"There long while Tuor set, watching the swirling of the stream and listening to its endless voice, until night came again and stars shone cold and white in the dark lane of sky above him. Then he lifted up his voice, and plucked the strings of his harp, and above the noise of the water the sound of his song and the sweet thrilling of the harp were echoed in the stone and multiplied, and went forth and rang in the nightsclad hills, until all the empty land was filled with music beneath the stars." Of Tuor and His Coming to Gondolin, p. 23

"He repeated to himself his father's words, Heir of the House of Hador; but other words came also to his mind: Give with a free hand, but give of your own" NARN I HIN HURIN, p65

"But Turin said, "If the King were just, he...