[Marya]

Вот нечто вроде притворства из Сильма:

But in the dim dusk of a winter's day there appeared suddenly among them a man, as it seemed, of great bulk and girth, cloaked and hooded in white; and he walked up to the fire without a word. And when men sprang up in fear, he laughed, and threw back his hood, and beneath his wide cloak he bore a great pack; and in the light of the fire Turin looked again on the face of Beleg Cuthalion.

Хотя, конечно, это была bitter jest, если учесть, к чему привело все это неузнавание в результате...