Character: Lucien

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.

In the end, I think what happens, you lie in someone's hand.
... And the one in whose hand you fell, finds himself gripping the hilt of the sword and what to do with a sword?
- Unless the sword can know what to do with it? Can he say?

I want to save you just because killing me is even more disgusting than you.

Even now, he said, patting the swords through the fabric. Even now I can't cry about them.
- Others can say anything, Lucien put his hand on my hand. - But I know that your grief is not less, but more tears.

First he believed in the possibility of redemption, but now has lost his faith. The former is not to do not being.

- 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?

- You said that I have a lot of what you love about him. And what does he have that I don't have?
Lucien had some time to think over the answer.
- Denial, - she said finally.

I loved him because he loved me, ' she said. - For what has suffered, concealing his love, but was courageous, opening it. For what he offers himself to me just sincerely and without reserve as a sacrifice, fully revealing the palm of your hand, not trying anything to hold and leave himself; and he accepts me as a blessing, not demanding what is beyond my strength, but not neglecting a single bit. Love the sharpness of his mind, a frenzy of feeling, power of will, which led him in this crazy journey... I love him because he's who he is; because I am me. Here, perhaps, and all...

- Why she didn't follow him if you like? Scared?
- Not only for yourself, Nightingale... Few people... no - one would be left from only one fear. I sometimes visit fruitless reflections - and if the campaign Feanaro became what it was supposed to be... Not a rebellion and Holy war for the sake of gaining the Primordial Light... would keep us Valar and did deny the ships of Teleri? Do not fear forced them to turn those who have turned. Just important sometimes to feel right. It is not afraid of the path that divided Finarte - curse incurred by them. But he did not want her to through what passed. It is very important to know that someone is there waiting for us... Waiting and the likes.

- You know, like in a shell a pearl is born?
- No...
- In the middle, gets a grain of sand. A clam has no hands to pull out the foreign body - a grain of sand irritating; the clam in pain, and he begins to envelop her with his mother: layer by layer, layer by layer... the Clam doesn't think that creates beauty - it just want to get rid of unceasing aching pain.

- If Celeborn came to your father to ask for your hand - is Arfin had sent him to fight with margota?
Galadriel glanced at the door where her husband slept.
- It is unlikely that my father would have done - with a smile she said. - If only because he knew his daughter... I went to Indore for... much less than love.

How much evil in the world from what someone wants to good for others, as he understands it?