Character: Finrod

Who light - and the Darkness will remain bright.

Song of Finrod, creative charms masks, imprinted in the mind in a special way: it is easy and familiar to think of themselves as orcs...
- Now go to sleep, the voice of Finrod, too, became low and husky.
- Not so, he corrected his Beren. - Sleep, lokacii children!

- Let the courage to leave us, said quietly Finrod. And our hope will be fulfilled.
And we will know forgiveness, - said Laurello.
And fate will turn in mercy added Mandil.
And we meet again with those who are waiting for us, - Calmacil sheltered lembas bread hand so carefully, like a piece of bread was a living thing.
- And faithful - lowered eyelashes Meneldur.
Even when... if all goes really bad, the voice Ionela slightly trembled, as it seemed Berino.
- We will remember our songs, ' whispered Wilwarin.
And our vows, - said sternly of Lossar.
To be solid on your way in the name of everything we hold dear, - he turned his head Allwin.
And save the heart of love in the firelight hair Aeglos glowed scarlet.
And grasp the most recent from the truth, - breathed in the dark Adrucil.
And it will make us free, ö Beren.

- If I must renounce you, to save you, I'll do it. Let you despise me, let you curse my name - but you'll live. You gave me life how can I pay for her death? You gave me a thread of hope - albeit slim. How can I lead you to death? No, king Nom, bearinga knowledge thanks.
- Here is how? now Finrod also whispered. - Then why do you deny me the hope? Why offer something that will accept only a coward - a life? Than you tempt me, hypocrites? The fact that he despised, agreeing to the condition chingola?
- You know that without her I cannot live.
- I can't live knowing that all swords and strongholds of this world will not save me and my people from the Rock of the Noldor. Or you think you're the only one loving in this world? You know who we left - there, on the very distant and beautiful shores? Someone left me? You know, as scary as that sounds in the mouth of the Lord of Fate: never? Truly, I'm glad my loyal vassal takes such good care of me: his blood will I buy another few thousand years, full of yearning - until my flesh will burn in the fire of my soul!

- This is my war, Eldar, ' he said hoarsely. - The elven king not to risk themselves for the sake of edayn.
- Maybe the elf king will decide what to do? icy voice asked Finrod.
Beren realized that sterzel, but back upsetting wasn't going. It is better to offend the king than to serve the cause of his death.

- You don't want to follow me, Eldar.
- You will perish without us, - said Finrod.
You will die with me.

I like people of their unquenchable thirst for being... not like that sometimes... more often than you might think... it just becomes an unquenchable thirst. And this thirst devours the man, leaving nothing behind.

But I'm really sorry that I didn't bring that ale that my boys bought from Aladin. How bad would it be?
It would be nice - but if you had the ale, you would wish that it was wine, and if it was the wine, you would wish that there were more of us, so here were your friends and my elves, and this boy, Rusko, and when there was going to be everyone you want to see, you would regret that there are no second deer.

This is like the final trill of your mountain flute - the sound fades away, but the quiet gasp that sounds for some time. If I could freeze this moment... the way it is now - let harden, and nothing else is needed...

- Everything is different.
- Better?
Otherwise.

Sauron never kills those who could be of use. Alive, but betrayed his king and his faith Beren Bearing much better serve the pacification Dorthonion than Beren dead or executed.

They know how to fight and have no fear because yet didn't know defeats.

Ugly song are as little able to Express the deep aspirations of the heart, as a distorting mirror to reflect the image.

The resistance rendered by you, is not a form of resistance to hatred. I don't know anyone of you who would despise mortals, lusted or Silmarillon especially loved the sons of fëanor. Next time, start Celegorm such speech, he would have ran in the neck. And then listened to more than favorably - why? Are you scared of the Noldor. Not war, not a siege. Are you afraid of choice.