Then Thalion was thrust   to Thangorodrim,
that mountain that meets   the misty skies
on high o'er the hills   that Hithlum sees
blackly brooding   on the borders of the north,
To a stool of stone   on its steepest peak
they bound him in bonds,   an unbreakable chain,
and the Lord of Woe   there laughing stood,
then cursed him for ever   and his kin and seed
with a doom of dread,   of death and horror.
There the mighty man  unmoved sat;
but unveiled was his vision,   that he viewed afar
all earthly things   with his eyes enchanted
that fell on his folk-   a fiend's torment.

The Lays of Beleriand, Page 8

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