Book: On the other side of dawn

He was preparing to see Beren dead, tried in advance to imagine his lifeless face - and could not. Whose imagination is able to present the frozen flame? As he remembered the face of the son of Barahir, it has always been a lively and passionate as fire.

King ELU cried. Everyone was crying with detached surprise dying remarked the Highlander. Strange thing: he alone did not want to cry over his lost life. It was not very long, but nice. "Well, yeah a little!" - I said to the old Mar-Regan, wiping his mustache and thumping the Cup down on the table.

Every minute of happiness in our times, is the silver grain in the ash.

- What kind of betrayal you bought the Stone?
- If it were so, the son of Feanaro, I would take with him five hundred gunmen and ordered to interrupt you, just to see - at least for your own peace of mind and tranquility of my children. Not you out there looking for the betrayal of Curufinwe. If you really wants to look at someone for treason as should be ripe, unwrap the shield and look into it.

I also could not understand what he wants from me sire Penrod. Why he's messing with me. Sometimes I felt like the iron between hammer and anvil - I did something I didn't understand and didn't want to be... But time passed and I figured he just squeezed me shit as steel is beaten out of Kritsa and only pure iron. But before the bloom must pass through fire and not endure a single blow.

I fear only one thing: to die so that in eternity to suffer in captivity. And more than anything not to be afraid. That is, of course, you not forbid your heart to beat faster and the muscles to tremble in the face of danger, but it's never forced you to flee from danger, right? You take it and it makes you free.

Bregor afraid that would kill me - and I'm afraid that will come to people who grew up, fought, rejoiced, and mourned for Come, and at me their eyes will look Morgoth.

- Even if Harding thinks to give you feanorian, then, glyadyuchi in my eyes, may be ashamed.
- If Harding passed through the conscience, it will cross through shame, - suddenly wisely said Daret.

In fear he threw Silmarill and Stone to the middle stuck in the dirty sand. Beren then he felt shame.
Gods, gods, what a fool I am. Stone exposes my heart I drop the Stone instead of pull out and discard the heart...

- I'm right, barely moving his tongue, said the man.
"Right," a dead voice said Morgoth, and threw it on the floor, knocking the breath. - Just know, it will not save you. It is still never saved anyone.

- Not ancestors make a man valiant.
"Right," Beren agreed. - But the memory of valorous ancestors does not allow you to be a coward.

Don't worry wolf skins, fear of wolf point.

Lucian smiled and with his free hand pulled out my embroidery needle.
- Look, sister, the thread is drawn after her. By itself it cannot create pattern-based, cannot join the shoulder and sleeve - for it is unable to pierce tissue; and a needle without it, nothing will embroider and will not sew.
- Do you know where he's going, ' she said Celeborn. - You know that there are no refunds.
- Where the needle is there and the thread, Lord Celeborn.

There are ways in which not to go alone or the army - just the two of us.