Character: Rusko

- Every elf knows that no one proposal Sauron and Morgoth can not agree, on any terms.
Gili remembered the dream in the mountains and bit his lip. The Emperor Finrod, so wise, beautiful and bright...
I believe you're right, Lord Caranthir, - he said quietly. But as I know your Lord - for him, the Emperor was like a father or brother. We, the people, other times it is easier to sacrifice honor than to know that suffering brother. Call it weakness if you want.

The king asked him to sing.
'Well,' embarrassed Gili. - You sing a lot better... why do you...
- How can you say better or worse if we eat differently? - surprised Iminal. To say better or worse only when the same. If two elf sing one thing is better or worse. And if the two elf sing different, it is difficult. You have other songs you sing, looking for something completely different. How can you say?
- But we can't as you - tried to argue Gili.
- Don't like us! - fervently said the elf. - Able otherwise. That's good.

- I will see you again, ' he said Imanalu.
"Of course," agreed the elf. But just so to leave again. With you people, you have to leave... Morning, you Wake up other than lay down in the evening.

In my pocket is a silversmith who's alone, just like me. I figured if I'll trade him for a keg of beer, friends will have me and him.

- It is wisdom. But in other matters he, like you, can only rely on word against word. Our word against their word. And where you one comes to mind the objection he had in his head to ten. But he himself denies them. What he experienced convinced him of his - and our - right. But this Book, according to him, has some charm, forcing to be sensitive to endure more. And Lord Beren used to trust your feelings, got used to the fact that sensory experience is matched with the mind. But when you read this book mind tells him one thing and feeling another...
- Oh, I see, ' said Gili. Is like eyes to see a pear, you take a bite, and taste to feel the nut.

- I have never killed anyone. How's it going?...
- I've never lost. How's it going?
Sucks until can't.
You know... to Kill too. What did you say? Suck up to can't - elf for a moment left the reins, raised his hand to her face and looked at his palm. Like I took the fabric of life - and pulled from it a piece.

On the second day of this musilini Gili said to the elf:
- Look, let's finish early. My arms hurt.
- Come on, - unexpectedly easily agreed Iminal. - If we fall orcs, you will explain: you have hands hurt. And they'll leave you alone.

- In fact, warrior is not the ability to own a gun or ride a horse.
- What?
The warrior is willing to put in the other his soul. He appreciates life.