"King? The King? Are you sure that he..."
"No question, he was our king."
"After all years, after all the pain, after darkness..."
"Yes his armour was shining in colors of red, orange and yellow, his crown could be seen from tens of acres, the colors of Noldor standard in blue and white with the star was waving in the hands of his men, he was riding, he looked at me for seconds that I could see the light in his eyes, I knew that face, he smiled at me and rode again as a thunder... Yes, he was Curufinwe, yes he was, yes he was our king... "
"Yes, he is..."
"Feanor of Noldor."
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As Kings
FantasyAs an image we pass by, only our sons remain in the last, everything seems like an illusion but this helmet, this sword, shield, armour... This soul, this is... Spirit stays the same. From old forgotten days to now we carry our banner, as kings... I...
