[ the edges of the crystal dig, cut against her grip. bergier had kept his tongue about him, a piece of his wits, his soul. creatures, ]

Perhaps thirty years. [ and there, it finally caves in: fills with the echo of something grown hollow. ] Thirty-five. Less, more.

[ twenty-five, twenty-six — ]

Gentleness is not within their vocabulary. [ or, evidently, promptness. ] I will have no luck of Darton — there is ill feeling, and he imagines to retain a claim to rank. You might approach him, though you should not attempt to handle Reed. He mistrusts you.

I've acquired a Maedhros and a Fingon, [ tall elves. ] Am I correct in assuming them your kin?