Andrew Knight

There is still much unexplored on the forest floor,
Unseen beneath the boughs of endless trees
In darkening Dolennan, the hallowed Holtmark
When light is foregone and shadows grow stark
Upon shimmering Dûenedril and shrouded hill

Fingolfin hesitated, standing there before the immense doors that rose far above him.

Why? Why am I here? This is madness.

"Andy, can I hug you?"

I may serve no lord
Though you have my word
As true as my sword

This blade of steel
I will not wield
As weaponry
For my name is one of chivalry

 

"At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? Shall we expect some transatlantic giant to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never.