And this time the shackles turned out to be too weak. They understood now, that they are incapable of making a chain strong enough. So they sent Skirnir, Frey's servant to the dwarves' homes, to make fetters for you, which no force can break apart. Skirnir quickly returned carrying, Gleipnir chain. The midgets made him of the sound of a cat's step, from the female beard, rock root, bear tendons, breath of fish and bird vomit. It was very flexible and strong. Now the gods and Fenrir have gone to the island of Lyngó in Lake Amsmrtnir. Here they wanted to make a final attempt. The wolf, however, seeing seemingly weak and fragile fetters, he did not want to be embarrassed by them, considering it a disgrace or a trick. Finally, he succumbed to persuasion, but he demanded as a guarantee of his safety, that one of the gods would put a hand in his mouth, as a pledge.
Fenrir was tied, and this time the tethers did not come off. The harder he strained, to break the ties, the more Gleipnir gripped him. Great joy reigned among the gods, when they finally tame the beast. One Tire did not share her, because he lost his hand, Fenrir's pledge of freedom. Now it was safe for the gods to throw the wolf into a deep pit. When he tried to bite, they stuck a sword upright in his mouth, with which they increased his passion. Fenrir is now foaming incessantly from his mouth, called by the Asians - Won.
It will continue to do so for a while, when the day of ragnarok comes and all bonds are broken.