Olga Brileva. On the other side of dawn (№ 377523)

- Rather, king! snapped Beren.
- What did you say? - chingola whisper was heard as well as the words spoken in full voice.
I said "pretty", the Sovereign Thingol. You before no one is talking? I'm the first person you showered with undeserved insults? Or everyone else was too cowardly to resent? Want me put to death - penalty, I'm at your mercy, and you, in his own right. But stop trying to throw mud at me, I didn't deserve it! Here is the ring obtained by my father from Finrod Felagund after the battle in the Gorge of Sirion. I am the son of Barahir, the nephew of the ruler of Bregolas, the last in the family bear Old; ten years I fought with the Enemy on their land. I'm not a bastard, not a slave or a traitor, you spoke to me like that, and I'm ready to defend the honor of the House bear before anyone else, though he thrice a king.