"Our fathers have both burned, whether by choice or cruel fate, and we are both bound to darkness in our own way. But I was saved, and perhaps you will be saved also." Under the cold hand of the Black Breath, Faramir dreams of a mountain, an impossible bond, a savior, and someone from the dark past of Middle-earth.

"Light had been slain, and love had been twisted into insane obsession. Still, it remained light, though it was lost, and it remained love, though it was hopeless. However, lost love had no use, and it became death." The legends of the Elder Days took a forgotten path, and still, Fëanor was tortured by desire for his Silmarils through capture and release.

'"Not all those who wander are lost, you say. But when my feet are sent down a road which I cannot wander upon, that I must follow, I will then be truly lost, following star and moon in the dark."' The Fellowship was to leave the next day, and the morning would bring a new path for the heir of Isildur.

"... and this truly is Arda Marred, a world that can only produce twisted, maimed imitations of life. Still, among us, the blackened saplings that reach out for the light, there are a few golden blossoms staining the dark land. " The Lay of Leithian had a bitter ending for Curufin son of Fëanor, and in the end, his pride fails him.

War was inevitable. The International Fleet became desperate, and a last stand had to be made to destroy their enemies forever. Earth's fate was on the shoulders of Fëanor son of Finwë, but within the Battle School, whispers of treachery grew. If the fire of Fëanor's spirit proved to burn out quickly, then what hope was there for mankind?

"Why? Why would anyone do that?" ... "We all act differently on screen." / Every tribute has a hidden past, and even the richest districts have awful secrets. The tributes in the 74th Hunger Games know this all too well.

'"What is a Silmaril next to life, to love?" Finrod paused. "Silmarils cannot buy loyalty, Beren son of Barahir. You are trading love for doom."' In the black pits of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Beren watches as his ally sacrifices himself for the sake of loyalty and an oath.

"As the sword lifted menacingly over his sprawled body, he laughed weakly. It would no longer be a killing; it would be mercy to end the life of Curufinwë Fëanáro at this point. It would be desirable to him, if not for his Silmarils. They were his lost children, crying to him, begging for their father to save them." Fëanor battles under the stars and remembers.