Author of quotes: Olga Brileva. Page 2

- There is no predetermination, there is a destiny. It is there for people, but it takes a beginning and has an end outside the world. How could you free the one who is himself the worst of slaves? How could you give the roots outward, and he sprouted roots here?
- He says otherwise.
But... He says... Lucien smiled. - You heard his words and saw his works. What are you going to believe?

- Tainted molotom - that's how you feel.
- I always thought that I know better than others, I believe, is the voice of Naldo went cold in the least, he even smiled, but Daret is infuriated. Is anger never break out from under that perfect mask? Or worse - it's not the mask and the face, and then... then that person is so great that it is necessary or to fall in love with all your heart, or hated, but to remain indifferent is impossible.

I don't know what will happen tomorrow...
- Tomorrow came today - said the elf.
- Very good! And what do I do?
- Probably, to live.

She remembered all the sad legends that are heard in AST-Ache. The disciples, lacerated eagles, red blood on white rock... the Wings... the Original Black poppies... And here grew mournful song sounds tight, elastic alfirin, peas blossoms burst, exposing the white underside of small flowers, and soon the entire mound was green and white... Eleven elves Finrod died not for show, not white rock, and in the darkness of the dungeon, and if Lucian did not manage to take the castle, so would not have found them or Beren buried alive - and not in the gardens of Irmo, and in the stinking crypt. Legend AST-Ache faded.

How strange: the only time she saw him already dead, wrapped in burial canvas of unbleached linen. But, barely noticing his washed, touched by death face, she felt the loss so keenly as I had never felt anybody's loss. She would like to catch him live... I Wish her head at the time, touched his hands, not hands...
... MORGOTH...
Then, over the open grave Finrod, she first myself called Teacher by that name. And scared myself - how could she, it's the Teacher! And yet- was not for him another name - now, when the sand is poured through the logs of the roof on the face of Finrod.

And yet, Daret could not feel sorry for these elves. Something in them resisted pity. Even now, barely dragging his feet, dressed with someone else's shoulder, they were full of dignity - so much so that at times seemed to be as proud and arrogant as their counterparts in the troops, in bright clothes and shining armor.

Daret in the tent biting the lips and fingers and longed for only one thing: NOT to BELIEVE. Oh, now she understood what it felt Beren, listening to Atil. As if she wanted to muster his courage to jump out of the tent and shout: wrong, all wrong. But no - not only in courage was the case... Beren believed in myself, that's why he was so bold. Well, let this elf once said something that she could happily be called a lie, and on that basis deny all. But it's not. She was there, she saw them carried out of the ruins - half-naked, in some scraps of old rags, emaciated and bruised. They cried and were squinting from the intense sun and it was sunset!

Daret could not believe Berino, could not believe the elves could not believe other people but their own eyes and own heart she could not believe it.

Did you say you dumped in a duel of the black rohira - whether you have your axe to cut the fire underground? They impose chains on death, scored the plague in the pads? Will pierce Lee spear North wind, arrow - drought? What can we do, Hurin, if the world fights against us?

The gates of Tol-in-Gaurhoth could not open neither cunning nor valor, nor the spell - the key to it will be skill and intelligence.

Finrod dead! - it was like died the ocean of compassion.
But, dying, it has awakened to life the courage and revenge.

The name of madrasa for all the elves of middle-earth was the name of courage and self-denial; the name Fingolfin - in the name of honor, name is same Finrod... Artner didn't know the name of that virtue which made Finrod leader. It was a kind of wisdom different from the wisdom ingolmor, wisdom, spirit and heart. She has created a strange nobility and sometimes seemed madness.

He believed.
And it turned out - was right, although elves and hid it. Horino hurt a little, but the heart he did not hold. Knew that too simple for that game, they were behind Sauron. Never able really to pretend, to hide the feelings that are there, and to portray those who do not. Well, there are people clever and simple people, cunning is needed on one, easy - to another...

Beren. With a small party of humans and elves. But Wolf Island. Oh, the madman! And yet she felt a strange relief. Then Beren did not betray his King. So he remained the same Berena, loyal in friendship and in love, faithful to the end...
... To the death.