Aure Entuluva Day Shall Come Again
The Silmarillion/Quotations
...g, Melkor, shalt run into that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.
—Ilúvatar in Ainulindalë
But of Olórin that tale does non speak; for though he loved the Elves, he walked among them unseen, or in course every bit one of them, and they did not know whence came the fair visions or the promptings of wisdom that he put into their hearts. In subsequently days he was the friend of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and took pity on their sorrows; and those who listened to him awoke from despair and put abroad the imaginations of darkness.
—Valaquenta: Of the Maiar
The one had leaves of dark light-green that beneath were every bit shining silver, and from each of his endless flowers a dew of silvery light was always falling, and the globe below was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Showtime of Days"
...for if joyful is the fountain that rises in the dominicus, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomed at the foundations of the Earth.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Beginning of Days"
Fëanor was the mightiest in skill of give-and-take and of hand, more than learned than his brothers; his spirit burned as a flame. Fingolfin was the strongest, the nigh steadfast, and the almost valiant. Finarfin was the fairest, and the about wise of centre...
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië"
With their whips of flame they smote disconnected the webs of Ungoliant, and she quailed, and turned to fight, belching black vapours to cover her; and fleeing from the northward she went down into Beleriand, and dwelt beneath Ered Gorgoroth, in that dark valley that was afterward chosen Nan Dungortheb, the Valley of Dreadful Death, considering of the horror she bred there. For other foul creatures of spider class had dwelt in that location since the days of the delving of Angband, and she mated with them, and devoured them; and even after Ungoliant herself departed, and went whither she would into the forgotten due south of the world, her offspring abode at that place and wove their hideous webs. Of the fate of Ungoliant, no tale tells. Still some have said that she concluded long ago, when in her uttermost famine she devoured herself at last.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Flight of the Noldor"
We have sworn, and non lightly. This oath we volition continue. We are threatened with many evils, and treason not to the lowest degree; but i thing is not said: that we shall endure from cowardice, from cravens or the fright of cravens. Therefore I say that nosotros volition go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of vocal until the last days of Arda.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Flight of the Noldor"
Their Oath shall drive them, and nonetheless betray them, and ever snatch abroad the very treasures that they take sworn to pursue.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Flying of the Noldor"
None and none! What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless luggage on the road it has proved. Allow those that cursed my proper noun, curse me even so, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar! Let the ships fire!
—Fëanor in Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Flying of the Noldor"
But the dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Men"
It was a hollow country, surrounded past mountains and smashing coast-cliffs college than the plains behind, and no river flowed thence; and in that location was cracking mere in the midst of Nevrast, with no certain shores, being encircled past broad marshes. Linaewen was the name of that mere, because of the multitude of birds that dwelt at that place, of such every bit dearest tall reeds and shallow pools...
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Beleriand and its Realms"
Thus it was in Gondolin; and amid all the bliss of that realm, while its celebrity lasted, a dark seed of evil was sown.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Maeglin"
And then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat across redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted Rochallor his groovy horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a current of air amid the grit, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking Oromë himself was come; for a swell madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone similar the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote in one case upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to unmarried gainsay. And Morgoth came.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin"
Keen, heart-piercing was her song equally the song of the lark that rises from the gates of night and pours its voice among the dying stars, seeing the lord's day behind the walls of the earth; and the song of Lúthien released the bonds of winter, and the frozen waters spoke, and flowers sprang from the cold globe where her anxiety had passed.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien"
Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and information technology is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-baby-sit of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried 'Aurë entuluva! Day shall come once again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry; simply they took him at last alive...
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Fifth Boxing: Nirnaeth Arnoediad"
Farewell, O twice beloved! A Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen: master of doom by doom mastered! O happy to exist expressionless!
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Túrin Turambar"
'Hail Gurthang! No lord or loyalty dost thousand know, save the hand that wieldeth thee. From no claret wilt yard shrink. Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar, wilt thou slay me swiftly ?' And from the blade rang a cold vox in answer: 'Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly, that so I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly.' And so Túrin set the hilt upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black bract took his life.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of Túrin Turambar"
If it has passed from the high and the beautiful to darkness and ruin, that was of onetime the fate of Arda Marred; and if any modify shall come and the Marring be amended, Manwë and Varda may know; simply they have not revealed it, and information technology is not declared in the dooms of Mandos.
—Quenta Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath"
The Nazgûl they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terrible servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.
—Of the Rings of Power and the 3rd Age
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