 When grass was green and leaves were long,       
 when finch and mavis sang their song,            
 there under bough and under sun              75
 in shadow and in light would run                 
 fair Luthien the elven-maid,                     
 dancing in dell and grassy glade.                
                                                 
        OF DAIRON MINSTREL OF THINGOL.            
                                                 
 When sky was clear and stars were keen,          
 then Dairon with his fingers lean,            80
 as daylight melted into eve,                     
 a trembling music sweet would weave              
 on flutes of silver, thin and clear              
 for Luthien, the maiden dear.                    
                                                 
  There mirth there was and voices bright;    85
  there eve was peace and morn was light;         
  there jewel gleamed and silver wan              
  and red gold on white fingers shone,            
  and elanor and niphredil                        
  bloomed in th...
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